<?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-5986548</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:43:18.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lina's Weblog</title><subtitle type='html'>Lina's Weblog (Latest)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-28607722145213247</id><published>2007-06-03T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:13:06.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200703      A Walk After MidnightJ U N  Had I not waited for five more seconds, I could have missed the whole ten years of memories...Sipping my last drop of cappuccino in the smoking section upstairs at this joint seemed like forever. Forever as in I would have liked it to be ever-lasting. It was another troubling night with the bunch. The evening offered a whole mood of cups of cafeine. If not,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/28607722145213247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/28607722145213247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/2007-03-walk-after-midnight-j-u-n-had-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-3048557695659785648</id><published>2007-04-08T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:49:10.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200708      An Evening with Andy MurphyA P R  An evening with the mastermind.The rustic look of La Esquiña—a hidden brasserie in SoHo—compliments Andy’s dark, mysterious being.  Andy Murphy—a tall, well-built thirty-something Manhattanite, born and raised in New York City—has it all. No, pardon me. I mean, he absolutely has everything. Charm, look, manner, occupation and a nice, cozy nest in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3048557695659785648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=3048557695659785648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/3048557695659785648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/3048557695659785648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/2007-08-evening-with-andy-murphy-p-r.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-2172779935976836745</id><published>2007-04-01T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:34:28.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200701      DesafinadoA P R  Time and time again.A cold Sunday afternoon—even though it was spring time. So unlikely. Just like her way down on Second Avenue—so, extremely improbable. Or was it impulsive? Up the stairs of the N, R, the radio stopped playing ‘Promicuous Girl’. The D.J. announced they were doing a new game, it was called ‘Are You Smarter Than The Jamaican?’ She couldn’t help but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2172779935976836745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=2172779935976836745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/2172779935976836745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/2172779935976836745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/2007-01-desafinado-p-r-time-and-time.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-8956865606501267474</id><published>2007-03-17T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:28:13.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200717      Let It Snow!M A R  Oh the weather outside is frightful!“...When we finally kiss goodnight, How I’ll hate going out in the storm! But if you'll really hold me tight, All the way home I’ll be warm...”—Let It Snow! by Sammy Cahn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8956865606501267474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=8956865606501267474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/8956865606501267474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/8956865606501267474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/2007-17-let-it-snow-m-r-oh-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-5736660433211878536</id><published>2007-03-03T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:28:26.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200703      Until Death, or Some Irreconcilablity, Do Us PartM A R  An advice to a partnership, get out of it! Better still, run!Being born as a girl in an oriental family was never an easy task. Since the first day, mother prepped me to be the most obedient, if not, marketable among other siblings I haveboys, nevertheless.Growing up, mom reminded me without avail of how eventually I would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5736660433211878536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=5736660433211878536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/5736660433211878536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/5736660433211878536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/m-03-until-death-or-some.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-8327133678550558812</id><published>2007-02-18T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:35:18.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200718      Gong Xi Fa ChayF E B  It means happy new year in Chinese.When we were little, my brothers, sister and I used to always wake up early in the morning of Chinese new year’s day—Chinese new year’s does not fall on the same day each year, depending on the moon. It was exciting to be the first ones to welcome the new year!According to the tradition, those who are married must give out hong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8327133678550558812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=8327133678550558812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/8327133678550558812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/8327133678550558812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/2007-18-gong-xi-fa-chay-f-e-b-it-means.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__ncXfO8iP2Y/Rdd8In315YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HMyUoGuToT8/s72-c/gongxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-8093437245160782818</id><published>2007-02-17T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:23:34.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2007 17      Let’s Makan!F E B   When hunger strikes...Porridge (bubur in Malay): a traditional Asian comfort food, is a great way to soothe stomachs that have overindulged. The ideal consistency for this porridge resembles light- to medium-bodied Cream of Wheat that falls easily from the spoon. It's easy to reheat bubur in the microwave or on the stovetop over low heat.Meatballs (bakso): A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8093437245160782818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=8093437245160782818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/8093437245160782818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/8093437245160782818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/2007-17-let-makan-f-when-hunger-strikes.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-4802858381057005914</id><published>2007-02-04T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:53:26.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200704      Chasing The American DreamF E B  Is it so much to ask for? Just a little taste of it...My name is Lola. I live in Jackson Heights, Queens but I am not Spanish. It’s not too much to say that more than 99.99% of the population here are of Spanish descent. I live in this tiny apartment with my boyfriend who hailed from Olsztyn, a city in northeast Polska or Poland in English, where I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4802858381057005914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=4802858381057005914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/4802858381057005914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/4802858381057005914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/2007-04-chasing-american-dream-f-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-7706546860134137021</id><published>2007-01-23T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:48:19.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200723J A NAn Inter-racial Affair It has happened a number of times, here, there—everywhere.At work, I have been handling this project of Asian Americans that made it big in the US of A.  Great achievers like Bruce Lee, Margaret Cho and Vera Wang, to name a few.  Totally reminds me of a colleague’s comment the other day “sometimes I’m jealous of Asian girls!”  But, “why?,” I cried out loud.  “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7706546860134137021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=7706546860134137021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/7706546860134137021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/7706546860134137021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-23-j-n-inter-racial-affair-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-115422368938689030</id><published>2006-07-29T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T12:54:30.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200629J U LBended Like Shakeem Coming out of the closet is so 1990s.Don’t quite understand what the big hoo-ha is with Lance Bass’ new orientation? Me too! Now seriously, was it even considered a news to begin with?Days before the big revelation, my coworker and I were discussing on how she was never into going out, exploring the city. Her routine was basically home to work, work to home. Her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115422368938689030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=115422368938689030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/115422368938689030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/115422368938689030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/2006-29-j-u-l-bended-like-shakeem.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-114632070226077388</id><published>2006-04-29T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:34:08.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200630A P RLand That I Love This nation built by the people from all over the world, called immigrants.It is not too much to say that America is one of the most desired places for people, particularly immigrants, to come and live. After all, this country has been well-known as the land of milk and honey, the freedom and such. But of course, just like anything in the world, freedom is not free. It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114632070226077388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=114632070226077388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/114632070226077388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/114632070226077388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/2006-30-p-r-land-that-i-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-114029366274834047</id><published>2006-02-18T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:34:38.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200618F E BThe Ex Factor Breakups, breakdowns... now what?You might have been jilted and hurt by your ex-somebody. No matter how positive one can be, it is hard to be approached by the ex-factor.Regardless of how much time you two have spent on each other in the past, it is such a hardship to forget, let alone forgive. The time he decided to spend his Friday nights - the obligatory drinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114029366274834047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=114029366274834047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/114029366274834047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/114029366274834047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/2006-18-f-e-b-ex-factor-breakups.