<?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-3602250</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:26:18.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri-Weblog</title><subtitle type='html'>The simple life of Daniel and his daily ramblings. A once in 3 days weblog to satisfy the thirst of his urge. To put it simply, it's a once in three days affair.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-113198973646068232</id><published>2005-11-15T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:54:18.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To certain people in my class who think they are mighty. Listen closely, one should not take pleasure in the misfortune of others, even if they are misguided. The line between them being in your shoes and you in theirs is just your good fortune, and their extreme bad fortune. Being born into a society with a certain kind of trait depends on God and where you pop your head out on the day you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113198973646068232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113198973646068232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-certain-people-in-my-class-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-113146921810301667</id><published>2005-11-09T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:00:18.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So glad that you are back. I want to spend my life with you! For as long as I live!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113146921810301667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113146921810301667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-glad-that-you-are-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-113139247026610745</id><published>2005-11-08T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:10:02.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darling Chloe, we love you so much. It saddens me to think, whenever I punish you out of anger when you are disobedient. I know that everyone wasn't handed a manual as to how to act on their entrance into this world. And you as a child, you are exploring the world with your own curious actions and mischief. The day will come where you will explore the world on your own, find your own identity, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113139247026610745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113139247026610745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/11/darling-chloe-we-love-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-113146113816846855</id><published>2005-11-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:07:34.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113146113816846855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113146113816846855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-miss-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-113128668749982561</id><published>2005-11-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:18:07.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss her more than ever right now!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113128668749982561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113128668749982561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-miss-her-more-than-ever-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-113147057795635330</id><published>2005-11-05T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:22:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must build the bridge with my Mum and Chloe and Adele within this few days. I hope I am not drifting to far from them. After all, they are my responsibility. And they need me to make certain decisions.At the same time, she is always burning in my heart.I guess this is good training for me to balance out my priorities.I LOVE THEM ALL.Especially HIM!P.S.: I am not Gay, please!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113147057795635330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/113147057795635330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-must-build-bridge-with-my-mum-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-112724620637567817</id><published>2005-09-21T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T03:56:46.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Goal?To be a man after God's Heart!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112724620637567817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112724620637567817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-goal-to-be-man-after-gods-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-112473560464861130</id><published>2005-08-23T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T02:43:22.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do the things that I do not want to do. Ask me why! Good question! I don't know the answer myself.Love is reckless; not reason.Reason seeks a profit.Love comes on strong,consuming herself, unabashed.Yet, in the midst of suffering,Love proceeds like a millstone,hard surfaced and straightforward.Having died of self-interest,she risks everything and asks for nothing.Love gambles away every gift </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112473560464861130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112473560464861130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-do-things-that-i-do-not-want-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-112465014865456163</id><published>2005-08-22T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T03:09:10.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I apologize for my long absence. This blog has not been updated for months. I am serious about a new agenda that I have laid down for myself. Time and again I freely let myself fall into what is called temptation. Let alone being assertive in my actions and preparative in my planning's for such temptations. How then can I face up to bigger challenges as a Christian? I have let down the people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112465014865456163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112465014865456163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-apologize-for-my-long-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-112058832405490373</id><published>2005-07-07T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:04:20.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really love J and I don't understand why I am feeling this way to hurt her... It's really complicating for me man... I didn't want to hurt you yesterday night, not in this way. I thought I wanted you to feel good, then I think again and I must have been so wrong.Sorry.I Love Ya!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112058832405490373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112058832405490373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-really-love-j-and-i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-112058706588936811</id><published>2005-07-06T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T03:12:03.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a good time for me to think back and reflect on how things have been for J and me. I am rather pleased with how far we have been together for the past months. I miss J, sometimes as I do things alone like moving from classes to classes or even when I'm going home alone on the bus and stuff, I will think about her and wish she was here with me. Every time. Reflecting back, we use to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112058706588936811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/112058706588936811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-good-time-for-me-to-think-back-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-111984024368084648</id><published>2005-06-27T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:44:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so Happy that I've Found you.I don't know who will take your place if i haven't got you in my life.You understand me well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111984024368084648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111984024368084648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-so-happy-that-ive-found-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-111882196426189218</id><published>2005-06-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T18:26:57.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to start afresh.I repeat, I want to start afresh.I want to leave for America.Pursuit my dreams, meet new people, settle down there if possible.I have nothing but God and myself for myself.Nobody will take care of me.Let Him watch over me.Don't assume I have been taken care of.I have been superficial all along.I am sick of it. I'm sick of this place too.I have nothing to lose.And possible, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111882196426189218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111882196426189218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-want-to-start-afresh.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-111807790145822498</id><published>2005-06-07T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T01:11:41.