<?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-5607299</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:50:49.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winglish.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-9093255946416143752</id><published>2008-12-02T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:54:05.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you're still reading this, you must really love me (:I tried to move, but I always came back.This time, I MOVE.Goodbye, now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/9093255946416143752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/9093255946416143752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#9093255946416143752' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-4330974965792429621</id><published>2008-09-22T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:10:49.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very irritating. I can't possibly spend all my time worrying about such things. But WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU. I just want to know if you got home safe. Go ahead if you're busy doing whatever you have to do. But how hard is it spending a few minutes to text or email me.Maybe I was right after all. Because your responsibility level is ZERO. Because maybe you really are not ready for a relationship, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4330974965792429621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4330974965792429621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4330974965792429621' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-3999603253963422936</id><published>2008-09-14T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:01:13.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I'm supposed to be doing my German assignment. But I'm bored. And it's still Sunday, and I'm at home, which means I should get to nuah and do nothing, right?So anyways, alot happened this week. Alot of unhappiness. School/quiz/project/presentations, the SA disappearing on me(although I later found out it was because he lost the calling card number -.- but still), PMS, and a lack of sleep. You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3999603253963422936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3999603253963422936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3999603253963422936' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-3916019578792917895</id><published>2008-08-20T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:23:29.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know.I don't know.I don't know if I can do this.The distance is starting to take a toll, and I'm scared that I've fallen for a figment of my own imagination.I'm scared that it's going to backfire in my face again.And I'm scared that if I fall, I might not be able to pick myself up again.Maybe we never should have started this, maybe we should have thought with our heads instead of our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3916019578792917895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3916019578792917895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3916019578792917895' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-8262001803031846118</id><published>2008-07-09T12:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:32:34.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in Washington DC! We rented a car and roadtrip-ed here this morning. Slept through most of the 4-hour drive. Haven't managed to see anything yet cos we got here rather late and lost our way for a little bit. Drove into Virginia by accident, which we didn't even realise although we saw the pentagon haha. Everyone should roadtrip at least once in their lives. It's super fun. V much enjoying the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8262001803031846118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8262001803031846118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8262001803031846118' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HUICzWeNC7k/SHQ8QFElo9I/AAAAAAAAACU/61jUw9w-bIc/s72-c/nyc+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-969834261861232472</id><published>2008-05-12T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:39:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hellooo everybodies! Turns out there's no wireless here so I can't go online as often as I want. Using my housemate's laptop now. They're from the Philippines and they're REALLY nice. V motherly, 40+ yr old aunties. On the first night we arrived, we were so tired from jetlag and all we were just lying on the bed waiting to die, they cooked dinner for us! Cabin's really small. Two rooms, a small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/969834261861232472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/969834261861232472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#969834261861232472' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-5586251711126661899</id><published>2008-04-21T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:37:58.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just popping by for a quick "hello!" so no one will think that I've died. Been holed up in school for the past 2 weeks, trying to study, actually studying, and then some. Doing the same things everyday. Wake up in the morning around 9, studying in the tutorial room with my friends, breaking for food, go back to studying, then finally going back to my room around 12. I think I'm going mad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5586251711126661899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5586251711126661899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5586251711126661899' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-3208466999639806517</id><published>2008-04-06T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:29:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Total independence isn't really my cup of tea, I realise. Being home alone and having to house-sit SUCKS. I always thought I'd be able to do whatever I wanted without my parents chewing my ears off about everything. But then, the weekend isn't over yet and I already don't like it. On my first night home alone on friday, I was quite scared so I couldn't sleep properly and kept jerking awake. When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3208466999639806517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3208466999639806517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3208466999639806517' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-3516069771694707164</id><published>2008-04-03T00:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:21:13.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I submitted my last project/report of the semester, a picture of a rainbow in the sky with a hand reaching for it came into my mind's eye. So I went about searching for a picture like that, but I couldn't find anything and instead came across something I really like. (:Been out-of-my-mind-sleepless busy with projects/reports/term papers/quiz the past 2 weeks. Finally done, and time to get down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3516069771694707164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3516069771694707164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3516069771694707164' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HUICzWeNC7k/R_PGRiioxsI/AAAAAAAAACM/iXWCuc4_uv8/s72-c/200416925-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-3618453665211664404</id><published>2008-03-12T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:25:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am superduperuberveryextremely happy that the old bean is back (:Happy 21st maymay :)SHIT YOU CHINESE ECONOMY.