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-113512855153395714</id><published>2005-12-20T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:34:48.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200520      Transit StrikeD E C  What if the mass transportation went kaput?Waking up at 3AM to find that the TWU (Transit Workers Union) went on strike was quite a way to start a day. Probably quite a long, long way. There are more than ten million people in New York City alone and around seven million who commute by public transportation - trains, buses and ferry. So when two of them decided to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113512855153395714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=113512855153395714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/113512855153395714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/113512855153395714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-20-transit-strike-d-e-c-what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-112339503955501690</id><published>2005-10-17T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:35:02.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200517      Beautiful SomeoneO C T  The city is full of beautiful people. What if you end up with one?Throughout the entire time I cannot recall to have known someone as beautiful as he is. Gorgeous, to be more exact.  Model lookalike.  Everything you name it — tall, slim, brunette, gorgeous eyes, pretty face — he has it all.  Sometimes you cannot help but think if he has ever felt insecure.  If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112339503955501690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=112339503955501690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/112339503955501690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/112339503955501690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/2005-17-beautiful-someone-o-c-t-city-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-111798256913500925</id><published>2005-06-11T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:35:13.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 11      Single in the CityJ U N   Welcome to the City, where mating and dating are never off the scene.Being single in a city like New York City seems like the right thing to do. The one thing that never goes passé. It gets even better when the weather starts hitting up within a high double-digit range. When everyone wants to be nowhere but outdoor. When we all want to go al fresco.One </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111798256913500925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=111798256913500925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/111798256913500925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/111798256913500925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/2005-11-single-in-city-j-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-111551264517478707</id><published>2005-05-12T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:35:29.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 12      Caste: A Social StratificationM A Y   The grouping of people together and according them status within society according to the groups they belong to, is as old as society itself.It is quite inevitable not to know people from different walks of lives. For as long as we have been living in this world, there are people who come and go. Therefore, the one thing to digest here is whether</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111551264517478707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=111551264517478707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/111551264517478707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/111551264517478707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/2005-12-caste-social-stratification-m.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-111246198334175750</id><published>2005-04-02T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:36:15.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 02      I Heart New YorkA P R   Grabbed hold of a subway car, and after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride, I landed up on the downtown side; Greenwich Village.It is Spring in New York. For all we know, New York is at one of its bests during Spring season. When new leaves start peeking out. When the weather begins warming up. When people commence their outdoor activities all over again.For as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111246198334175750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=111246198334175750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/111246198334175750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/111246198334175750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/2005-02-i-heart-new-york-grabbed-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-111059870777166782</id><published>2005-03-26T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:36:28.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 26      The Grass is Always Greener on the other Side of the Fence  It means things you do not have always look better than those you have.A friend of mine broke the news just the other day that she was packing up to leave the country and heading back home. After years living here. Of course, a typical question would be why? Had she not had adjusted her life here? Had she not found her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111059870777166782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=111059870777166782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/111059870777166782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/111059870777166782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/2005-26-grass-is-always-greener-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110877877570730140</id><published>2005-02-19T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:36:40.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 19      Why Oh Why?F E B   Something happened some time in the past can be nothing but a regret.It is only human to feel apologetic for having done something bad, said something wrong, been politically incorrect. There is no turning back. Regardless of what others say or do to enlighten the sorrow, it is quite hard not to think about it, if not to regret it.Have you ever promised someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110877877570730140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110877877570730140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110877877570730140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110877877570730140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/2005-19-why-oh-why-f-something-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110701000578622009</id><published>2005-02-15T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:37:01.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 15      Beginnings, Ends, MiddlesF E B   It asks questions like ‘how do we really remember things and how does life really look to us?’.The intertwining story of two people, called a love story — of relationship between a man and a woman that evolves at certain time and place. A love story — that is about other things as well such as jealousy, intuitiveness, lies we tell ourselves and those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110701000578622009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110701000578622009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110701000578622009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110701000578622009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/2005-15-beginnings-ends-middles-f-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110580051229240395</id><published>2005-01-15T05:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:37:15.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 15      A Button Touch AwayJ A N   To shop or not to shop is no longer the question, it is to click or not to click.We all are aware of January as the time of the year when everything seems to be on sale. Be it instore or online. It is the time of the year for any die-hard shoppers to take their marks, get set and hit the stores. Again, not limited to the locations.It does not work to try to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110580051229240395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110580051229240395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110580051229240395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110580051229240395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005-15-button-touch-away-j-to-shop-or.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110520306046691902</id><published>2005-01-09T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:37:27.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 09      Indecent ProposalJ A N   Somethings are not for sale. Such as? Well you can’t buy people.It had been long known that the two of them worked long hours together. He, the supervisor. She, the employee. They worked together in harmony. For the outsiders, it looks like one happy family — or perhaps, an odd couple?It all began when his beloved wife had to travel outside the country. Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110520306046691902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110520306046691902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110520306046691902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110520306046691902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005-09-indecent-proposal-j-somethings.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110461582464526616</id><published>2005-01-01T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:37:39.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 01      Happy New YouJ A N   It does not matter, whether it is the night before or the day after. New Year is all about the new you. January First is always an exciting date, if not, challenging. Ranging from the night before — be it an evening of rubbing with celebrities at Crobar or standing for hours in cold at Times Square, to jotting down a compulsory new year’s resolutions (all over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110461582464526616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110461582464526616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110461582464526616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110461582464526616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005-01-happy-new-you-j-it-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110407831333357755</id><published>2004-12-26T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:37:50.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D E C 26      The Day After   I don’t care what you think, the next day is a tough one. So I made it to Christmas dinner this year as predicted. It was good to see the family again. Everyone looked just like the last time we saw each other, which could be good and bad at the same time. It was good because we all looked just as we expected, live and merry. It was bad because changes could be good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110407831333357755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110407831333357755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110407831333357755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110407831333357755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/d-26-day-after-i-don-care-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110398696835242718</id><published>2004-12-24T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:38:03.