<?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-5743271</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:25:04.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>529</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4622199764228972725</id><published>2009-01-07T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:19:31.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The one for the new yearIn line with a fresh start for the new year, the blog has moved.http://janeconfessions.blogspot.comSee you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4622199764228972725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4622199764228972725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4622199764228972725' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-450088380405417236</id><published>2008-11-25T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:51:56.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One after Long TimeVery interesting scenario. Picture this.Subject: Typical Singaporean family. (Or are they?)Issue: University student having to pay for meals and school stuff VS. Typical Singaporean family. $350 tuition fee.Said family lives in a condominium, has a dog and a pampered kid. All in all, there should be at LEAST a comfortable amount of money in this family.First, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/450088380405417236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/450088380405417236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#450088380405417236' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4672001769228937486</id><published>2008-08-23T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:15:18.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The one about The Fat Ladyyou'd think three years make you none the wiser. that you forge lasting memories that leave tracks. then you turn around and realize the trail moved on without you. plans that inadvertently leave you behind.so what exactly happened? at which point did you miss the train? or was there even a faint notification of its arrival?is it just you and your silly little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4672001769228937486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4672001769228937486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4672001769228937486' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6187199659865167401</id><published>2008-08-13T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:05:33.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Things People DoFunny the things people do to present a good image of themselves. Guess we can't really fault anyone when they commit such acts, it's all in the name of good reputation is it not?What stuns me is how low some stoop to create that virtuous image. Guess the spirit of Olympics is pretty much lost by now. If not in the games, definitely in the opening ceremony.http://</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6187199659865167401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6187199659865167401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#6187199659865167401' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5348657320498931817</id><published>2008-07-26T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:27:42.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One Back HomeNew York was a strange strange place. well not all that strange considering it feels about the same as Singapore. Just busier streets, crowdier sidewalks, noisier crowds, and much more bustling subways. Getting around in New York is simple thanks to the grid system, but so darn messy thanks to the throngs of people. It's loud, unkind, and very much madness.The other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5348657320498931817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5348657320498931817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5348657320498931817' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6603747572078754699</id><published>2008-07-20T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:56:56.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One in New YorkHands touch, eyes meetSudden silence, sudden heatHearts leap in a giddy whirlHe could be that boyBut I'm not that girl Don't dream too farDon't lose sight of who you areDon't remember that rush of joyHe could be that boyI'm not that girl Ev'ry so often we long to stealTo the land of what-might-have-beenBut that doesn't soften the ache we feelWhen reality sets back in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6603747572078754699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6603747572078754699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6603747572078754699' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6097178433262120867</id><published>2008-07-02T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:20:15.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Of Skins and InspirationsTop things to do when craving a new perspective of the craziness that is Life1. Search randomly for interesting, rare finds through Google   http://www.blog.spoongraphics.co.uk/ - graphic designs galore   http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/top10/0,30576,1686204,00.html - what better         way to prepare for the end of 2008 by reviewing 2007 in top ten list </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6097178433262120867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6097178433262120867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6097178433262120867' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-9220671562013298288</id><published>2008-06-23T14:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:52:47.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Rationalizing with MyselfIt's funny how things sometimes happen, and you lose all track of it. You don't really know what happened along the way, you don't really know what it is, you don't even have any idea if it even makes sense. The only thing you know is that feeling right there in the chest. The ache that refuses to stop. But you have no idea where it came from, how it came about, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/9220671562013298288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/9220671562013298288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#9220671562013298288' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-455460107389461725</id><published>2008-06-12T12:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:47:12.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - It's been a while...so it's been a while since i last properly blogged. extreme mundanity tends to drive one to start chronicling life events on blog. or terrific inspiration and insight. but that's not the case here.so it's day i-can't-remember at internship. to give it credit, this internship has fabulous goals and ideals. to give people an opportunity to explore a very commendable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/455460107389461725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/455460107389461725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#455460107389461725' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-8983446303937106726</id><published>2008-05-29T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:07:08.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Returnthere's some profound effect of going overseas for a week and then returning to a place completely different from where you've been. the language, the environment, the weather, the people, the culture, the food, almost everything you can think of. the endless rides on the tour bus with you listening to roadtrip tunes and staring out into the surroundings whizzing by in a blur. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8983446303937106726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8983446303937106726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8983446303937106726' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-196883726831813959</id><published>2008-05-18T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:22:38.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One before I goAll my bags are packed, I'm ready to go,I'm standing here outside your door,I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.But the dawn is breakin',It's early morn,The taxi's waitin'He's blowin' his horn,Already I'm so lonesome I could die.So kiss me and smile for me,Tell me that you'll wait for me,Hold me like you'll never let me go.'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane,Don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/196883726831813959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/196883726831813959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#196883726831813959' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-1898559447472490615</id><published>2008-04-28T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:46:27.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Week before the 21stFirst installments of the birthday (courtesy of darsbars).cupcake dress (not kidding. the tag says it's a cupcake dress. hurhur)cupcake dress from The Trunkshop.swanky sweater (one to bring with me everywhere =]).sweater from EDC by Esprit.Ipanema slippers.Dinner with 2-10ers at Tea Cosy, 10 May (eclectic lil corner. can't wait.)and so the anticipation begins. well,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1898559447472490615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1898559447472490615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1898559447472490615' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-3100463388587572473</id><published>2008-03-25T16:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:45:48.