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have i given you too much love?Am i over exaggerating?Am i not receiving enough?Where are we heading?Are we blessed?We want to cuddle.Am I lucky or is it you?Every moment spent with you, I treasure.Are you dynamic? I want to be too!My search continues!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111807790145822498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111807790145822498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/have-i-given-you-too-much-love-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-111698282352031572</id><published>2005-05-25T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:04:30.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love Jane.I simply love her.I think I'm addicted to her.Guess I can't do without her.She's my Sweet Honey Bun!I miss you loads!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111698282352031572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111698282352031572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-111286318024625630</id><published>2005-04-07T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T16:43:10.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I don't know how to make you smile...You know I can't smile without youI can't smile without youI can't laugh and I can't singI'm finding it hard to do anythingYou see I feel sad when you're sadI feel glad when you're gladIf you only knew what I'm going throughI just can't smile without youYou came along just like a songAnd brighten my dayWho would have believed that you were part of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111286318024625630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/111286318024625630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-guess-i-dont-know-how-to-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-110904974187747441</id><published>2005-02-22T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:03:45.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel sad with my results. I feel I have lost all my drive, like a broken man. I just hope things will get better for me in my studies.Am I stupid or silly? Or am I too confident in where I stand. Am I all talk and hallow inside. Am I shallow? I don't know. I just hope I will find my identity soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110904974187747441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110904974187747441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-feel-sad-with-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-110900440129566239</id><published>2005-02-21T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T01:30:16.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel much better today. At least I got to tell her how i felt. Ok! That's better. I love her encouragement. Like, "it's the creator of the msg who is more important than the writer" that is something golden to me!All this that she encouraged me, I will remember everyday. I think she is my driving factor in life. She's everything I need. Everything I want. I need God and HER and my Family.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110900440129566239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110900440129566239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-feel-much-better-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-110893261602477439</id><published>2005-02-21T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T01:26:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so sad and I know why I am feeling this way. I am so disappointed with myself you see. I am so sad with myself, yes I am disappointed. Sigh! I don't know how to tell her that I feeling disappointed with myself and I don't know how to tell her how I am feeling now. I can only just hide it and pretend to be happy and act normally. I don't want to make my problem her's. It's not my style to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110893261602477439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110893261602477439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-feel-so-sad-and-i-know-why-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-110192105681660303</id><published>2004-12-02T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:41:30.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My every day work routine at the Office.- reach work late 25 minutes past 8.30am.- recline on plush swivel chair.- relax.- spin around my plush chair a few rounds- turn on computer.- sign my poly log book attendance- visit toilet. check my hair. fill up my old trusty pink dolphin water bottle.- put water bottle in freezer.- check weather, stocks and top news at my.yahoo.com- check </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110192105681660303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110192105681660303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-every-day-work-routine-at-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-110175251602263336</id><published>2004-11-30T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T09:45:56.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 1.35am in the morning now. At 8pm yesterday, I attended a funeral wake. My classmate's mother passed away. It must have been painful for him. I roughly understand what he is going thru. I lost my Dad 9 months ago. Today I am fatherless (earthly). Trying to stand strong and stand bright alone. It is still painful whenever I think about my dad. Every now and then when I lie on my bed. I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110175251602263336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110175251602263336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-110171883114940259</id><published>2004-11-29T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:22:34.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My first blog entry in many months that I have yet to update. Not that I didn't want to update my blog. But sadly, my host closed on me. So it means my site is now dysfunctional. I was left homeless and I still am. I am taking things slow now. Waiting and hoping for any kind arse to host me again. Apparently everybody seems to be broke these days after my appeal to them to spare a little space </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110171883114940259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/110171883114940259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-first-blog-entry-in-many-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109284991918450614</id><published>2004-08-19T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T02:06:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Muahahahaha... Check this link, Steven Lim - Famous Street Eyebrow Plucker In Singapore. Gosh... Impressively thickskin.I have made a new blog for Jane. It's at http://fodio.star-gazers.net/jane Interestingly, I like the design myself too. A clean cut.I have been busy lately. I got 4 tests next week. This is worrying me. I feel sorry for myself. Oh my, I need to have some rest now. I still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109284991918450614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109284991918450614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/muahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109215066201146644</id><published>2004-08-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T01:43:46.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby, I want you to know that the warmth and the love or the sense of security you are feeling around you. Whether from your family, from me, from us. Is from God. That in a way God's love to you has been thru them. God stretches his love for you, from us to you. God is so great to bless with the love from us. We all Love You. And this struck me when I was thinking of how fortunate I was when he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109215066201146644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109215066201146644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/baby-i-want-you-to-know-that-warmth.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109199274744493594</id><published>2004-08-09T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:34:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> There is so much to smile about when Love is in the air!Ready, Steady, Smile!Naturally focused! Beautiful indeed!Some Cutie Smile from Venus to attract the Guys!Fire Works!Another One!We went to see the fire works display at the Esplanade. It was spectacular. The freaky fries were nice too. We took pictures of the stunning fire works display in the night sky of Singapore City.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109199274744493594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109199274744493594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/there-is-so-much-to-smile-about-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109110963633556192</id><published>2004-07-29T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:18:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's raining out there and I am warmly tucked in my cozy room. I gotta cold glass of 100 plus beside me with lotsa ice in it. What a Nice feeling! I'm listening to Angela Ammons - Always Getting Over You. And what a day I had. Sometimes I even think to myself are Thursdays worth going to school. Because all the lecturers are no good in what they do. Or maybe I ain't receptive enough.I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109110963633556192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109110963633556192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-raining-out-there-and-i-am-warmly.