$@&amp;#*!%#@^%!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3618453665211664404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3618453665211664404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3618453665211664404' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-266103815447910800</id><published>2008-03-08T00:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T02:47:18.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me mum bought a new TeeVee cos the old one got abit wonky. Funny thing is neither me nor me mum know how to set the thing up, and the deliveryman doesn't do it, so it's just sitting in a corner of the living room in the box it came in.Time to S/U and start studying for exams. Only 6 more weeks and I've barely touched anything. Contemplating whether to S/U Japanese. I really do not like making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/266103815447910800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/266103815447910800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#266103815447910800' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-6397492650305697559</id><published>2008-02-25T23:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:36:12.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 months is not short, neither is it a long time. They came back, and now they are gone again. I miss you already and sadly, I won't be seeing you until the end of the year ):It's been eons since geri and I caught up like this. Although we both fell asleep hahaha. Next time we'll find something better to watch.Bullshit802 is driving me crazy. I have no idea how to start and whatever I've written </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6397492650305697559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6397492650305697559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6397492650305697559' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-8600593643808013595</id><published>2008-02-06T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:23:30.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello again after a brief, brief respite. Just had my first sighting of a family of wild boars a little less than an hour ago. I was on my usual midnight jaunt with my roommate, and we were along the road behind NIE. Heard some weird noises on the other side of the road where the forest lies, turned our heads, lo and behold, a family of 5. Maybe 6. They weren't as big as I thought. But couldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8600593643808013595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8600593643808013595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8600593643808013595' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-2686426070859968113</id><published>2007-12-24T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T04:25:52.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooohh it's THAT time of the year again. How nice (: except for the mad weather and the crazy crowd in town, or anywhere else for that matter. And that geri's out of town, treepti's lost somewhere, and I have nth to do on Christmas, besides gg to church.Seems like I'm always getting chocolates(Teo Wan Yuan, jack me somemore, I keeel yooou). Okay I know I shouldn't complain, I'm sorry, really. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/2686426070859968113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/2686426070859968113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2686426070859968113' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-7679960985411090320</id><published>2007-12-14T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:21:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Just when you think your life sucks, someone else's life sucks more than yours. Honestly, I don't know how I'd have taken it if I were in their shoes. Probably go berserk and jump into the croc enclosure at the zoo or something(I'M KIDDING, don't do that okay). Because, compared to what they're going through, my problems don't seem like problems at all. More like small bumps on the road as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7679960985411090320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7679960985411090320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7679960985411090320' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-6655583476307246071</id><published>2007-09-26T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T04:13:54.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooh whee. One week break, 2 days of nua-ing(so far), 3 assignments, and not much time to do anything else. So much for term break. Bah.I'm feeling old these days. I hope I age gracefully. May I not have to resort to botox and black hairdye. May my wrinkles and laugh lines to come be testimony to a life happy and fulfilled, and may my hair turn salt and pepper instead of white. I always thought it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6655583476307246071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6655583476307246071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6655583476307246071' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-7489034154141394581</id><published>2007-09-14T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T03:20:34.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's going to be a long while before we can sit like this and just hang out again.I'm missing you loads already my dear friend. It's been a day, but somehow the fact that you're already 7 hours away still hasn't really sunk in yet. Life is definitely not going to be the same without you here. Who's going to eat breakfast and watch movies with me on monday mornings before school, for one. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7489034154141394581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7489034154141394581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7489034154141394581' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HUICzWeNC7k/Rul-XggTrxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sVSDUET64C4/s72-c/DSC00612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-5271940556632424345</id><published>2007-08-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:56:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Elements.Found it in my forensics folder on edveNTUre(better give it some credit). It's a song and the lyrics are basically all the elements found in the periodic table and not much else. It's uber retarded. Eh ngiam for you! HAHAHA.Went to Killiney Kopitiam yesterday for the first time in my life. Had breakfast and ice cream(YAY.) with Philly-nana before going to school. So soon after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5271940556632424345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5271940556632424345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5271940556632424345' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-349934065439240162</id><published>2007-08-18T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T03:38:13.