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The (Awaited) HolidayFor the first time in ages, I can't wait for the holidays to come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3100463388587572473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3100463388587572473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3100463388587572473' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-3868918273199407538</id><published>2008-03-17T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:20:54.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyday I sit here waitingEveryday just seems so longAnd now we've had enough of all the hatingDo we even care, it's so unfairAny day it'll all be overEveryday there's nothing newAnd I'm just trying to find some hopeTo try to hold ontoBut it starts againIt'll never endI'm heavily brokenAnd I don't know what to doCan't you see that I'm chokingAnd I can't even moveWhen there's nothing left to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3868918273199407538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3868918273199407538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3868918273199407538' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4900238899118522745</id><published>2008-02-16T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:39:58.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Reminisce Timesthere's something about walking around on your own or spending time alone. being absolutely determined to get a haircut so much so that you end up in ezycuts, spending the next 20 minutes of your life finding out more about the life of a complete stranger. and it was nice. being motivated enough to come down to school ahead of class time on a weekend, and then sitting in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4900238899118522745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4900238899118522745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4900238899118522745' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-1891333101235681805</id><published>2008-02-12T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:33:45.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - As Discovered in the LibraryMingde is a genius. Well, I would think guys would think he is. Girls... maybe not. But here's an idea for those who wanna ask a girl out (since valentine's around the corner and all), but are afraid that they might have asked a tad too late (fyi, when asking a girl out, never ask too late. it makes her feel... like she was a backup plan).Setting: Library, 12 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1891333101235681805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1891333101235681805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1891333101235681805' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-7841709149731861325</id><published>2008-02-06T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:02:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - She just needs someone to take her home...She loves her momma's lemonadeHates the sounds that goodbyes makeShe prays one day she'll find someone to need herShe swears that there's no difference between the lies and complimentsIt's all the same if everybody leaves herAnd every magazine tells her she's not good enoughThe pictures that she sees make her cryShe would change everything, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7841709149731861325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7841709149731861325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7841709149731861325' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5343836490794986292</id><published>2008-01-29T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:22:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One Urban Legends are made of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5343836490794986292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5343836490794986292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5343836490794986292' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-3659858600137412442</id><published>2008-01-10T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:37:58.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Go On GirlI'll be fine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3659858600137412442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3659858600137412442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3659858600137412442' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5576706055524935597</id><published>2007-12-27T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:10:00.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Holiday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5576706055524935597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5576706055524935597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5576706055524935597' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-3311991750727434970</id><published>2007-12-21T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:24:54.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Holeso just to recap on what's been going on.15 Dec - Virtuoso. Singing competition organized by SMU MIC (music interactive club). this year it was opened to other tertiary institutions. so we had contestants from NTU, NUS, SIM, and even some NS guys. took part in the group category with Joel after much pressure from Mr. Marcus "the sponsor". we got 2nd place.guess there's really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3311991750727434970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3311991750727434970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3311991750727434970' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-8826744119487699291</id><published>2007-11-30T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:50:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Messed Up periodthings haven't been going too well. but they seem like they're gonna pick up soon...found out that 2 friends were supposed to go on the dragonboat. really glad that they're still around. yet worried for them because of the tough times they have to deal with. been talking a bit to brother bear. not too sure how to help him feel better, doubt i can, but dude, i'm always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8826744119487699291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8826744119487699291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8826744119487699291' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6971976633021765100</id><published>2007-11-22T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:05:42.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>是我想太多你总这样说但你却没有真的心疼我是我想太多我也这样说这是唯一能安慰我的理由我想我没有错怪了什么虽然你不说或许错在我太晚我才懂爱了你太多是我想太多你总这样说但你却没有真的心疼我是我想太多我也这样说这是唯一能安慰我的理由</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6971976633021765100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6971976633021765100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6971976633021765100' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2608390511865788164</id><published>2007-11-02T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:03:13.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Suddenly I SeeThe scenery outside the library, the green, the people walking around, my study buddy sitting across from me.The music that I've lost touched with since a long time ago. Music that used to fuel the mind.What I've been doing all this time.The guy next to us on the other table, who constantly checks in our direction. Either he's interested in Jasbir, our laptops, my spongebob </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2608390511865788164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2608390511865788164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2608390511865788164' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-1071376504499215225</id><published>2007-10-26T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:17:16.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Full Circlethink it's been a funny few months. felt like the longest i have ever been through. and much schitze has happened. let's recount (it's 2am and i can't sleep anyways =P).1. breakupslots of people around me started breaking up. and most of them those who were in a relationship supposedly headed for the long-haul. 3-5year relationships all gone down the drain. it's sad just to hear</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1071376504499215225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1071376504499215225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1071376504499215225' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-7230103378126078054</id><published>2007-10-25T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:18:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The New LookFor some reason, the new look is best viewed with Mozilla Firefox. So if you're vaguely interested, go get it online. Free download. www.mozilla.comFirefox's been the better choice ever since IE started crashing on me. If your IE has been failing you, go get Firefox.As obvious as it can be, I have nothing to write about. Thus explaining the monologue on Firefox. haha... okay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7230103378126078054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7230103378126078054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7230103378126078054' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-7311875478554679969</id><published>2007-10-09T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:40:22.