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109069486365055798</id><published>2004-07-25T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T03:01:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really, sometimes I can't have a complete day without you baby! It's so great to be with you. Especially when you make me laugh! Or sometimes, when you try to. Whahaha. You are so corny at all the right times. Muahaha... And it just makes me... Cong Out!Please, please, if you are reading this darling. Open this I have for you. Turn on your speaker and click the red button in that clip.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109069486365055798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109069486365055798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/really-sometimes-i-cant-have-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109057120353870666</id><published>2004-07-23T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:31:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should have known earlier. I was so preoccupied by the meaningless and childish issues that I should have blogged more about our time rather than the things that don't deserve its attention.I really miss you now, ha! Especially yesterday! Thank you loads for the Tea Tree Face Wash. It was romantically packaged in a box and it has got the "Ooo!" factor. I have an out break and this came so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109057120353870666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109057120353870666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-should-have-known-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109051484991416330</id><published>2004-07-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T22:09:35.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are My SunshineMy only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine awayHaha!Love you. Anyway, don't know whether we should make the first approach, yeah darling. We will know by tomorrow. So I shall leave everything till tomorrow. Anyway, you're a nice guy! Haha!I really did have a great time with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109051484991416330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109051484991416330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-are-my-sunshine-my-only-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109026420176380373</id><published>2004-07-20T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T02:15:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't realized that you sacrificed the Kbox session half way thru with your close friends to be close to me. To rush all the way from Selegie to AMK. To have dinner at my home, that my mum cooked. Just to be close to me. To be plagued with comments and rumors that 'you have changed'. And that all your friends start to leave you alone, with me. They start to feel about you. It made you think, '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109026420176380373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109026420176380373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-realized-that-you-sacrificed.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109027729310729238</id><published>2004-07-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T02:23:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not going to let this matter rest. You are not a MAN. You are scared to pick up my calls to clarify. You are scared to talk to me. Don't tell me that you are pissed. I am even more pissed. You caused her to cry. You maligned me that I threaten you and that I lied to "him" *Who is 'him'. We will expose everything out to the whole community and see who is immature here. You are not even a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109027729310729238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109027729310729238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-not-going-to-let-this-matter-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-109016878862382404</id><published>2004-07-18T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T01:03:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a wonderful day today. Went to church with Jane, attended the Y.A.F. cell groups and later spend time with Jane. It was more like a smooth day rather. No rushing, no worrying, no pushing. We were just going through what God had planned for us today. Splendid. Wish I could highlight something here about how I feel. But if I do, she will know and she will react to it as in, I will tell her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109016878862382404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/109016878862382404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-had-wonderful-day-today_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108990930768621849</id><published>2004-07-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T00:40:19.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw this very disturbing video clip of how the South Korean Hostage was beheaded in Iraq. It is disturbing I am telling you. It is still in my head. And the beheading scene still plays on and on in my head when I think about it sometimes. I don't really think about it, it just comes. It is affecting my daily operations in some ways. But in due time, the thought will be forgotten. I hate to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108990930768621849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108990930768621849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-saw-this-very-disturbing-video-clip.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108973823987926179</id><published>2004-07-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T18:36:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why am I feeling like this..? Why is there a sudden change of feeling now. Mmm, one moment I was feeling happy. Now I am feeling confused and cynical about all this. What is going on. Haiz... Is it because of commitment or instability. I thought I overcame this barrier already. I feel so unspeakable to speak of how this is going on in me. Why? Work, stress, damper... I don't know. Haiz, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108973823987926179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108973823987926179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-am-i-feeling-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108965653702830470</id><published>2004-07-13T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T22:48:37.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have just finish doing my maths or rather, I have just finished copying the solutions from my classmate's answer sheet. I am tired. I wanted to blog something important today but it's kinda late now and I need a rest. But anyway, I will keep this short. I love her. And I will devote everything to her. I just don't know why, but I know I can't be tied down so easily. She managed to succeed in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108965653702830470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108965653702830470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-just-finish-doing-my-maths-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108930154196441928</id><published>2004-07-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T02:39:25.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was slaughtered today, in school. E-Maths inflicted 100% damaged to my morale. The lecturer was briefing us a whole load of chunk about Laplace Transform. Most of our cohort had no time to copy the notes down. Let alone digesting what the hell is Laplace. Dear lecturer was teaching way too fast. All the heck I know is Laplace is a name of a French Mathematician. And he lived in the 18th century</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108930154196441928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108930154196441928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-was-slaughtered-today-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108913507103763915</id><published>2004-07-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T01:32:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, here is a cool site for Singaporeans. Who Lives Near You. I already found someone who lives in my block. And many others who stay around the neighborhood. Shiok man when you get to see their profiles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108913507103763915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108913507103763915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/hey-here-is-cool-site-for-singaporeans.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108904540552509602</id><published>2004-07-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T01:43:05.