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D E C 24      T’was The Night   A right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. Ask anyone. The night before has always been big — it always is. The intense wait for the day after which is Christmas Day. The anxiety of unwrapping the surprise or two. The excitement of revealing who this year’s Santa is.Growing up in a household with various traditions did make a whole lot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110398696835242718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110398696835242718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110398696835242718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110398696835242718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/d-24-t-night-right-jolly-old-elf-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393716360990516</id><published>2004-10-17T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:38:24.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 17      Someone Like You   There is someone, somewhere for you out there. Anywhere we live, we always seem in search of the right person. Someone whom we can share the happiness and sorrow with. Someone whom we are able to go through ups and downs with. Someone who can understand and finish the sentence even before we finish ours. Someone like you.But, the one-million-dollar question would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393716360990516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393716360990516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393716360990516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393716360990516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/10/o-17-someone-like-you-there-is-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-109633140950904359</id><published>2004-09-27T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:38:36.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 27      Through With You   Your mama says that you cannot hurry love, you just have to wait. When I first met her, little did I know that she had been living on her own for twenty-something years, all by herself. She was a fine lady — how could anyone not place an interest in her? How could anyone resist her? She told me she was brokenhearted once. It was her true love — at least that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109633140950904359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=109633140950904359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109633140950904359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109633140950904359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/s-27-through-with-you-your-mama-says.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-109564517155129304</id><published>2004-09-19T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:38:50.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 19      BNB 5803   What if it was facing you — right in front of your very eyes? It is still fresh in my mind what took place that morning. There were not a lot of people at the bus stop. It was not even 7AM. While taking my steps toward the stop, there it was — a grey sedan with bump in the left front corner — without any hesitation, speeding through the morning air. As if there had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109564517155129304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=109564517155129304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109564517155129304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109564517155129304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/s-19-bnb-5803-what-if-it-was-facing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-109408925239223107</id><published>2004-09-11T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:39:04.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 11      A Penny For A Thought   One day each year, it is a day that is meant for you. Remember the first time? Was it even explicable?It is funny how life can connect certain people’ paths of lives, subsconsciously. I mean, how many times you bump into someone you have not seen for years? How often does someone come up to you on a street in Manhattan and strike a casual conversation with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109408925239223107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=109408925239223107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109408925239223107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109408925239223107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/s-11-penny-for-thought-one-day-each.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-109259317098665945</id><published>2004-08-15T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:39:21.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A U G 15      Good Times, Bad Times   It is all relative, but it is about life and beyond. You know how some people wish they were birds so they would be able to fly away from their problems. I do not blame them entirely but c’mon, being a bird? Are you not satisfied enough, just by being a human being?Life is insanely wonderful. Okay, we all might have some kind of suicidal tendency when we were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109259317098665945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=109259317098665945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109259317098665945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109259317098665945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/15-good-times-bad-times-it-is-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-109201439487226131</id><published>2004-08-08T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:39:33.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A U G 08      99 Problems   Everybody is different or are we really? As our age adds up, there are more and more people from many walks of lives that cross our paths. It does not matter whether they have special places in our hearts or not but you bet they are all different, in many ways.When we were little, we had good friends, close friends and some best friends. We also had enemies, at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109201439487226131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=109201439487226131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109201439487226131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109201439487226131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/08-99-problems-everybody-is-different.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-10912255378890665</id><published>2004-07-31T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:39:43.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U L 31      Infidelity   Some people stray, some stay. It is not a surprise that all of us must have, one point in life, been in love before. The excitement to see the person, the heartbeat each time you think of the person, the thought of yet another meeting. You cannot get enough of the person. But, of course, being in love when you are single differs from when you are attached to someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/10912255378890665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=10912255378890665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/10912255378890665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/10912255378890665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/j-31-infidelity-some-people-stray-some.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-109043973701857870</id><published>2004-07-23T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:39:54.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U L 23      Routine   It is not a surprise that we all have routines, whatever they are, every single day. Ever since we were born, routine has always been a part of our lives. When we were babies, being nursed was the routine. When we were in the second grade, waking up early to catch the school bus was the routine. When we were in college, going to classes was the routine. When we decided to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109043973701857870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=109043973701857870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109043973701857870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/109043973701857870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/j-23-routine-it-is-not-surprise-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108998963996626321</id><published>2004-07-16T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:40:05.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U L 16      Sentencing Martha   She was once known as the Domestic Diva, Homemakers’ Goddess, or simply, a self-made billionaire — her name is Martha Stewart. Most of us in the United States are aware of the existence of Martha Stewart. Further, with her much publicized case. Backed up with a company (Living Omnimedia, Inc.), a publisher (MS Living, Weddings, Food and Kids — four different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108998963996626321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108998963996626321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108998963996626321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108998963996626321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/j-16-sentencing-martha-she-was-once.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108929887281454208</id><published>2004-07-08T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:40:22.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U L08      Take Me Out to the Ballgame  There is nothing quite like a sunny day Baseball game.Without a doubt, Baseball is one of favorite sports in the United States. Everybody loves it  children, teenagers and adults.I remember vividly back in Junior High, I used to loathe revising all those big rules in foreign sports  at least it was for me  such as Cricket, Hockey and Baseball. I used </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108929887281454208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108929887281454208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108929887281454208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108929887281454208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/j-08-take-me-out-to-ballgame-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108906918276705203</id><published>2004-07-04T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:40:36.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U L04      Happy Fourth!  Because nothing beats July Fourth weekend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108906918276705203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108906918276705203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108906918276705203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108906918276705203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/j-04-happy-fourth-because-nothing-beats.