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Random Listit's the proverbial term break once again. the one that doesn't actually allow you much of a breather. but well, it's way better than nothing. it's been especially different this time round. the term break seems to really be one. no plans to go back to school for meetings, a great amount of inertia to get any work done, and just a general laziness.this time round, there's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7311875478554679969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7311875478554679969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7311875478554679969' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-3369987414168136517</id><published>2007-09-25T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:55:45.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog – Cognitive Dissonance    It’s been an interesting few weeks. It’s been an interesting few classes. Well, maybe just one. Social Psychology today. Cognitive Dissonance. Not making sense? Here we go…    Cognitive Dissonance – when an individual experiences conflict between behavior and attitude. What you believe should influence how you behave. Cognitive dissonance is when this isn’t the case</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3369987414168136517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3369987414168136517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3369987414168136517' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2913053308855446914</id><published>2007-09-08T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:02:26.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Those Sweet WordsWise Man once said,"Good things will happen."K.I.S.S. epitomized. keeping it short, but yet having so much in that one succinct sentence.Sometimes, you just let whatever comes come, and "feeeeeeellllll". "Even if it means I'm lying to myself, it makes life easier doesn't it?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2913053308855446914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2913053308855446914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2913053308855446914' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4489177883065598625</id><published>2007-09-03T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:44:39.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how do you describe the endlessness when it feels like the hole just keeps getting deeper?how do you describe the helplessness when gravity refuses to cut some slack and the plunging just doesn't end?how do you describe feeling every single line in a melancholic tune bearing no words or sentences?how do you describe the pain of knowing that neglect comes because one allows it?how do you describe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4489177883065598625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4489177883065598625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4489177883065598625' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-7716747832179235019</id><published>2007-08-27T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:09:52.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The 500th Postyes i know. i don't blog a lot. it's been around 4 years and it's only the 500th post. but oh well. milestone =Pschool's started. it's been a week since the first day of school. things feel slightly different now, being a year 2 and all. watching the freshmen prance around school, one wonders if we were ever like them. equally as lost, perhaps. trying to find yourself a place</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7716747832179235019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7716747832179235019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7716747832179235019' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-137367136040497999</id><published>2007-08-23T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:48:04.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."-Mark Twainlet's hope this works for all situations.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/137367136040497999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/137367136040497999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#137367136040497999' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-1784260955442380989</id><published>2007-08-13T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:35:31.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Wishlistgives wishlists a whole new meaning...1. let go.2. breathe.3. be still.sucks when it's on the way down. but once u reach it, it's worth it. so just hang in there while the lift descends =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1784260955442380989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1784260955442380989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1784260955442380989' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6397742493135091081</id><published>2007-08-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:48:59.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The ChauffeurCongratulations Mr Tan "Monkeybutt" Chin Hoe!!!After 5 months of sweat and tears...5 months of training hasn't been in vain. The job you've been so looking forward to can finally begin. First task: Designated Driver for Supper @ Chomp Chomp.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Happy Boy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6397742493135091081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6397742493135091081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6397742493135091081' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4799315878966948730</id><published>2007-08-05T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:10:39.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - National Dayit's all about national day. it's real nice. a very unique experience. sorry if this sounds a tad too patriotic. haha... NDP's just real fun to be a part of. it's real different this year. maybe it's got something to do with the fact that it's so near the waters this year. there's something about water that charms.hormat paji paji.donut manoeuvre.xin.the gang.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4799315878966948730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4799315878966948730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4799315878966948730' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4408444509974300725</id><published>2007-07-30T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:54:46.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One About NDPthere's something nice about this year's NDP. either that, or it's just cuz i'm involved, so it feels different. after 20 years of not paying much attention to NDP, not even watching the shows on tv, having the opportunity to catch the show over and over again from NE Show 0 to NDP Preview has been a feat. 10 more days and it's the actual thing. the real deal. no more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4408444509974300725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4408444509974300725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4408444509974300725' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2755556485261311600</id><published>2007-07-16T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:42:10.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Times like Theseat times like these, one wishes life was the way it was. school, activities, performances. busy. having to stay in school till late at night to practise for upcoming shows. having to camp in a study room for projects and tests. times when thoughts were occupied.at times like these, one looks back and wonders if there were any regrets. and i wouldn't wish regret on anyone. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2755556485261311600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2755556485261311600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2755556485261311600' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2128387989190301397</id><published>2007-07-01T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:04:00.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Sunday Morningthe first sunday after a long line of sundays. spent alone. a relaxed, very relaxed day.nothing good's on tv. nothing much happening online. feels strangely like a day in the office. haha...james' having SAF day parade today. probably marching his lungs out right now or something. but i have to say, the Number 1 looks pretty good. would look even better if the pants weren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2128387989190301397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2128387989190301397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2128387989190301397' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-1818835573077215215</id><published>2007-06-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:18:48.