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the first day of school for me... Good, good, good. I am starting to love it. Singapore Poly lecturers are professional. They are caring too. SP is a big campus with many state-of-art features. I don't know about the other polytechnics. But I am happy with where I am. Got to know better of my class. 13 students. Whaha, kinda little eh... But anyway, it spells more competition. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108904540552509602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108904540552509602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/today-is-first-day-of-school-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108881716559995437</id><published>2004-07-03T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T10:56:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahahaha, you have got to see this flash clip. This joker records an actual tele-conversation that was meant to be a prank. Then compiled it into flash clip. Try it here, Butt-Plugs!Wah Lao this is funny also, Anti-American propaganda video made by the North Koreans and was supposedly shown on Korean and Japanese television. Very interesting.I realized how complicated a buddy can be. She is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108881716559995437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108881716559995437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/ahahaha-you-have-got-to-see-this-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108871259367967464</id><published>2004-07-02T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T02:35:39.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have got a new Gmail Account. People can start Spamming now @ fodioarts@gmail.com. My mailbox space is 1000mb; 1Gb... Wahahahaha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108871259367967464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108871259367967464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-got-new-gmail-account.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108870627610629377</id><published>2004-07-02T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T04:25:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is an 'anonymous guy' who feigns to be me in the comments page. He maligns things about me. I don't know who the hell he is and I don't have the slightest idea where his site is. Well, all I know is, he is a Malaysian. Thru the comments he posted, they were very 'pro-malaysia' and 'anti-Singapore' Check out the previous post below and read the comments for yourself.Once again, as stated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108870627610629377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108870627610629377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/there-is-anonymous-guy-who-feigns-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108852579535650949</id><published>2004-06-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T17:45:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A total blackout in Ang Mo Kio and in the whole of Singapore. What was said to be a gas disruption in Indonesia. But I think otherwise and there is more than it meets the eye. Jane and I had a romantic dinner at my home. With S.A.F. Lightsticks and Candles. That was really romantic, really. Thank you blackout, ha!Today, I feel very shameful of what I have done. Oh Heavenly Father God please, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108852579535650949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108852579535650949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/total-blackout-in-ang-mo-kio-and-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108844500278907913</id><published>2004-06-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T04:05:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the first day of school. Or I thought it was to be the first day of school. Rather, it was the Orientation today. So school starts next Monday for me. Yay! The orientation opening address was a tad bit boring... (What is 'a tad bit' anyway? Either you are pregnant or not pregnant. There is no such thing as 'a tad bit pregnant' or 'a bit pregnant.' Eh, Where is this getting anyway...?) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108844500278907913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108844500278907913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/today-is-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108784344472865234</id><published>2004-06-22T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T02:55:15.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watch Transformers break dance. And check out the Mars Picture of the dayWhat on earth is this... "Accept Jesus Christ as Your Lord and Savior and Get a Free PlayStation 2!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108784344472865234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108784344472865234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/watch-transformers-break-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108775938596766156</id><published>2004-06-21T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T10:57:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was on the way home in the train when I sighted this cruel bitch kicking an indian national in his cock. It landed neatly and skillfully and boy he certainly roared real f-ing loud. And being the usual active busy-body and contented spectator. I sat thru and enjoyed the free live entertainment on the train. So did the rest of the commuters in the train. All were eye-opened and they readily formed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108775938596766156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108775938596766156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/was-on-way-home-in-train-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108757102112860840</id><published>2004-06-18T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T14:27:42.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back from Bible Study. Wow, what can say? Though the study was kinda mono today but still the fellowship I had with friends has been truly wonderful. Love the PLHers, haha. And yes, Theresa is really funny. Wahaha. I told her joking to kick Jason's knee, so as we caught hold of Jason. Our dear Theresa went up to him and said, "OK, Jason. I'm here to kick your dick!" Haha, instead of knee. And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108757102112860840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108757102112860840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-back-from-bible-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108754317613384206</id><published>2004-06-18T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T04:31:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will be going for Friday's Bible Study later! And it has been months since I last went for the Developmental Bible Study on Fridays. My last session was yonks and i  remember clearly my last study with them just 2 weeks before I entered national service. I think I've learned alot in the studies as I reflected on the teachings and textbook on my free time in the army. DBS is cool, but ha, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108754317613384206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108754317613384206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-will-be-going-for-fridays-bible.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108750564422583297</id><published>2004-06-18T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T14:20:18.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't been blogging lately. Will update now. I have done a massive clean up on my site. It is now more compatible with browser such as Mozilla. Also shorten the loading time. I also added more contents in the Visuals Page. Now with more pictures not only of myself but my family members and friends. Try it, it's cool.Sometimes I wonder, do you have to avoid me. Just because I was nice to you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108750564422583297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108750564422583297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-havent-been-blogging-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108723422504018306</id><published>2004-06-14T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T04:26:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from a holiday yesterday, which explains the delayed response in the blog entries... Church Camp 2004 was a Blast. It was great. The times spend were memorable. Church Camp 2004 was at Allson Klana Resort. (I finally know where the location I am going for the church camp, heck!) Well, must admit that the accommodation, hospitality and facilities for the camp were satisfactory only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108723422504018306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108723422504018306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-came-back-from-holiday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108661321810647225</id><published>2004-06-07T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T21:00:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been very busy lately. I have been preparing for the Lee Kwan Yew and Tay Eng Soon scholarship. I have rushed here and there and everywhere. I burnt the midlight oil and stayed up late till the wee hours of the morning. And yes, I have also prayed to God about this. What I can do, I have already done. The impossible I'll leave it to God. If this is successful. I will be independent and not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108661321810647225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108661321810647225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-been-very-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108559472682699216</id><published>2004-05-27T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T02:00:40.