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108852506453552057</id><published>2004-06-29T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:40:54.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U N29      Weekend Recap  Because every picture tells a story.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108852506453552057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108852506453552057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108852506453552057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108852506453552057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/j-29-weekend-recap-because-every.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108801329959289194</id><published>2004-06-24T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:37:28.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U N24      For Better, For Worse  For richer, for poorer. Till death do us part.When Summer time comes around, it does not just mean that it is time to go out and have a picnic. Summer means nice, hot weather. Summer means good food, great people. Summer means wedding season.Of the three major celebrations of life  Birth, Marriage and Death  weddings tend to be the most exuberant and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108801329959289194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108801329959289194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108801329959289194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108801329959289194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/j-24-for-better-for-worse-for-richer.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108733386073213779</id><published>2004-06-16T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:41:29.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U N16      In The Name of Dough  The green monster, cash, dead presidents, buck, cheese, paper, moolah  they all mean one thing  money.They say it is expensive to live in New York City. Wrong! It is WAY too expensive to live here. Although its tenth spot dropped to the twelfth most expensive city in the world this year, its financial effect still affects New Yorkers’ bank accounts.Most of us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108733386073213779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108733386073213779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108733386073213779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108733386073213779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/j-16-in-name-of-dough-green-monster.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108672237152060970</id><published>2004-06-08T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:41:40.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U N08      The Dating Game  There is a card game. There is a name game. But nothing beats the dating game.At some point in life, we all must have been on a date, at least once. It is only human to place an interest in someone. Everybody is aware of the dating game.Dating game is not something you learn from school, nor from our parents. It is unexplainable, untheoretical. It often involves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108672237152060970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108672237152060970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108672237152060970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108672237152060970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/j-08-dating-game-there-is-card-game.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108610219592827000</id><published>2004-06-02T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:41:53.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J U N02      It Is Very Frisco  There is no better way to learn a new place than visiting and observing it.Some of you might have visited San Francisco in the past. Some of you might have been living there. Some of you might have been born there. One day we decided to take a flight down to SFO. It was our first time to be in San Francisco, California.Contrary of having to pay five dollars for Air</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108610219592827000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108610219592827000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108610219592827000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108610219592827000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/j-02-it-is-very-frisco-there-is-no.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108549777064767077</id><published>2004-05-25T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:42:05.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A Y25      Fly Me To The Moon  Taking a flight is like taking a pill, red or blue?Since I was little, I have always been fascinated by aeroplanes. Whether it is a plain helicopter or big jet. I remember when I was little, my siblings and I used to run all the way to our front gate and climb it up just to see a plane flying over our house. Without a failure, every single time.So you can imagine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108549777064767077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108549777064767077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108549777064767077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108549777064767077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/m-25-fly-me-to-moon-taking-flight-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108489284910509281</id><published>2004-05-18T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:42:18.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A Y18      Single or Double  Just like any game in life, there is single, there is double.For all of us, it is inevitable to escape from either status  single or double (a.k.a. attached). Some of us might seem oblivious with the status situation, while others might sweat day and night, being concerned of their own.It is only human to be attracted to someone, regardless of one’s sexual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108489284910509281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108489284910509281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108489284910509281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108489284910509281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/m-18-single-or-double-just-like-any.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108446091817842947</id><published>2004-05-13T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:42:30.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A Y13      The Good, The Bad And The Ugly  Look around, looks are everywhere.Each individual is unique, based on personality, brainpower and even look. Are you among a few percentage of our society that are unsatisfied with your look? Or have you ever wondered if things could be different, if only you were a little bit better looking?One time, at work, we had a model-look-alike coworker. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108446091817842947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=108446091817842947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108446091817842947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108446091817842947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/m-13-good-bad-and-ugly-look-around.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108385285067702529</id><published>2004-05-06T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:42:41.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A Y06      On An Island Called Manhattan  Among the five existing boroughs of New York City, Manhattan is it.People who live in Manhattan or Manhattanites  as they are often called  unarguably lead different lives than those who live in the four other boroughs. They represent the most prestigious island of New York state.Things do happen differently in Manhattan. Hungry? Chinese food, in fact</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108385285067702529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108385285067702529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/m-06-on-island-called-manhattan-among.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108360971067903805</id><published>2004-05-03T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:42:51.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A Y03      Everyday Matters  Throughout a period of time, there are certain people who have profoundly touched our lives.It was Summer of 1996, the first time I knew SJ. Before, we used to meet on our ways to the restrooms in college. A pointless “Hi, gorgeous!” was swapped at each meeting.For all those years of college, SJ and I had never been in one class. I hardly knew him but his name. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108360971067903805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108360971067903805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/m-03-everyday-matters-throughout-period.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108333564894819942</id><published>2004-04-30T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:43:07.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A P R30      Friends Without Friends  We are approaching the final episode of yet another great series, friends.Since its debut in 1998, ‘Friends’ has become such a household name that it is not too much to say that almost everyone in the world knows it. Just like ‘Sex and the City’, it is hard to let Friends go.What is the it factor that has made ‘Friends’ such a hit? Is it because it depicted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108333564894819942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108333564894819942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/30-friends-without-friends-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108213570959472538</id><published>2004-04-22T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:43:18.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A P R22      Shopping for An Identity  There are certain places where you either blend in or feel left out.About a week ago, I walked into an Abercrombie &amp; Fitch store in Lower Manhattan. I could not help but felt like I was walking into a backstage of a fashion show. There were beautiful people around.Starting from the blue-eyed hottie behind the cash register, two young girls in mini skirts who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108213570959472538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108213570959472538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/22-shopping-for-identity-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108156172645997162</id><published>2004-04-09T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:43:33.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A P R09      Double Shot  Macchiato, Americano, Espresso, Cappuccino, Mochaccino, Café Latté, Café Au Lait, Café  Mocha and not to mention, grandé, quad, venti.I remember the first time was at my uncle’s house in West Java. It was a Kopi Luwak, served steaming hot. I was only thirteen.During college, when assigments after assignments kept streaming in, that was the time when caffeine claimed its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108156172645997162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108156172645997162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/09-double-shot-macchiato-americano.