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Island CreameryName: Reverso DollBirthdate: release of 'A's resultsCreators: sadoranggoldenappl &amp; sadoranggoldenmuffinName: Mr SmileyBirthdate: 28 June 2007Creators: londonfrenchappl &amp; smoostudmuffinlondonfrenchapplTHE OLDclass benches.central plaza.THE NEWsecurity camera.loud-hailer.HCI dustbin.Name: Mr Smiley (2007 - 2007)You will be dearly missed...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1818835573077215215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1818835573077215215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1818835573077215215' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5255332846758521092</id><published>2007-06-27T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:19:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Random-nesswoke up a tad too early. work's at 12pm, and the boss's not in. well, not my direct boss anyways. think the big boss is probably still in. so much for freedom and slackerhood. may work be kind.emcee auditions for Convocation'07. SMU's big event for all freshmen. something like a graduation ceremony, but it's initiation instead. it's been a big hooha. about every emcee in BE has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5255332846758521092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5255332846758521092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5255332846758521092' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-8665196686078128938</id><published>2007-06-26T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T02:05:06.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Return of the Jedihahaha... okay totally being lame here. after 10 months, she's back. hair snipped to one side, a slight (and by slight, i really do mean SLIGHT) hint of femininity, and the ever-present hairband. the woman strikes back.back then, when we were young.all grown up. with more to go. wrinkles, here we come =P notice the two "intruders" at the back of the picture. we have new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8665196686078128938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8665196686078128938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8665196686078128938' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-8122647389962293640</id><published>2007-06-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:25:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Kui Shin Bothe eating place.good boy.good boy gone bad.mr smiley.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8122647389962293640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8122647389962293640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8122647389962293640' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-1934724523020867483</id><published>2007-06-19T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:59:14.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One on Birthdayshappy 18th to my dear girl. not anywhere as cute, but definitely charming. hahaha... take care in indon girly =)happy 20th to a silly pig of a nut. or nut of a pig. definitely not as cute as the picture. not kidding. the picture is much cuter. hahaha =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1934724523020867483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1934724523020867483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1934724523020867483' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-3571189863887615498</id><published>2007-06-18T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:08:12.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One back at Changisundays are rest days. everyone should stick to that rule. back at changi for a brief stopover, i found that the canteen was finally open again. haven't been able to get sadorang and i's meehoonkway for a while. was closed for renovation. it's open now. and seeing the place, i felt an urge to take pictures for sadorang to see. so here goes nothing. SADORANG! not sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3571189863887615498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/3571189863887615498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3571189863887615498' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-1590556012023380991</id><published>2007-06-16T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:48:49.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Crazy Monththis holidays hasn't been packed. just comfortably managed. it's work, BE and facilitating the NDP bay ambassadors from R3 on weekdays, and ambassadors' training on weekends. come end of june, there'll be Dominoes for Dreams.corduroy &amp; finch has good food. it's located at sixth avenue, along the road that leads down from HCJC, right before you take a turn into sixth avenue, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1590556012023380991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1590556012023380991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1590556012023380991' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-8086156277347147632</id><published>2007-06-07T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:05:13.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The smell of your skin lingers on me nowYou're probably on your flight back to your home townI need some shelter of my own protection babyTo be with myself and center, clarityPeace, SerenityI hope you know, I hope you knowThat this has nothing to do with youIt's personal, myself and IWe've got some straightenin' out to doAnd I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanketBut I've got to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8086156277347147632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8086156277347147632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8086156277347147632' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4101763030109840622</id><published>2007-06-05T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:56:22.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One that crashed the Blogthe last entry was too "gargantua". when viewed with firefox, the blog looked like crap. a few afterthoughts...1. boys will be boys. and pretty amusing ones, at that. when guys get together and do what they love, they are a pretty good form of entertainment. just watching these bunch play basketball tickled me pink. it's also pretty sweet (i know, what a gay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4101763030109840622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4101763030109840622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4101763030109840622' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5105266068805572427</id><published>2007-05-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:21:45.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Friends' Day Outcake day with nise, nid and jase gabe. been a while since i've seen these lovely people. nise finally brought us to the pasta place that she has been raving about. Ambush. turns out it's one of the stalls located at the back of the whole line of foodstalls in the basement of ngeeann city. i finally got to try eating there. it's not too bad. not as crowded as the food court.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5105266068805572427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5105266068805572427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5105266068805572427' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-9213253903014691157</id><published>2007-05-10T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:01:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Personality Test (and scarily accurate)ESFJ (extraverted, sensing, feeling, judging) - The HelperESFJs are helpful people who place a high value on harmony. Paying close attention to people's needs and wants, they work well with others to complete tasks in a timely and accurate way. ESFJs follow through on their commitments. They like closure and prefer structured, organized situations</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/9213253903014691157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/9213253903014691157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#9213253903014691157' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4497809423758416104</id><published>2007-05-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:26:37.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Birthday (4th edition)okay i swear this is the last installment.boardgames with the SS peeps. strangely enough, no pictures were taken of the games and the proceedings. guess we were all too engrossed in playing. Munchkin and Turn the Tide are nice games. especially Munchkin. completely mind-baffling. shall go give it a try another time. i promise myself i will not let the guys thrash </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4497809423758416104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4497809423758416104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4497809423758416104' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2843049679175134465</id><published>2007-05-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:53:27.