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh crazy week, crazy week. School is going to be the cause of my downfall. Lessons everyday when I'm already used to a 4-day week, with 4 days ending late. Meaning I have to squeeze into the train with the rush hour crowd which SUCKS when you've already had a long day in school and brains are not working but no one's willing to make space for you to get on. The worst days are tuesdays and fridays</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/349934065439240162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/349934065439240162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#349934065439240162' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-8507655369435737394</id><published>2007-08-14T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T02:33:24.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How do you make a decision when you know you will regret whichever you choose, anyway?Pray that He will make you wise, get some sleep, and hope that you'll be able to live with whichever choice He leads you to. Because, His grace is sufficient.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8507655369435737394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8507655369435737394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8507655369435737394' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-1867312602137027579</id><published>2007-08-11T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:05:23.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look what I found!We were trying to do a jump shot, and after one too many, the men in blue behind started staring hahaha!No flash no see, got flash also no see.I'm the shortest amongst us.MJ queens.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/1867312602137027579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/1867312602137027579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1867312602137027579' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HUICzWeNC7k/Rr03SLQJeNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nnr46s43bsI/s72-c/P1000692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-6400656528120446362</id><published>2007-08-11T02:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:40:34.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's no longer a matter of belief, because there really is nothing much to believe in. Been there, done that. And from what I see going on around me, not much point being there or doing that again. Too much effort and it always ends the same way. Everything I thought was the worst thing that could happen to me was only actually the second worst. Funny how it always takes something bad to happen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6400656528120446362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6400656528120446362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6400656528120446362' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-3932181365618487096</id><published>2007-07-25T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:28:31.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KNNBCCB. I've received my very first stitches. Just removed both wisdom teeth on my right side. My face is itchy but no point scratching cos I can't feel a thing. My entire right side is numb, I can't even feel my ear. And WHO was it who told me tooth extraction wasn't painful!?My dentist called my lower wisdom tooth a "monster" haha. Cos it broke off in 3 parts when he only drilled it into 2, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3932181365618487096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3932181365618487096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3932181365618487096' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-4361248172753385585</id><published>2007-05-14T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:40:32.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell is wrong with blogger?Even though I already heard, it sucks to have it confirmed and to hear it all over again. After the initial anger/disappointment/sian-ness or whatever you call it, in a way, I'm glad. I'm not being hypocritical, I really am. I typed a whole chunk of stuff bitching about cheaters and bastards, but no point really because it's been such a long time AND we've both</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4361248172753385585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4361248172753385585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4361248172753385585' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-398845953959184944</id><published>2007-04-30T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T03:16:05.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few of my primary school friends have come a-knocking on friendster and I have a feeling that it's my stupid fringe that makes me look the way I did in pri4, which is probably how they recognised me. Grow hair grow!I think it's hereditary. I'm made of steel too. I gave tuition, watched Blithe Spirit, which by the way is bloody funny, and went for cell, while running a fever. My throat's beyond </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/398845953959184944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/398845953959184944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#398845953959184944' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-1116137214847384003</id><published>2007-04-21T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:44:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate how quiet the house becomes everytime he leaves. It's so easy getting used to his presence whenever he comes back, but so hard readjusting to his absence after he flies off. I miss my old bean. So now it's back to the two of us, again.Phantom was bloody brilliant. I love the stage! I think we paid for the costumes and props more than anything but the money was sooo well spent. Everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/1116137214847384003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/1116137214847384003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1116137214847384003' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-9133590390437324500</id><published>2007-04-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:05:39.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scene 1. Walking out of PS.Old bean: Eh want to buy remote control helicopter or not?Mum: For what? Play where?Old bean: Play in the room lah.Me: Siao eh. You should've just had a son, then you can play together.Old bean: Then you go and have one lah, so he can play with me.Me: Okay okay. Give me 10 yrs.Old bean: Got people want you meh?Me: ... -.-Mum: I go and have one now lah. Then you look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/9133590390437324500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/9133590390437324500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#9133590390437324500' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-44745212374232658</id><published>2007-04-06T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:47:48.