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108077370424571735</id><published>2004-04-03T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:43:45.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A P R03      Old Friends  It was not more than five or ten years, more like two years.By now, you must have heard the famous ‘A friend in need is a friend indeed’ line. But, guess what? A friend or two can get lost within time and locations. Before you realize it, it has been a good two years since you last saw them.In case you don’t know, living among eight other millions of people can be pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108077370424571735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108077370424571735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/03-old-friends-it-was-not-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-108050381020608966</id><published>2004-03-28T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:43:59.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A R28      City Insanity  Big cities like Tokyo, Sydney, Jakarta, London and New York City share nothing but a similarity  city insanity.It was late at night. 10:30 PM? Felt more like 12 o’clock midnight. The streets were still occupied by people like it was a usual workday. Being on an Uptown R train did not help a bit, the feeling of yearning for a solitude did not stop pumping. What was it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108050381020608966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/108050381020608966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/m-28-city-insanity-big-cities-like.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107974872927248985</id><published>2004-03-22T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:44:18.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A R22      To Blog or Not to Blog  How would you like to go full frontal on the Internet, literally?Some of us might have been using a blog tool for years. Some of us might have just started blogging after we found our next-door neighbor’s blog from a link. Some of us might look at a blog tool as a bridge to a constant readership a.k.a. online popularity. Some of us might look at it as an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107974872927248985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107974872927248985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/m-22-to-blog-or-not-to-blog-how-would.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107956419534673688</id><published>2004-03-16T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:44:39.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A R16      Highlights, Highlights  First comes the sun, then comes the snow.Last weekend... Sunny, 48°F or 9°CYesterday... Sunny, 54°F or 12°CToday... Snow, 29°F or -2°CGo, figure that! Only in New York, kids, only in New York.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107956419534673688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107956419534673688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/m-16-highlights-highlights-first-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107927893107153961</id><published>2004-03-14T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:44:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A R14      Living in Colors  Diversity (d&amp;-'v&amp;r-s&amp;-tE, dI-): the condition of being diverse.Being in a city of more than ten million people, in New York City alone, things can be intriguing, if not, diverse. Based on a recent census, immigrants make up 40 percent of the City’s population, they create more and more diversity each day.During the early decades, immigrants arrived mainly from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107927893107153961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107927893107153961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/m-14-living-in-colors-diversity-d-di.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107853823326704120</id><published>2004-03-07T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:45:00.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A R07      The Stare Game  Men do it, women do it. We all do it. Is it good or bad?Not only men and women are different, gender wise, we are also different as far as habits go. I am not a feminist, but there are habits of men that are worth a post.There are men’s habits that I can totally understand, for example farting, burping, picking their noses, cursing and even flexing their muscles. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107853823326704120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107853823326704120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/m-07-stare-game-men-do-it-women-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107809634827322944</id><published>2004-03-02T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:45:13.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M A R02      Supersize It!  Everybody has heard of the term ‘Big is beautiful’, now the real question is  ‘Is big truly beautiful?’According to a recent survey conducted by SizeUSA, it shows that Americans have grown taller and heavier. However, Americans are growing heavier more rapidly than being taller.With the amount of sources that exist from coast to coast, it is no wonder Americans are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107809634827322944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107809634827322944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/m-02-supersize-it-everybody-has-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107749255360720681</id><published>2004-02-23T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:45:30.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F E B23      Sex and the Finale  Bet you anticipated it. Bet your eyes were fixed onto the box for a good forty-five minutes. The final episode left a bittersweet taste, or did it?Last night was the series finale of HBO’s  ‘Sex and the City’. After six seasons of love, friendship, fashion and fantasies, it reached the-end line. The BIG question was, of course, would it be the Russian or Mr. Big?‘</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107749255360720681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107749255360720681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/f-23-sex-and-finale-bet-you-anticipated.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107685975563638258</id><published>2004-02-15T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:45:40.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F E B15      Overly Commercialized, Indeed  I know, I know, it was Valentine’s Day yesterday.Ah, another Valentine’s Day. Time to get all those lovey-dovey greeting cards. Time to purchase those sexy lingeries for the other half. Time to grab that last big box of Lake Champlain. Time to make a last-minute reservation to Rocco's on 22nd. Time to pick a bouquet of twelve red roses. All over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107685975563638258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107685975563638258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/f-15-overly-commercialized-indeed-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107662751010120610</id><published>2004-02-13T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:45:52.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F E B13      Friday the Thirteenth  Although living in a modern world, people can still be superstitious with black cats, black crows, shattered mirrors, especially Friday the thirteenth.For a Friday the Thirteenth like today’s, it was quite a list of things that happened today on Friday the Thirteenth.Today for the first time same-sex couples could get married legally and obtain their marriage </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107662751010120610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107662751010120610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/f-13-friday-thirteenth-although-living.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107610899105614143</id><published>2004-02-07T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:46:25.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F E B07      Everyday People  To mention the City without the celebrities would be quite impossible.When I saw Chris Noth during my lunch break last Thursday, I could have sworn I had never felt more human. He had the same food as I had for lunch. He had the same aggrevation as any human could have. He had the same facial expression as the lady standing next to him on line, asking him whether he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107610899105614143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107610899105614143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/f-07-everyday-people-to-mention-city.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107560798630421507</id><published>2004-01-31T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T23:31:53.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J A N31      From 8th Street, With Thoughts  Is college life all that? Is after-college life all that grand?Walking around downtown, I have never seen more students anywhere else but the 8th Street area in Union Square. Besides the good old NYU (New York University), there are The Cooper Union, Parsons, New York Studio School, not to mention other schools such as Kindergarten, Elementary and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107560798630421507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=107560798630421507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107560798630421507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107560798630421507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/01/j-when-lunch-costs-you-at-least-us8.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107516593307956358</id><published>2004-01-28T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:22:08.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J A N28      Tax-free Week  One of the fabulous perks to be a resident of New York State is tax-free week1.Sunday night’s headline on all the TV stations was not news on the trade of Jaromir Jagr to New York Rangers as their new right wing. It was not the winter storm that was approaching Eastern U.S. It was not even the news on the jury selection for Martha Stewart’s trial. It was a news on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107516593307956358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=107516593307956358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107516593307956358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107516593307956358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/01/j-last-thing-we-need-is-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107420732803499526</id><published>2004-01-20T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:20:47.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J A N20      Bule 1  After having so many bule and non-bule friends, it is only normal to get to know all of them.Regardless of your location, there is a possibility to meet a bule. Whether at work, if you work for a foreign company or foreign-related company, for instance; Whether at a tourist resort, such as Bali; Whether in school, with English speaking classes, of course. They are just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107420732803499526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107420732803499526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/01/j-regardless-of-being-bule-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107360964043699022</id><published>2004-01-09T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T12:21:38.