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She is the most beautiful woman in my life. She makes me feel complete. I am in Love... I never knew what it was like to be with someone that loves God so much. It felt so complete. What she said was right. To put God first. I reflected tonight. I asked God for his great wisdom and his almighty guidance. And his strength for me to continue my days ahead in Happiness. I know that it will be tough!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108559472682699216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108559472682699216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/05/she-is-most-beautiful-woman-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108530647824711057</id><published>2004-05-20T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:43:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel terrible. I am going back to my same old self. I have an attitude problem. Today is my friend's birthday. Sigh... Too bad. Some choices are already made and cannot be changed. Even if I have the power to do so, God may not allow. And if God allows, the other party may not allow. And even if the other party allows, circumstances will not allow. What can I do to regret with my moments. None.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108530647824711057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108530647824711057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-feel-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108481603020871380</id><published>2004-05-18T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T04:34:14.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yes, I didn't blogged on Friday's ORD dinner. It was fantastic. The ambience was great, maybe because we could smell the air of freedom in the ballroom, that's why. And yes, many would wonder what ORD means? It stands for "Operational Ready Date" It also means the end of our 2 years of national service in the army, navy, air force, police, civil defense. And marks the start of a 13 year cycle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108481603020871380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108481603020871380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-yes-i-didnt-blogged-on-fridays-ord.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108460856775997611</id><published>2004-05-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:22:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11 June 2004. As this day approaches nearer, I am closer to saying this one thing. 'ORD Loh!' Anybody heard of this song by Rob Dougan - Furious Angels (Instrumental). It's now playing in my Winamp. Fantastic song for a complicated and a not so simple mind like mine. Once after national service, I must quickly divert my attention back to the bigger goal I have set. Everything else will be reset </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108460856775997611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108460856775997611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/05/11-june-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108404438861894661</id><published>2004-05-09T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:20:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After the dismiss of my Dad, I have come to realize one thing. And that is, I have no control over life or whatsoever. I have no control of the things I once held dear. What is mine is not mine. That I once thought it was mine, is not mine. My watch, my computer, my digital camera, my friends, my family, my senses, my abilities, my life. All these are MINE. These are things that I thought it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108404438861894661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108404438861894661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/05/after-dismiss-of-my-dad-i-have-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-108256238895820889</id><published>2004-04-21T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T23:50:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am posting now. It has been 3 months since I have last posted anything here. Within the past 3 months, my Dad passed away on the 13th of February. I was too depressed and sorrowful to post anything new here. Everytime I think of airing my painful thoughts in this blog, it would remind me of my Dad. We were so attached, Father and Son relationship. I seem to be doing worst than ever. And is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108256238895820889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/108256238895820889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-posting-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107444245506393594</id><published>2004-01-19T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T00:16:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok... I will be going back to camp soon in 6 hours time. I am tired. I am going to get some rest now. I had a good dinner. It was the best reunion dinner with my family. Every reunion dinner with the family is the best, heh! Ok then see ya soon. Next Wednesday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107444245506393594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107444245506393594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107441276707817132</id><published>2004-01-18T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T16:25:28.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am doing preparations for tonight's reunion dinner. And I stole sometime off to blog this post, ha! I realize of late, this few days I have been tremendously grumpy. Shouldn't have been offensive towards my sis and niece. It is probably so pathetic that I have to stay in camp during the festive Chinese New Year. Whoever planned that we should stay on standby during the festive, God Bless. I did</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107441276707817132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107441276707817132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-doing-preparations-for-tonights.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107436167274536419</id><published>2004-01-18T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T00:16:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sad, my Chinese New Year will be spent in camp. We are not permitted to get out of camp because of some 2 ntm kinda thing. Don't ask me what ntm stands for. All I know is we are being confined in camp for 2 weeks to protect the nation if any major misfortune should happen to Singapore. So we are standby personnel waiting for war to hit Singapore. And if it should happen, we will be called up to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107436167274536419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107436167274536419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/sad-my-chinese-new-year-will-be-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107436040940015204</id><published>2004-01-18T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T16:21:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is Eeerie... This Japanese AV (Adult Video) is banned, why? It is reported that a mysterious white face was seen in the video. Even the porn actress herself was stunned when she saw the recorded video that a white face was looking at her as she performed a blowjob. It is reported that it was indeed a real face and no editing was made that the authorities decided to ban the video. Click the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107436040940015204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107436040940015204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/this-is-eeerie.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107390806901158056</id><published>2004-01-12T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T23:49:12.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you fit to be a Casher!!! See if you are up to the job, interesting game! Had a hard time trying to adapt to the maths, ha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107390806901158056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107390806901158056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/are-you-fit-to-be-casher-see-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107383106178975621</id><published>2004-01-11T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T22:26:07.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do me a favour folks, if you have Friendster, add my friend in. http://www.buttafly.com/originals/friendster3.php Thanks!