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Tis a day worth celebrating indeed (: To be born again on the day Jesus died for my sins.Don't ask me why I went ahead with it anyway. I'm just really glad I did. I don't want to have to deal with the aftermath, but at least I know I won't be alone in this, for He is with me (:And thank you for helping to bring me back (:Oh, and it didn't rain today. It has rained every Good Friday for as long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/44745212374232658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/44745212374232658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#44745212374232658' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-7163830967874010167</id><published>2007-04-01T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:48:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mommy is Superwoman with a capital 'S'. She's a mum/haircutter/cook/laundress/cleaner/handy(wo)man/ATM/blahblahblah all-in-one. I've been eating breakfast with her every morning this past week, or rather, she's been been waking me up every morning at the ungodly hour of 7 to have breakfast with her. I'd like to think that our relationship's improving (: On monday, I forced her to cut my fringe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7163830967874010167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7163830967874010167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7163830967874010167' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-7619079667639891231</id><published>2007-03-25T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:29:43.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh can't bear to abandon this after all. Too much here to throw away.Lost my bible in church last week, the irony of it. Worse thing's I only found out this morning, while I was trying to get dressed, pack my bag, and look for it all at the same time. Horrible. So after service I went to the contact point, to try and see if anyone found it. The lady sitting there pointed to a shelf behind her, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7619079667639891231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7619079667639891231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7619079667639891231' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-3252462259056480826</id><published>2007-03-18T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:13:02.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so don't go awaysay what you saybut say that you'll stayforever and a dayin the time of my life'cause I need more timeyes, I need more timejust to make things right..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3252462259056480826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3252462259056480826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3252462259056480826' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-6594795798786974059</id><published>2007-03-13T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T03:26:00.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a light in your eyes that I used to seeThere's a place in your heart where I used to beWas I wrong to assume that you were waiting for meThere's a light in your eyesDid you leave that light burning for me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6594795798786974059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6594795798786974059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6594795798786974059' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-6591317603076021655</id><published>2007-03-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:43:33.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy 20th birthday maybee baby! (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6591317603076021655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6591317603076021655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6591317603076021655' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-4633205036658791386</id><published>2007-02-28T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T02:10:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spent 2 hours in the cinema drooling. Almost nosebled to death.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4633205036658791386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4633205036658791386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4633205036658791386' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HUICzWeNC7k/ReRz9hYKz_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzD3ScMNALM/s72-c/dh_00504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-5658986319298266449</id><published>2007-02-28T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T02:08:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No more macs breakfasts. Every time I have macs for breakfast, I end up getting diarrhoea. Shit to kingdom come.I think, okay I don't think, I KNOW I'm insecure. I'm not emo-blogging lah, I promised not to. Just pondered some, I have too much time on my hands and nothing to do. Not nothing exactly, just too damn lazy to do anything else. I digressed. Anyways, I know I'm insecure cos I feel a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5658986319298266449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5658986319298266449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5658986319298266449' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-7776538733188822048</id><published>2007-02-25T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:29:55.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to chill and be mellow and not give a damn about anything and anybody.I need to stop being emo and scaring everyone.I need to find the secret to happiness.I need to be my really old self, the one who didn't sweat the small stuff and whose day could be made by a good song on morning radio. The one who found contentment in the smallest things and got by on the love from the people around. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7776538733188822048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7776538733188822048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7776538733188822048' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-3037107905750360288</id><published>2007-02-24T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T15:17:33.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To the asshole(s) who stole my ipod, I only have one word for you: KARMA. I hope you rot in Hell.It's easy to get a new one. But do tell, where can I go and buy the father's love and generosity that came along with it? It's not the 1st time I've lost something, but only this time, it's all the more painful cos it was a present from my daddy. So until you can tell me where I can find an ipod with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3037107905750360288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3037107905750360288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3037107905750360288' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-1988001602680331050</id><published>2007-02-24T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:27:44.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the long goodbyeSomebody tell me whyTwo lovers in love can't make itJust what kind of love keeps breaking our heartsNo matter how hard I tryYou're gonna make me cryCome on baby it's over let's face itAll that's happening here is a long goodbye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/1988001602680331050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/1988001602680331050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1988001602680331050' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-8020631578080584934</id><published>2007-02-15T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:46:00.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The difference between the friends you make and the friends you keep.I am very touched.Thank you and you for being on the phone with me night after night, so I won't be alone.Thank you for the Joakim Gomez(who really is v cute, btw) advice(haha!) and the shopping.Thank you for remembering my brown havaianas.And thank you and you for remembering the pact. (:31st Oct, same time, same spot, midnight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8020631578080584934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8020631578080584934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8020631578080584934' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-6280855680551225709</id><published>2007-02-14T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:14:02.