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J A N09      Homeless  There is a saying ‘Home Sweet Home’. There is another saying ‘Home is Where Your Heart is’. But what if you did not have one, what would it be called?When I first came to New York City, the first thing that awed me was the number of homeless people. For a cosmopolitan city like New York City, there is always a possibility for anyone to live below the poverty line. Some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107360964043699022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=107360964043699022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107360964043699022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107360964043699022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/01/j-that-offers-me-comfort-and-most.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107326857673890238</id><published>2004-01-07T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T22:38:16.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J A N07      Public Transportation Obscenities  Public transportation consists of drunk, sober, normal, insane, soft, loud, annoying, smelly, straight and not to mention sick, very sick people.She ran across the street to get to the bus stop. The bus was waiting for her. While getting on, she glanced over to the inside. The front section was full but the back was empty. It seemed like nobody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107326857673890238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=107326857673890238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107326857673890238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107326857673890238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2004/01/j-note-this-is-based-on-true-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107290427771688569</id><published>2003-12-31T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T16:54:32.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D E C31      Auld Lang Syne*  In accordance with welcoming a new year, there are several things that are conventionally done, years after years.The last day of the year holds an important part in each one of us. Some of us might think it is just any other day, but it is the last day of the year, for Heaven's sake! By now you should have figured out what your plans are for the New Year's Eve. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107290427771688569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=107290427771688569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107290427771688569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107290427771688569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/12/d.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107263244414183558</id><published>2003-12-28T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:17:32.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D E C28      Post-Christmas Post  Christmas might be over, but there are always things to write about.We never had a Christmas tradition back then. We did not even share a same religion, let alone a Holiday tradition. When I was little, I often asked if we could go out and buy a Christmas tree. I would then be told that it was unnecessary because not all of us celebrated Christmas. In short, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107263244414183558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=107263244414183558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107263244414183558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107263244414183558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/12/d-tons-of-dishes.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107222933928444091</id><published>2003-12-24T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T15:58:38.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D E C24      Christmas Shopping  Whether you come from a small or big family, one thing on the to-do list each Christmas is shopping. It is not just any shopping, it is a never-ending shopping.What is one thing that stands side by side to Christmas Day? One word  Shopping. Today when my feet hurt while shopping for the last person on my Christmas list, I just realized that I had never done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107222933928444091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=107222933928444091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107222933928444091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107222933928444091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/12/d_24.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107204755258214349</id><published>2003-12-21T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T19:30:49.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D E C21      The Art of Grocery Shopping  Not one person can get away from grocery shopping at the age of nineteen onwards or whenever your parents decide to kick you out of the house.Grocery shopping is tricky. You may have a location preference in getting your daily or weekly or even monthly groceries. Whether it is your local mini market or a wholesale store like Costco, or BJ's, one thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107204755258214349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=107204755258214349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107204755258214349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107204755258214349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/12/d-so-it-was-first-time-to-see-such.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107170933310025440</id><published>2003-12-17T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T11:17:17.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D E C17      Time Flies in December  Before you know it, it will be yet another countdown to a new year all over again  whether you are ready or not.Is it just me or it feels like it was only yesterday we were anticipating the new millennium. I could have sworn the last time I saw the calendar, it said the first of December. Now? It is eight days to Christmas, fifteen to a new year. Should we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107170933310025440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107170933310025440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/12/d-17-time-flies-in-december-before-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-107040872055296243</id><published>2003-12-04T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T21:53:30.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D E C04      Holidays and Socialization  As we are approaching to yet another year-end, there are holidays after holidays, after holidays.Whether it is Eid al-Fitr, New Year's Eve or Day, Christmas, Chinese New Year, Thanksgiving, Easter, Fourth of July, Mother's Day, Father's Day, Hannukah, Rosh Hashanah, Kwanzaa, Diwali  we have not even mentioned other important days like anniversary or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107040872055296243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=107040872055296243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107040872055296243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/107040872055296243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/12/d-question.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106952114124252746</id><published>2003-11-22T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T19:23:41.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N O V22      Airline Meals  There is an airline, there is a meal. But when you decide to get on board, the meal might not necessarily be there for you.Whether it is a one-hour flight or one-day flight, something that is always there is airline meal. A simple standard when it comes to the meal is either a snack for a short flight or a real meal for a longer flight.In order to cut cost, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106952114124252746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=106952114124252746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106952114124252746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106952114124252746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/11/ncredit-pictures-airline-meals.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106916986678001132</id><published>2003-11-18T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T17:29:19.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N O V18      Men And Women: An Overview  Intrigued by a recent post on Richoz's site, retaliation is the word today. Whether men are really from Mars and women are from Venus.Note: This overview is simply a respond to the above-mentioned post. No part of this is meant to be used against it. Do have an open mind before continuing reading it.On Toilet SeatIf you try hard enough, you can take a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106916986678001132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=106916986678001132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106916986678001132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106916986678001132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/11/ns-all-for-sake-of-your-health.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106899598152687401</id><published>2003-11-16T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T14:04:39.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N O V16      When In Doubt, Get New Appliances  There is something about new appliances that a discussion on either getting new ones or keeping the old ones can be unresolvable.Reminiscing College time, when the three of us decided to rent this house in Cremorne. It was a three-bedroom house with a huge backyard. When we first saw it, the lawn was fully covered with tall grass. As we went into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106899598152687401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=106899598152687401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106899598152687401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106899598152687401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/11/nve-gotta-do.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106865077039452702</id><published>2003-11-12T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T09:02:46.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N O V12      What A Small World!  Here is the thing with living in this world. There are events after events that make you think, are we all connected for some reason?Wherever you live, chances are you know people that know your friends that are related to your relatives that tell you they know them and so on. Are you with me?In Singapore, I used to date this guy  with me, in Singapore and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106865077039452702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=106865077039452702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106865077039452702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106865077039452702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/11/n-still-do.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106856197477355665</id><published>2003-11-11T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T11:12:33.