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Birthday (3rd edition)hahaha... i know. in nida's words: "talk about multiple celebrations".went shopping with ruyin in the afternoon. haven't been out doing proper shopping with that girl in ages. was cool to do it again. bought two tops, and lots of inner beauty. so did ruyin. hahaha... who knew inner beauty shopping could be so fun.seoul garden with the 210 girls - wenling, amy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2843049679175134465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2843049679175134465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2843049679175134465' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2029458158126147727</id><published>2007-05-07T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:14:02.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Birthday (2nd edition)5 may: zebivinger catch up. haven't seen idiot zebi in ages. and we decided to finally meet up over a cup of good ol starbucks@rafflescity. and zebi treated!!! with his ever usual strange taste (haha okay kidding. his taste is pretty good. nice girlfriend, great friends. and i mean GREAT friends. hahahaha =P), zebi ordered the green tea frappe. which tastes kinda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2029458158126147727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2029458158126147727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2029458158126147727' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2703261801946396703</id><published>2007-05-05T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:55:59.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Birthday2 days after. it's been a good one. not mindblowing, but definitely something.coming home on 2 may (from work with a headache), i found a package laying on the table. inside was an album from leona naess, and a note that made me smile. thanks shahul. it's totally my kind of music, and it completely made my day.staying home on 2 may (missing my girl's birthday celebration and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2703261801946396703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2703261801946396703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2703261801946396703' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2836301212179966818</id><published>2007-05-02T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:46:36.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Accomplishmenttalk about tremendous efficiency. less than 4 hours into the working day and everything's been cleared. coming into the office and seeing that u have close to 30 unread mails in outlook is never good. considering those mails are all orders and inquiries. means 30 unanswered orders. means 30 people/agents waiting for brochures. means a shitload of stuff to pack. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2836301212179966818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2836301212179966818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2836301212179966818' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-164610062703727932</id><published>2007-05-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:18:22.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - the lame questionnairegot tagged by pan. here goes nothing.1. Where is your cell phone? table2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend? thoughtful3. Your hair? medium4. Your mother? independent5. Your father? laidback6. Your favourite item? mobile7. Your dream last night? none8. Your favourite drink? water9. Your dream car? hmm10. The room you are in? homey11. Your ex? none12. Your fear? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/164610062703727932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/164610062703727932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#164610062703727932' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-245439226583900260</id><published>2007-04-24T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:46:04.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Day Offself-declared day offs are fun. pity we can't do them all too often. after a crazy helluva monday in office (13 DHL boxes, average weight of 30kg each, countless DHL documents, sealing them till your fingers hurt from the peeling), one deserves a day off =P though my boss may not agree to that. results are streaming out one by one. one more grade to go and my GPA for the term </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/245439226583900260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/245439226583900260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#245439226583900260' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-7042080106479506111</id><published>2007-04-20T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:18:12.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Impossible Donei've done the impossible. packing 200kg worth of microwaveable boxes for the school in Switzerland into 24 DHL jumbo boxes. a task that seemed so freakdiculously daunting was done by 3pm. thanks for a colleague who helped carry the boxes from one end of the office to another so that i could pack them without having to walk to and fro myself. the world is filled with angels. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7042080106479506111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/7042080106479506111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7042080106479506111' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2404867993673571531</id><published>2007-04-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:28:48.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Addictionshit... i'm addicted to this celebrity lookalike thingamajig. as if my previous entry wasn't flooded enough with them, here's some more...cookie!!! gisele bundchen is appearing again!!! hahahaha... *laughs my ass off*congrats pig. u look like shuqi... haha =) guess you're pretty enough. and i look like shuqi too! *woot* we look alike. hahaha... shuqi again!! and you look like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2404867993673571531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2404867993673571531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2404867993673571531' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4384882004969865071</id><published>2007-04-19T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:09:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woah... who knew i looked like all these people... ann kok certainly pops up all over the place... and liu xiang too... and gisele bundchen! hahahahahaha like HELL i look like gisele. hahaha cookie, if u see this, you shall faint =Doh and pan! aung san syu chi! however u spell that... were u the one who always said i looked like her? hahahaha... faints.and i look like owen wilson when i stick out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4384882004969865071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4384882004969865071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4384882004969865071' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5584647574997763908</id><published>2007-04-19T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:30:43.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Lullso i've reached the lull. 1.5 hours into the day at work and there seems to be nothing left for me to do. IHTTI brochures are not in yet, so i can't pack any of the orders that require those. already packed all the orders for the other 2 schools. direct inquiries are answered too. clicking "send/receive" on microsoft outlook yields no new mail or orders. which is not necessarily a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5584647574997763908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5584647574997763908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5584647574997763908' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-2965222673328450870</id><published>2007-04-18T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:08:17.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - I don't know what I can save you fromit's discouraging when something so similar to what u have doesn't work out. makes u wonder just what makes a relationship work. is what u have now just gonna eventually end up fading away?but one never knows how things will turn out. and it seems as if we're not doing things justice when we stop moving cuz we're worried how the future might look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2965222673328450870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2965222673328450870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2965222673328450870' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4143104430953651221</id><published>2007-04-16T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:01:26.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - School's Out. Summer's In.the exams are finally over. results aside, all's well that ends well.school's out. work's in. the other girl in the logistics department (yes, the logistics department only has 2 people) went on a holiday for 2 weeks, so i'm taking over her shifts. which means i gotta work everyday instead of just twice a week. but well, it's the holidays and i'm not going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4143104430953651221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4143104430953651221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4143104430953651221' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4736081371946053430</id><published>2007-04-11T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:42:08.