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love songs on Class 95.Lucky St Valentine. Elevated to celebrity status just cos he advocates love!Call me bitter or whatever, I'm not celebrating the crass commercialism of Valentine's Day. Not this year anyways hurhur. But I believe that love should be celebrated every single day, not just on this one day of the year.To lovers and my friends.Happy Valentine's Day anyways (:p/s: maymay we miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6280855680551225709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6280855680551225709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6280855680551225709' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-2526618004548126278</id><published>2007-02-11T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:27:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck it all lah, whatever I do is just effort going down the bloody drain.On the bright side, I went back to church. Well, it's about time lah. Woke up bright and early at 8am and strolled there. I love mornings, the bright sunshine and cool air. And for the 1st time in my life, I WAS 15 MINS EARLY. VVV proud of myself, I, who have never been early once in my life. And I was awake and listening </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/2526618004548126278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/2526618004548126278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2526618004548126278' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-6180824607949086930</id><published>2007-02-06T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:33:27.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's just another one of those mornings I wake up feeling like shit.Another lesson learnt, another growing up process.Another turning point a fork stuck in the roadTime grabs you by the wrist directs you where to goSo make the best of this test and don't ask whyIt's not a question but a lesson learned in timeIt's something unpredictableBut in the end is rightI hope you had the time of your lifeSo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6180824607949086930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6180824607949086930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6180824607949086930' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-5473137750346958256</id><published>2007-01-31T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:57:55.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't believe I actually queued 3 and a half fucking hours for donuts on monday. DONUTS!! Like what the hell, I need a life man. But then again I can't complain because those donuts are seriously good shit, especially the double chocolate ones. I bought a dozen, I'm going to eat myself into oblivion. Can't help it, I'm depressed. I got 3 double chocolate ones, I gave one to sarah and I was going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5473137750346958256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5473137750346958256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5473137750346958256' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-4961539701746738799</id><published>2007-01-27T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:44:23.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hauled my butt to the bloodbank earlier and gave an unknown amount of blood. My knee buckled on the way to macs after that and almost gave Sarah a heart attack."Eh don't faint hor. Later I leave you here and run away."Yeah I love you too.I learnt a few things recently and among one of them is to not wait on people again. An average person spends about 4 years of his/her life waiting, for people, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4961539701746738799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4961539701746738799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4961539701746738799' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-4681038655611100290</id><published>2007-01-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:32:50.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The blood bank is running low on its supply of blood, so I'm going to go and donate blood. (:Did you know that a liver transplant requires as many as 50 bags of blood?That an accident victim may use up to 30 bags of blood within 24 hours?And that donated blood can only be stored for 42 days?Trying to buy my way into Heaven. hurhur. Just kidding laaah. Anyways, I believe one good turn deserves </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4681038655611100290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/4681038655611100290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4681038655611100290' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-5276361400435838386</id><published>2007-01-13T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:34:22.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ty·rant [tahy-ruh nt]–noun1.a sovereign or other ruler who uses power oppressively or unjustly.   2.any person in a position of authority who exercises power oppressively or despotically.   3.a tyrannical or compulsory influence.—Synonyms 1. despot, autocrat, dictator.Hmmm sounds alot like the woman who gave birth to me.And since I'm taking French this semester.French: tyran</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5276361400435838386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5276361400435838386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5276361400435838386' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-249929761750117040</id><published>2007-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:02:02.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello 2007!happy new year (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/249929761750117040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/249929761750117040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#249929761750117040' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-2468251256675522638</id><published>2006-12-31T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:00:20.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is just, sad. I'm stuck at home on New Year's eve and I can't go out  to see the fireworks. Because The Mother is not happy that I got home at 3AM last night. It wasn't the first time, nor will it be the last. But whatever lah , I'll just stay home and be good and make resolutions for 2007, which I'll try very hard to stick to.Leave it all behind2006's been a tumultuous year. I learnt so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/2468251256675522638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/2468251256675522638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#2468251256675522638' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-1344065114976598670</id><published>2006-12-29T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:28:38.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All you horrible children are late! Steamboat tonight! whoohoo.Excuse me, do I look like a clown?Please go find someone your age to play with.I don't have the patience nor time for you.Macro-F***ing-econs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/1344065114976598670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/1344065114976598670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#1344065114976598670' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-2171282464746417838</id><published>2006-12-26T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:21:54.