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N O V11      Greeting Cards and Me  Sometimes I wonder if it is a disease  a contagious disease. No, no  a incurable contagious everlasting disease. Wonder if you have it, too?With the Holiday season coming up, I am back to my seasonal activities. Browsing shops, searching for the right ones, purchasing them and mailing them at the end. What am I talking about? The greeting cards!A close </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106856197477355665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106856197477355665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/11/n-11-greeting-cards-and-me-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-10683071228960458</id><published>2003-11-08T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T11:10:06.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N O V08      Weblog  A Perspective  Who am I to judge? But then some blogs simply push my buttons  buttons of being critical and judgmental. Here is one perspective.The idea of being able to write an online journal is fabulous because1) you get to write whatever you want to write (even the food that you ate that day) at the convenience of your own and 2) you do not need any traditional </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/10683071228960458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/10683071228960458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/11/n-08-weblog-perspective-who-am-i-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106798208530702716</id><published>2003-11-07T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T11:49:25.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N O V07      No, You Didn’t!  There are events in our lives that when you think back or tell someone what you did, one line comes up “No, you didn’t!”.I don’t know about you but there are a lot of times when I look back, I just have to do Homer Simpson's version of “Don’t!”. It doesn’t happen all the time, but it happens. Here are a few of those special events.It was another late night. No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106798208530702716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=106798208530702716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106798208530702716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106798208530702716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/11/nt-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106761431166722094</id><published>2003-10-31T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T10:51:09.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T31      Trick or Treat?  Whether you celebrate Halloween or not, it is always a good idea to share a scary story or two. Here then, a way to get freaked outThe TenementI moved to New York City and I rode the subway, every day, between an office in Midtown and my second-floor apartment in Spanish Harlem that shared an alley with a storefront Baptist church. I didn’t make enough to go out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106761431166722094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=106761431166722094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106761431166722094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106761431166722094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-as-my-eyes-adjusted-i-saw-who-they.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106752896840607818</id><published>2003-10-30T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T11:04:53.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T30      The Art of Matchmaking  Have you been set up by someone performing as a matchmaker? Have you ever played matchmaking for somebody? Does matchmaking really work?Matchmaking, by far, is one of the most efficient tools in getting two people together. Whether they end up being together forever, it is a different issue. The hard part is to set them up.Living in a big city like New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106752896840607818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106752896840607818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-30-art-of-matchmaking-have-you-been.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106744197830830719</id><published>2003-10-29T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T11:02:46.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T29      Jane’s Addiction  Everybody has their own deep dark addictions. Are they bothering you or people around you? Are they that bad? Would you admit to having them?It is only human to have certain addictions in life. Addiction does not equal habit. For instance, smoking is an addiction, not a habit. According to the Thesaurus, “habit” as synonymous with inclination, tendency, routine, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106744197830830719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106744197830830719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-29-jane-addiction-everybody-has-their.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-106736274061774604</id><published>2003-10-28T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T12:39:01.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T28      For A Better Life  As an immigrant, are you often asked what the reasons why you moved to another country. Why would you pack your stuff and leave your life back home?When a person decides to migrate to another country, there is quite a list to contemplate whether the final decision would be good or not. Starting from whether the person is ready for a whole new environment, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106736274061774604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=106736274061774604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106736274061774604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/106736274061774604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-not-as-small-as-deciding-what-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393331944446982</id><published>2003-10-23T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T19:08:39.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 23      Make A GuessSo I was walking down 34th street during lunch time. I saw these two pictures below on my way to K-mart to check things out. Surprisingly, anyone would go there to do checking-out. Can you make a guess what brand/product these two pictures represent? No prize at the end. However, there is always a pat on the back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393331944446982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393331944446982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393331944446982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393331944446982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-23-make-guess-so-i-was-walking-down.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393322111549797</id><published>2003-10-21T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T19:07:01.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 21      Got Dishes?If you are like me, daily-chores play quite big roles in life. Starting from laundry, vacuuming, table-wiping, scrubbing the bathroom tiles, watering the plants, cooking and not to mention, washing dishes.Some might find cooking as a tough time. But, nothing can beat the after-effect of the whole cooking process. I am talking about leftovers, grease, mess, smell and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393322111549797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393322111549797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393322111549797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393322111549797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-21-got-dishes-if-you-are-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393261149413172</id><published>2003-10-19T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:56:51.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 19      A Week Wrap-upIt all started from Monday (10/13), Columbus Day. Time for a parade! When everyone seemed to have to go to work, there we were on Fifth Avenue, standing behind the fence, being part of the crowd, looking for the parade contingents. It was a nice day out. The day before, there was a Hispanic Day parade on the same avenue. Too bad, they did not have as fabulous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393261149413172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393261149413172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393261149413172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393261149413172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-19-week-wrap-up-it-all-started-from.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393239759757165</id><published>2003-10-17T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:53:17.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 17      There Is Always Next YearBeing a fan of infamous sports teams can be very stressful.From the beginning of the 2003 season, it was very upsetting to see one of my favorite baseball teams, the New York Metropolitan (the NY Mets in short) lost one game after another. The 1962 Mets was announced as the team with the worst record in Baseball for wins and losses (40-120).It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393239759757165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393239759757165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393239759757165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393239759757165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-17-there-is-always-next-year-being.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393226169398206</id><published>2003-10-15T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:51:01.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 15      Boys Who Meet Boys, Girls Who Meet GirlsThe recent same-sex/homosexual marriage has been on the spotlight in the US and Canada. While it was granted in July this year and recognized by Supreme Court of Canada, it is still not legally permitted in the US. Only one state in the US provides civil unions, that is Vermont. A civil union means allowing homosexual couples access to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393226169398206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393226169398206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393226169398206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393226169398206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-15-boys-who-meet-boys-girls-who-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393209417931774</id><published>2003-10-11T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:48:14.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 11      Food TripSo we decided to go to Grimaldi’s for dinner.Day and time of trip: Saturday, 7:35 PMPost-meal Events: Admiring the Brooklyn BridgeWeather: Clear, 68°Pizza Ordered: 1 Large plainBeverages: Peroni Italian beerCosts: $18 for a large pie, $4 per drinkThe first time I heard of this place, a client told me about it. I knew from a long time ago that she owned a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393209417931774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393209417931774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393209417931774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393209417931774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-11-food-trip-so-we-decided-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393188178844853</id><published>2003-10-09T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:44:41.