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107383106178975621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107383106178975621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/do-me-favour-folks-if-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107375287794716533</id><published>2004-01-11T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T17:19:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't know whether if it's true, but being the latest rumor spread across the world.Report: Saddam Hussein Has Cancer2004-01-07Paul O'Neill said that Bush &amp; Co had planned the Iraq invasion long before 9/11. Kinda true... But these are my wild thoughts. But would Iraq be better off without Saddam? Was it Bush ultimate goal in liberating the Iraqis or was it really something else, like oil and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107375287794716533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107375287794716533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/dont-know-whether-if-its-true-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107370782769360838</id><published>2004-01-10T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:34:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was my battalion's 34th anniversary, held at Orchid Country Club. My buddies and I were bowling non-stop at the bowling alley as it was free, ha. And now my wrist is having a hard-on, it hurts having an ache every now and then on the wrist as if telling me, "Hey the ache is still here and I need something to FIST!" Gosh, bowling was fun, didn't bowled for sometime. Yes there were a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107370782769360838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107370782769360838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/yesterday-was-my-battalions-34th.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107356801838724036</id><published>2004-01-08T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T15:15:19.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There were rumors that the Extended version of LOTR Return of the King would be 4 hours and 50 minutes. But Peter Jackson says no, just 4 hours and 15 minutes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107356801838724036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107356801838724036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/there-were-rumors-that-extended.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107349276226174457</id><published>2004-01-08T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T00:28:26.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am having a blend of confusing thoughts. I am petrified, is it a blessing or a curse? I reflected and realized that there is so much I have to grow for my age. It seems as if I am left stagnant. I have not been growing and learning more sophisticatedly, of which I should. I should be shrewd in my thoughts to achieve as a complex being. Yes, I am proud of my achievements but there is more room </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107349276226174457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107349276226174457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-having-blend-of-confusing.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107339710958802957</id><published>2004-01-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:59:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A great website for those interested on the political implications of being a Christian. Its here.Cool, this is interesting. Convert JPG images to ASCII images online. Eg; When click on the link, type in an address with a JPG picture in it like "http://fodio.star-gazers.net/webcam.jpg" Try it...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107339710958802957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107339710958802957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/great-website-for-those-interested-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107321431163205132</id><published>2004-01-04T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T19:07:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christ's last 12 hours in the movie - The Passion. I received this mail sometime ago from Jane. It's really an interesting clip, please click to view the Sneak Preview... Christians, I dare you to go on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107321431163205132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107321431163205132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/christs-last-12-hours-in-movie-passion.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107321994786518675</id><published>2004-01-04T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:12:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did a survey and see which school that I would fit in. ACS(I), A far cry from my previous sch, Saint Andrews!Anglo-Chinese School (Independent)which secondary school (singapore) should you be in?brought to you by QuizillaTo all MAC Users, is this true??? Found this clip rather anti-MAC!http://www.stonecold128.com/mfac.wmvSeen a Red Ferrari laptop before. Here is one from ACER </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107321994786518675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107321994786518675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-did-survey-and-see-which-school-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107314802882158333</id><published>2004-01-04T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T00:42:04.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was browsing around and stumbled upon some weird stuff. Heh, you've gotta check that out! Have ya seen britney recently??? 'Britney' lookalike! And yea, ever wondered why guys have camera phones? *I am one of them, heh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107314802882158333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107314802882158333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-was-browsing-around-and-stumbled.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107310152287045892</id><published>2004-01-03T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:39:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have posted a new design to tri-weblog, named 02. Tri it! Click on the link here or tick the 'Change Layout' on the side panel of tri-weblog. Enjoy!I wonder if there will be new resolutions for me for this New Year. I dreamt about her again, seating 3 rows behind me in church. We were stealing glances. You know dreams are so pleasant. It feels so infinite, so eternal in what you are. It feels</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107310152287045892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107310152287045892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-have-posted-new-design-to-tri-weblog.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107286826481105407</id><published>2003-12-31T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T02:04:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year! There are so many things I have to Thank God for in Year 2003. It may be a tough year for me as there was so many transitions in my life, like my dad being diagnose with cancer, he being cured and he accepting Christ as his personal savior. Then there was my family going to Church and we were being more understanding to one another and appreciating the presence of each other. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107286826481105407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107286826481105407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/happy-new-year-there-are-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107271027919851242</id><published>2003-12-29T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T13:37:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a few days time, I will add another design in Tri-Weblog. But not to worry, the current design will still stay, just that it will enable you to switch between the current design and the new design!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107271027919851242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107271027919851242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/in-few-days-time-i-will-add-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107260668508469586</id><published>2003-12-28T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T23:12:40.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's back. She is back. I am surprised to see her back. Just a day before, I reassured myself that it is impossible between us and that she is not here in Singapore but was in somewhere else now. But as I stepped into church today, she was the first person I saw. Thought my eyes were fooling me, so I didn't accepted seeing her there only to assume she was someone else with similar features as her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107260668508469586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107260668508469586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107234242219208248</id><published>2003-12-25T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T18:05:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas is the best time of the year. Since young I have always look forward to Christmas. The gifts, excitement, singing, shopping, food, crowd, people, smiling faces, happiness. It's just so heart warming and vibrant. I was anticipating for Christmas since Jan 2003. Now I will anticipate for the next Christmas 2004. It will be a better one.Bought my Dad a Bible and engraved his name on it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107234242219208248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107234242219208248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-is-best-time-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107232705610119815</id><published>2003-12-25T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T21:58:57.