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's one thing to fall in loveBut another to make it lastI thought that we were just beginingAnd now you say we're in the pastLook me in the eyeAnd tell me we're really throughYou know it's one thing to say you love meBut another to mean it from the heartAnd if you don't intend to see it throughWhy did we ever startI wanna hear you tell meYou don't want my lovePut your hand on your heart and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4736081371946053430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4736081371946053430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4736081371946053430' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5261791986187611862</id><published>2007-04-10T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:08:48.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One in between Subjectscurrently transiting between subjects - Sociology and Social Science Research Methods. so before i plunge head-first into SSRM, let's put this precious lil head to good use before it gets permanently damaged by aforementioned subject. hahaha... lame. trying to sound deep and failing miserably. oh well. here goes..."Happiness is not the absence of conflict, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5261791986187611862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5261791986187611862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5261791986187611862' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-270733343835169034</id><published>2007-04-09T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:26:32.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - What happens when One gets Boredthey blog twice in a day. whereby the 2nd entry is completely made up of irrelevant and redundant online quiz results.You Are 4: The IndividualistYou are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.Totally expressive, others always know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/270733343835169034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/270733343835169034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#270733343835169034' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4536178008419879344</id><published>2007-04-09T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T10:54:25.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - PMS: 4PMS. otherwise known as Pathological Mugging Syndrome. everyone's under it now. muggin 24/7 in gsrs, the library, NSRs, SRs, classrooms, you name it, you'll find some mugger somewhere in it. 4 more days. and PMS shall blow over.then we can all go out and have fun without having to worry bout exams or books or mugging.not that i seem to have been worrying enough. hahahaha... guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4536178008419879344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4536178008419879344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4536178008419879344' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4149873591776068228</id><published>2007-04-05T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:56:59.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Random Errorpreceding title is inspired by (my excitement peaks as i'm about to type this) SSRM. Social Science Research Methods. yay. after countless hours of staring at the book, trying to absorb knowledge on random errors, probability sampling, ethical research, sampling variability and statistical measures (and that's the easier part of the course), i'm still stuck at chapter 7. and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4149873591776068228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4149873591776068228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4149873591776068228' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6802951049826191428</id><published>2007-04-03T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:20:17.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope my smilecan distract youI hope my fistscan fight for twoSo it never has to showAnd you’ll never knowI hope my lovecan blind youI hope my armscan bind youSo you’ll never have to seeWhat we’ve grown to beOne may thinkwe’re alrightBut we need pillsto sleep at nightWe need liesto make it through the dayWe’re not okayOne may thinkwe’re doing fineBut if I had to lay it on the lineWe’re losing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6802951049826191428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6802951049826191428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6802951049826191428' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6308422733100788047</id><published>2007-04-01T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:27:35.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Longest Bus Ridejourney to the north east. ten times worse than journey to the west. okay, maybe not. but bad enough for a westie like me. imagine taking a bus that u've been taking for ages, only that u now have to get down much later, at a stop that you've never seen before.only makes sense that u get down way too early due to unfamiliarity. note to self: when streetdirectory says </summary><link 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figure in your life won't reduce you to nothing but a sad empty shell cuz you've got an idea where you're heading. how to tell when you've reached the pinnacle of independence?1. you single-handedly pack close to 1000 brochures into packages, seal them, and enter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4169716400785470731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4169716400785470731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4169716400785470731' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5346717976530003060</id><published>2007-03-26T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:19:33.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm everythingYou never wantedWhy does it mean so much to you?I'm walking awayI'm not begging youTo please let me stayYou wanna take a pictureSo you'll rememberMe standing by this open doorDoes it make it better?If you tell yourselfI never wanted to goShould I say that we should still be friendsShould I cry, or should I just pretendThat it's killing me, and I don't want you to leaveShould I make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5346717976530003060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5346717976530003060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5346717976530003060' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6660068901909608490</id><published>2007-03-24T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:11:14.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One about Sudden Realizations1. that my handphone's not been on auto-on mode for the past few weeks. thus explainin why my alarm hasn't been goin off at the time i set it to. thus explainin why i've been waking up late, bolting around the house tryin to get myself ready, and ending up late for meetings/class. genius ann. genius.2. that one should never leave the stuff u bought at the </summary><link 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throughSome sort of window to your rightAs he goes left and you stay rightBetween the lines of fear and blameAnd you begin to wonder why you cameWhere did I go wrong, I lost a friendSomewhere along in the bitternessAnd I would have stayed up with you all nightHad I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4452235348323681383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4452235348323681383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4452235348323681383' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-145121034286854674</id><published>2007-03-20T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:53:03.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/145121034286854674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/145121034286854674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#145121034286854674' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5482459971840547471</id><published>2007-03-19T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:02:07.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a long wait at the gatejust to glimpse your fatejust to see whether it all works outIt's a long road, a heavy loadYou gotta really want to goand just let the others walk aroundyou nowup and down againbut this time it's differentit took some waiting to straightenout the bendIn and out of luckyeah at times it was difficultI got a new life maybeIt takes some getting used to but...No sign of any</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5482459971840547471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5482459971840547471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5482459971840547471' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6710661499376783203</id><published>2007-03-17T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:36:41.