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 09      SmileIt was quite a ride to Manhattan. Right between Roosevelt Island and Lex, there was a voice coming out of a man, asking people for money (obviously), if not, a smile (what?!). At first we thought he must have been crazy to think that we could grab some change out of our pockets and hand it to him, in such a crowd subway car. Good enough we did not mind him.But then, as he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393188178844853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393188178844853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393188178844853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393188178844853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-09-smile-it-was-quite-ride-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393174573861298</id><published>2003-10-08T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:42:25.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 08      Is This News?There have been so many things going on, I just cannot resist taking a few notes. Here we go.He is back! Bigger than ever. He might have a few scandals. He might have caused controversy on Nazi issue. He might have groped a few women on the movie sets. He might not have had any political experience before. He might not have had voted enough to take a governmental </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393174573861298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393174573861298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393174573861298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393174573861298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-08-is-this-news-there-have-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393160083961684</id><published>2003-10-05T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:40:00.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 05      Laundry TalkIf you live in an apartment building or a co-op* in my case, whether you like it or not, you have to share a laundry room with other people. One of the reasons why I am in love with my co-op* is because the laundry room is neat and clean. On top of that, it is cheap! The small machine costs US$1. The big one is US$1.50. What a bargain! With those price tags, I can do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393160083961684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393160083961684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393160083961684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393160083961684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-05-laundry-talk-if-you-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393141899540242</id><published>2003-10-03T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:36:58.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 03      Makan TimeWalking down streets in New York City, you cannot get away from sights of street vendors. Fruit, hot dog or the popular pretzel vendors. They are all over the city. The latest ones are the lunch vendors. They are everywhere in Manhattan, where most major businesses are. They vary from Kebabs, BBQs, hot/cold sandwiches, Teriyaki meats. The prices are not too bad. They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393141899540242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393141899540242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393141899540242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393141899540242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-03-makan-time-walking-down-streets-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393124177690958</id><published>2003-10-01T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:34:01.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O C T 01      Older Women, Younger MenIf you were a 45-year-old woman, would you date a 25-year-old man? If you were a 20-something man, would you date a 50-something woman? Does age matter as far as relationship is concerned?There was once a disturbing fact of older men dating much younger women or worse, girls. Someone like Anna Nicole Smith who was married to a 90-year-old oil tycoon, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393124177690958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393124177690958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393124177690958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393124177690958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-01-older-women-younger-men-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393108853381395</id><published>2003-09-29T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:31:28.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 29      Little TalkHere is a very familiar dialogue.Him :   “Hi, how are you?”Her :   “Fine, and you?”Him :   “I’m okay. What are you up to?”Her :   “Nothing. How about you?”Him :   “Nothing much. What’s going on?”Small talks like that can go on forever. But is it necessary? I mean, really, does anybody have to go on with small talks like that forever?Small talks are means for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393108853381395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393108853381395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393108853381395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393108853381395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/09/s-29-little-talk-here-is-very-familiar.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110393080885998027</id><published>2003-09-27T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:26:48.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 27      Reality ShowCall me a schmuck but I am one of the very few people who has been following the TV show called Paradise Hotel. The show itself has not been getting any public attention, be it in a gossip column nor a newspaper article. Very sad fact. Some say it is because the show is totally set up by the producer hence no reality whatsoever involved. Why is it categorized as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110393080885998027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110393080885998027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393080885998027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110393080885998027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/09/s-27-reality-show-call-me-schmuck-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110392985777644803</id><published>2003-09-25T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:23:27.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 25      Dave Matthews Band in Central ParkWhen we arrived at the 68th street subway stop, it was so packed there was a long wait just to get out of the station. Then we walked a few blocks toward the park at the appointed entrance that was the 72nd street, the whole stretch of both East side and West side along Central Park was closed, instead filled with people who were going toward the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110392985777644803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110392985777644803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392985777644803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392985777644803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/09/s-25-dave-matthews-band-in-central-park.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110392795034708599</id><published>2003-09-18T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T17:39:10.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 18      Here Comes Isabel!Hurricane Isabel might still be a Category 2, with 100 mph winds as we speak, but the impact is still there. The latest news as of this morning, Isabel moved into North Carolina and Virginia shorelines.Hang in there, we will survive. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110392795034708599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110392795034708599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392795034708599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392795034708599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/09/s-18-here-comes-isabel-hurricane-isabel.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110392908381819505</id><published>2003-09-17T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T17:58:03.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 17      Show Me The MoneyA man in North Carolina wanted by the Police for a bogus $200 bill. He handed the bill at a Food Lion grocery store for his groceries that were worth $150. The man walked out with the groceries and $50 in change.The bogus bill (the U.S. Mint does not print a $200 bill) bore the image of President George W. Bush and White House on the back. It also bore slogans </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110392908381819505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110392908381819505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392908381819505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392908381819505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/09/s-17-show-me-money-man-in-north.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110392786326264519</id><published>2003-09-16T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T17:37:43.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 16      You Gotta Be In It To Win ItGoing online (an actual people line), during lunch time was not a bad idea after all. Today as I was walking toward Grand Central, passing by Bryant Park, there was a big crowd of Fashionistas. It was part of the Fashion Week. There was a huge tent to accommodate the fashion show. However, public could not get in; it was “by invitation only”. So I, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110392786326264519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110392786326264519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392786326264519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392786326264519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/09/s-16-you-gotta-be-in-it-to-win-it-going.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986548.post-110392744645573637</id><published>2003-09-15T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T17:30:46.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S E P 15      Spare Your 18thAgain, for you New Yorkers who have nothing on your agenda for this Thursday — I repeat, this Thursday (Thanks, Aaron) — Happy Hour is in town. This event is being held by Gothamist and 601am.They held it last year too. It was apparently a big success hence the second time for Happy Hour.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110392744645573637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986548&amp;postID=110392744645573637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392744645573637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986548/posts/default/110392744645573637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linaweblog.blogspot.com/2003/09/s-15-spare-your-18th-again-for-you-new.html' title=''/><author><name>lina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/si_lina/multiply.txt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