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas! It's just once a year. But there is more to Christmas, it's the life that we can live eternally with God! Today we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, our authority to live.Christmas is... LifeLike a tree on Fire."It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." Galatians 5:1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107232705610119815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107232705610119815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/merry-christmas-its-just-once-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107215030626450813</id><published>2003-12-23T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T23:13:56.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOTR, Return of the King was fantastic... What can say! It's the best ever. The effects blew me off. Gee, when was the last time I had such a good time in the cinemas for a 3hr movie. I had no particular favorite character. But more so on the story line. Been hoping to catch the last sequel of LOTR in the cinemas, finally did!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107215030626450813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107215030626450813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/lotr-return-of-king-was-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107200842310445299</id><published>2003-12-21T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T21:30:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These songs are great. Jewel - Ave Maria and Madonna - Santa Baby. I was at the APPLE shop today at Wheellock Place when I heard these songs being played. I had an irritating urge to ask the lady at the counter for the song titles and artists. I can stand no longer. The songs were just so pleasant to my ears. I picked up courage and asked her... And now I am listening to the songs in delight at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107200842310445299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107200842310445299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/these-songs-are-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107166609287031302</id><published>2003-12-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T21:03:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know... Sometimes, I really take pity on Saddam. After reading about him, he has feelings too. I read The Straits Times on how he cried to his 2nd wife and how how he protected his family, guiding them out of Iraq safely and so on..... I don't know... Maybe I am just blur. Or maybe I just don't know enough!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107166609287031302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107166609287031302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107154613798154218</id><published>2003-12-16T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T22:02:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to get new glasses this winter... My eyesights are irritating me. I feel so sleepy when I look too hard and long! Heh! The music is gentle on my ears... My sis is having her piano lessons now as she plays the titanic piece. And below is a picture of Ms Universe!!!Left to right: Ms Hong Kong, Ms Japan, Ms Singapore, Ms China, Ms Malaysia.Heh, actually no lah! They are my friends. Boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107154613798154218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107154613798154218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-have-to-get-new-glasses-this-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107141749081750787</id><published>2003-12-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T13:07:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saddam has been captured..."I am tired of Hiding, come get my canny ass!"He looks like good old Santa Claus. Heh! Poor Fella, I wonder what was on his mind when his sons were killed in action. And what surprises me was he didn't even retaliated. I wish you best in health and all the things you do!!! See ya soon in the near future, "Santa Saddam"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107141749081750787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107141749081750787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/saddam-has-been-captured.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107115368970774936</id><published>2003-12-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:42:10.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excerise Wallaby in Australia. My Platoon's ATEC photos http://www.xpphotoalbum.com/ Interesting.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107115368970774936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107115368970774936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/excerise-wallaby-in-australia.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107105817395376940</id><published>2003-12-10T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:18:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had fun yesterday! It was at Embassy with my church mate Jane and her friends. Jane and her friends were having their AJC prom night and they were having this prom celebrations at Embassy. Woah, they were good at it! Jane danced well and Sarah was good. So was Jamine and her guyfriend SC. They rocked to the beat. It was such a long time since I had such great fun in clubs, ha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107105817395376940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107105817395376940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-had-fun-yesterday-it-was-at-embassy.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107078118092606765</id><published>2003-12-07T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T00:57:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new hair, trimmed by my Dad. Cool, Short and neat!Ready, Steady, Smile!Picture WorksWow, I saw Jane in church today. She has grown, so pretty! (Ha, no offence Jane baby:) And yes, worship was fantastic, it was lead by lovely Lisa. And ooh... the youngsters were dynamic in their caroling! Will miss them as I transit from youth to young adult. But wait, I am still a youth, youthful in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107078118092606765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107078118092606765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-new-hair-trimmed-by-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107062408298586682</id><published>2003-12-05T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T19:37:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know, she is just so dear to me. I just like her. I have grown fond of her. Someone like her is hard to find. She is patient, calm, sweet and has virtue. And yes, she is pretty. But I am afraid of the consequences if I'd tell her I am fond of her. There will be many responsibilities. I am afraid to tell her about how I feel and how the future will be when we are together. She is putting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107062408298586682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107062408298586682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-dont-know-she-is-just-so-dear-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107055300230501943</id><published>2003-12-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T00:18:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so lost at times. I feel that I have no life at all. As I grow older, my friends are gone. And though they had left, they were not the desired kind of friends I would want to be with. And I have someone so dear and perfect in front of me who God gave. I never learnt to cherish her, though I cannot afford to lose her. What is going on around me? And another moment I have to stand on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107055300230501943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107055300230501943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-feel-so-lost-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107046234429479037</id><published>2003-12-03T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:40:03.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My hair is fastastic. Really. I don't think I should post my pic here though i have a digital cam. Not much difference but at least my dad trimmed it neatly. Good Job Dad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107046234429479037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107046234429479037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-hair-is-fastastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107044508939358206</id><published>2003-12-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T18:40:26.