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ve been living with a shadow, over headI’ve been sleeping with a cloud, above my bedI’ve been lonely for so longTrapped in the past, I just can’t seem to move on I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams awayjust in case I ever need them again somedayI’ve been setting aside timeto clear a little space in the corners of my mind All I wanna do is find a way back into loveI can’t make it through </summary><link 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=Pchatted a lil with ruyin in the morning while i was goin crazy doin comms. was so nice talkin to her again. the phone call the previous night really cheered me up too =) thanks girl. i love you. you know how much =)Comms speech went pretty alright. managed to not screw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2248609124286033827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/2248609124286033827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2248609124286033827' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-8197322031043493242</id><published>2007-02-24T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:32:00.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One about Waikiki1. pushball. violent game. cuts, bruises, and bumps. not forgetting sprains. take care nise! tu amor =)2. slight tan. finally not a white chicken anymore. not for now. will probably become one again real soon.3. US marines go to Tanjong beach. not sure why, but they do. they also stop by and watch things like Mr and Ms Waikiki. don't know why, but they do.4. the US </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8197322031043493242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/8197322031043493242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8197322031043493242' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4563324689117353649</id><published>2007-02-14T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:27:21.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SSS Valentine's yesterday. had fun, huggin people and all. always nice to hang out with social science folks.Esplanade tonight. school later, to meet the gang to go for soundcheck.Esplanade tomorrow.LTB midterm paper friday. wonderful.on another note altogether, i finally got access to the studio! *wee*studio hangout, here i come.happy valentine's, everyone =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4563324689117353649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4563324689117353649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4563324689117353649' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4167577553204392056</id><published>2007-02-10T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:35:09.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One in GSR 3.18what happens on a day when you just don't feel like studyin anymore.zaki, the angry bitch.jasbir, bolat.andrew, pretty boy.one last look.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------what happens after the nervewrecking sociology paper...shopping, in school!the shoppers meet the ltb-ers.all in a day's work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4167577553204392056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4167577553204392056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4167577553204392056' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-4082008495749118067</id><published>2007-02-06T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:40:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stretched.might be the time to scrap some.may be the key to all this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4082008495749118067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/4082008495749118067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4082008495749118067' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5407500152633410696</id><published>2007-02-03T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:39:50.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our very own picture on Esplanade's poster. how cool is that. hahaha.here's the invitation to come down and watch me fumble over chinese songs.Date: 14 and 15 February 2007 (wednesday and thursday)Venue: Esplanade concourse (the area in Esplanade where they usually feature one major art display)Time: 7.30-8pm and 8.30-9pmOccasion: performing for Valentine's, also in line with the chinese festival</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5407500152633410696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5407500152633410696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5407500152633410696' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6124588742637702182</id><published>2007-01-31T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:57:01.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I've done1. injected myself with a tremendous dose of fun on friday for closing of SA week.2. rig the stage games segment during The Underground, causing jason gabe, zaki and weiquan to each get $20 fish &amp; co. vouchers (they are so bringing me to fish &amp; co. with them).3. hosted The Underground and totally killed my throat.4. practising for Valentine's for Social Science Society5. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6124588742637702182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6124588742637702182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6124588742637702182' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-1968974564751432042</id><published>2007-01-27T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:01:48.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - leftoversbroke a plate today. never attempt to wash the dishes when you're unstable. next thing you know, the plate meets the floor and there it goes. hahaha~next stop: cabinet. to get another one.guess mom left out some stuff. there it was, a small pack of pills, the coffee can, and a box of snacks. you always had the habit of keeping your foodstuff in the cabinet. your way of bein frugal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1968974564751432042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/1968974564751432042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1968974564751432042' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-5802343662684537420</id><published>2007-01-26T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:14:39.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One where it seems to have movedfor the first time in ages, i immersed myself in music for the entire day. there's been music on and off once a week, thanks to rehearsals for esplanade. but today was a day of music. from 3pm onwards. it was some sort of a relief. just busying with getting the keys right, feeling and transmitting the groove to the audience. entertaining the crowd the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5802343662684537420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/5802343662684537420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5802343662684537420' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-6951669307728975501</id><published>2007-01-24T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:10:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's October again, the leaves are comin downOne more year's come and goneAnd nothing's changed at allLet me feel I dont care if I break downLet me fall even if I hit the groundAnd if I cry a little die just a littleI've become much too good at being invincibleI'm an expert at play it safe and keep it coolBut I swear this isn't who I'm meant to beI refuse to let my life roll over meSo let me feel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6951669307728975501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/6951669307728975501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6951669307728975501' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116904443608013876</id><published>2007-01-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:38:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                A father waits upon a son A mother prays for his return I just called to see If you still have a place for me We know that like took us apart But you're still within my heart I go to sleep and feel your spirit next to me I'll make it home again I pray you'll fall in love again Just say you'll entertain the possibility I learned enough from my mistakes Learned from all I didn't say</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116904443608013876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116904443608013876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116904443608013876' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116869177277947443</id><published>2007-01-13T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:48:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One where it's pretty much just blankOminous Signs to watch out for during an Interview1. walking into the room yawning2. first question of the interview: "did you just wake up?"3. question: "what do you think should be the programming department's job?"    answer: "erm... *yawn*... i think they should take charge of the programs on radio, and make sure things go well..."4. question: "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116869177277947443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116869177277947443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116869177277947443' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116843457707593452</id><published>2007-01-10T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:11:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You think that I go home at nightTake off my clothes, turn out the lightsBut I burn letters that I writeTo you, to make you love meYeah, I drive naked through the parkAnd run the stop sign in the darkStand in the street, yell out my heartTo make, to make you love meI am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know meI am extraordinary, I am just your ordinaryAverage every day sane </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116843457707593452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116843457707593452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116843457707593452' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116815213774585304</id><published>2007-01-07T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:45:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Of hangovers and suchSt James Power Station. 