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Later will allow my dad to trim my hair. This is cool. The last time he trimmed my hair was way back when I was in primary school. Let's see....... Ah, pri 3. Or is it pri 4???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107044508939358206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107044508939358206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/later-will-allow-my-dad-to-trim-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107037006044003969</id><published>2003-12-02T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T22:43:11.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did alot of walking today. It was a walking day... Met up with folks in Church, and yea I was a little shy as usual. Maybe coz of the crowd... Had a good time... Then reported to CMPB Defense Tower B to seek help. Dad had Chemo today. Both orally and thru the needle. It's a no joking matter, it hurts terribly. Wish I could share his burden. I am down with a bad flu and sore throat. What the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107037006044003969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107037006044003969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-did-alot-of-walking-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107028415167482228</id><published>2003-12-01T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T21:10:03.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am back today... And probably will be back every other day. That depends I mean.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107028415167482228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107028415167482228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-back-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107018211597145296</id><published>2003-11-30T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T21:07:29.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy. Happy. Happy. This is how I feel now as I type this. This morning was a fruitful morning. Today is a fruitful day. My Dad and Mum went to church. My Dad is accepting God into his life. He enjoys the Sunday Service. For this day, I had waited since Sec 2. For this day, I had this vision for them since Pri 3, for my Dad and my Mum to be Christians and accept God in their lives. And now that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107018211597145296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107018211597145296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/11/happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107011411945925221</id><published>2003-11-29T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T21:08:03.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went with my dad to Upper Thomson Road further up Pierce Reservoir to get Fish Curry Head. The curry there is fantastic and going there with my dad is even better. I am enjoying time with my Dad. These times are precious. Dad I love you. There is so much I have learnt from you. And there is so much more I have to learn from you. So stay strong.I am multi-tastking 3 things at a go. SMSing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107011411945925221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107011411945925221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-went-with-my-dad-to-upper-thomson.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-107007804296101426</id><published>2003-11-29T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T16:07:03.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is something wrong with my com. Kinda slow up recently. I met Sherry on Thursday by coincidence. It has been so many years since I last saw her. She was as pretty and bubbly as ever. Those were the days when we used to hang out at Far East Plaza and Takashimaya Square. And yea, she has grown so much...I did consider getting an entertainment game console like a PS2. But I am hard up on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107007804296101426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/107007804296101426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/11/there-is-something-wrong-with-my-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-106969833172645656</id><published>2003-11-25T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T02:26:13.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a problem. I don't have many friends, in friendster that is. Care to add me as a friend, email is fodioarts@yahoo.com.I have many plans for 2004. 2003 was waste. All spent by worries, fears, uncertainties... Oh well, my sis is nagging. Gotta switch the com off......................................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106969833172645656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106969833172645656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-have-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-106966238699371938</id><published>2003-11-24T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T16:27:08.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, It's a long time since I last blog the shit outta here. Oh boy. Oh boy... I have to do something 'bout it...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106966238699371938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106966238699371938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/11/man-its-long-time-since-i-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-106534108728941091</id><published>2003-10-05T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T16:04:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What can I say. It has been such a long time since I've blogged. So many things happened within this few weeks or months. Dad went for a major operation. Things wasn't so good then but my dad also accepted Christ before the op. Now that my Dad has pull thru.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106534108728941091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106534108728941091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/10/what-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-106112492330541714</id><published>2003-08-17T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T20:57:47.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh it feels like shit to be confined in camp for 2 weeks. I have a 2 ntm (don't ask me what is ntm). The confinement is something to do with being operationally ready, I think to stimulate a war time scenario. So I won't be blogging for at lest 2 weeks. Let's see, now till 30th of this month. Oh well, part of national service.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106112492330541714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106112492330541714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/08/oh-it-feels-like-shit-to-be-confined.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-106060135786056250</id><published>2003-08-11T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T19:42:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow exactly marks one year that I have been to the army. Back then one year ago I felt like shit. Not knowing that in the days to come, I had to suffer a hard life to develop myself into a fine man. Here I am, one year after the horror. Combat Fit and ready to f#*k any ass that threatens the sovereignty of this fine island Singapore. Ha, one year of rants and raves in my blog. I am sure that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106060135786056250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106060135786056250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/08/tomorrow-exactly-marks-one-year-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-106060026505786529</id><published>2003-08-11T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T19:50:46.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She will leave sometime soon. It seems so fast, yesterday was the last day I would have seen her. Craig Armstrong feat. Elizabeth Fraser - This Love, best describles this moment. Spent the whole day doing up a gift that will be memorable. Slept at 3.30am yesterday and woke up at 7.39am this morning. Rushed all around the island to get the stuff that I deem it at it's finest for the gift. All this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106060026505786529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/106060026505786529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/08/she-will-leave-sometime-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602250.post-105991776536529034</id><published>2003-08-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T21:36:05.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think MactchBox 20 - Unwell best describles me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/105991776536529034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602250/posts/default/105991776536529034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fodioarts.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-think-mactchbox-20-unwell-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338744850574614761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