3 Sentosa Gateway, Singapore 098544.Dragonfly, Movida, Mono, Bellini Room, Gallery Bar, The Lobby, The Boiler Room, Power House, Peppermint Park, Tiger Live.Dragonfly - otherwise known as the cheena room. hahaha... okay kiddin. but honestly, we gave that room a miss. it plays mandopop. and the queue outside was ridiculously long. way longer than</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116815213774585304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116815213774585304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116815213774585304' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116790249319554865</id><published>2007-01-04T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:34:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Pictures Galore (a brief attempt to document the december hols)fancy schmancy ball for our darling NSmen.looking pretty for the ball.girls gone wild.the pig of my life - Patches.currently the world's coolest wallpaper.the crazies at Ben&amp;Jerry's.christmas eve '06 @ Grand Cathaygolden apple muffin.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Blog (part II</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116790249319554865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116790249319554865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116790249319554865' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116773435942812741</id><published>2007-01-02T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:33:28.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - the year long gonespent a simple night at pan's hostel on new year's eve/new year's day. watched dvds, talked and got ready for class dinner.rain. a walk to the busstop to get on the bus to holland village. a rainbow. it was right there, in front of where we stood. and somehow, the promise that comes after the rain soothes the mind. even when the mind is pretty much a vacuum these days.a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116773435942812741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116773435942812741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116773435942812741' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116762482458996829</id><published>2007-01-01T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:52:51.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The New YearTop 10 ways to spend the New Year (no order of preference)1. meet long lost buddies for breakfast at heartland malls that are fastly losing their appeal. cuz when you meet your long lost buddies, it's amazing and fun. and when you're at the heartland mall that's slightly deserted, the atmosphere may be a lil dead, or old (if you live in an old town. haha). so it cancels out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116762482458996829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116762482458996829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116762482458996829' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116732438936660328</id><published>2006-12-29T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:55:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The clock's running downThe team's losing groundTo the opposing defenseThe young quarterbackWaits for the snapWhen suddenly it all starts to make senseHe's got all kinds of timeHe's got all kinds of timeAll kinds of timeHe's got all kinds of timeAll kinds of timeHe takes a step backHe's under attackBut he knows that no one can touch him nowHe seems so at easeA strange inner peaceIs all that he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116732438936660328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116732438936660328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116732438936660328' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116704045519257619</id><published>2006-12-25T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:07:15.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Addictedit could very well be said that i have an addiction for broken things. a tendency to wanna fix broken people. a love for things that don't quite piece together all that well. the short but significant phase in my life where i was crazy over jigsaw puzzles. the fixation on making something whole again. the eventual ending of becoming broken.could this be the very explanation for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116704045519257619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116704045519257619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116704045519257619' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116686600128744504</id><published>2006-12-23T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:08:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The Mountain Analogiesor rather, analogy. since there's only one mountain.having journeyed through the forestry and the endless lushes, the mountain came into view. not the entire moutain in its glory, but more of the midsection and the pinnacle. the climb commences. after a gruelling month or two, the mountain is scaled. standing on the top looking down, the dung pit is there in all its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116686600128744504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116686600128744504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116686600128744504' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116667862938028391</id><published>2006-12-21T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:23:49.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - Happening...18 Dec - lunch with gramps and ben. ikea was good =D fooling around ikea was even better. haha...19 Dec - nida came over to discuss our campus radio thang. hahaha... then pan came over for sleepover. dvds galore! the amount of dvds we've watched the past 2 days has been amazing. well okay, not that amazing. just 4. but good shows they are. Dirty Dancing Havana Nights rocks =D20</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116667862938028391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116667862938028391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116667862938028391' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116645064221367809</id><published>2006-12-18T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:04:02.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello, good morning, how you do?what makes your rising sun so new?i could use a fresh beginning tooall of my regrets are nothing newso this is the way that i say i need youthis is the way that i'mlearning to breathei'm learning to crawli'm finding that you and you alone can break my falli'm living again, awake and alivei'm dying to breathe in these abundant skieshello, good morning, how you been?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116645064221367809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116645064221367809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116645064221367809' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116627288709250269</id><published>2006-12-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:41:27.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One where I fall in Lovei am in love.well, considerably in like.very much in adoration.Patches rocks my world.wish i had a digicam so i could take a picture and post it here.but till then, drop by my place to take a look at my darling Patches.but then again, by invitation only =Pthanks don!!!!! you just totally rocked my world by gettin me Patches =D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116627288709250269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743271/posts/default/116627288709250269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirl-x.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116627288709250269' title=''/><author><name>whirlx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04883862230876061503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743271.post-116615166298925480</id><published>2006-12-15T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:15:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog - The One stuffed with Randomrandom stuff. all random. all good.Stuff #1: We got in for the esplanade event!!! the entire series is called "@theconcourse". and no, it's not the SMU concourse. it's the Esplanade Concourse. us bunch of MIC crazy nuts managed to please the Esplanade staff and got ourselves the two half-hour slots for next year's event. 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