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyday is a good day to eat.On Friday,  I ate 8 tangyuan with black sesame filling. After dinner at crystal jade with my yummy mummy.On Saturday, Shaun, Joel and I spent 100+ at Spageddies. We finished everything.On Sunday, Christmas eve, I ate almost 1/4 of a 1kg log cake. By myself.At this rate I'm going to explode and die. But at least I'll die happy. yumyum.Happy boxing day! (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/2171282464746417838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/2171282464746417838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#2171282464746417838' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-3848001971678212424</id><published>2006-12-22T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:25:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been raining every damn day of the week. Perfect weather to sleep.Christmas's in 3 days but not really in a celebratory mood. Seems that the older I get, the less merry christmas becomes. Bah this sucks. Shall not ruin everyone's mood. At least this horrible year's coming to an end. Next year will be better! I hope, anyways. Festive season, rub off on me!P/S: Today's Winter Solstice, go home</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3848001971678212424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/3848001971678212424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#3848001971678212424' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-5329261056260551916</id><published>2006-12-10T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:45:47.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I screwed up. To make matters worse, I messed up another life in the process.What on earth have I done?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5329261056260551916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/5329261056260551916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#5329261056260551916' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-7376356535319559223</id><published>2006-12-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:43:49.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need a dog. Because unlike huMANs, I know it'll love me forever.A great big handsome husky (: love.Starbucks + oyster mee sua + teh peng + kaya toast + cheese sausage = DIARRHOEA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7376356535319559223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/7376356535319559223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7376356535319559223' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-266477744629563091</id><published>2006-12-07T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T02:38:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After all the shit I went through for this damn laptop, I'm finally reaping the benefits.LYING ON MY BED WHILE TYPING HAS GOT TO BE THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD.And if there were any girl in real life who's as hot as Shane, I'd be lesbian too.Oh, my contact lens cleanser expired about 6 months ago. I didn't even know and I continued using it. It's only because of God's grace that I haven't gone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/266477744629563091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/266477744629563091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#266477744629563091' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-6934675037234579846</id><published>2006-12-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T02:14:51.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY EXAMS ARE OVER. Woohoo. I think I may have to carry some of my modules over to the next sem but I can't really give a shit anymore.PMS really is some shit man. I need to stop thinking, stop being emo. I'm sorry I can't handle all this right now. I need time, to learn how to love myself again. You're moving much too quickly for me to catch up. I don't know how to react. It's not that I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6934675037234579846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/6934675037234579846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6934675037234579846' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-8311176160637410054</id><published>2006-11-24T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:43:56.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whole new take on A/S/L.Age: 20.Sex: Yes please.Location: Your call.Hahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8311176160637410054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/8311176160637410054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#8311176160637410054' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-116394653694222866</id><published>2006-11-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:30:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 girls + 3/4 bottle of chivas + camera + horrible cab drivers = DISASTERHappy belated 19th Belle! (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116394653694222866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116394653694222866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116394653694222866' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-116317620910724857</id><published>2006-11-11T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:30:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wasted trip.Was enjoying my beauty sleep when some guy from 8Flags(the school's comp centre) called, asking me when would I like to collect my laptop. Decided to haul my arse out of bed to go get it since I won't be going back to school until wednesday, which happens to be the day I have to sit for my micro paper. And I know I'm going to be in a bad mood that day so might as well go collect it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116317620910724857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116317620910724857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116317620910724857' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-116266338401869771</id><published>2006-11-05T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T02:06:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shit lah. My exams start in 10 days and I still don't know what microecons is about. Bloody hell my lecturer sucks. All he talks about is the car he got for his kids and every example he gives, he brings it back to the fucking car. And his kids. At the rate he and I are going, byebye 4.0 GPA. (I'm not acting smart lah. Uni GPA is 5.0!)Stupid cold. Don't even know how I got it. Didn't share food </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116266338401869771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116266338401869771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116266338401869771' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-116222757849425045</id><published>2006-10-31T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:38:49.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday to me! (:I am 20 years young.So many many thick-thin friends &lt;3 Me thick you thin! Horrible eating so much these days. Thick everywhere lah. Even brains. Feel damn stupid in school cos everyone seems to know their shit except me.Gatecrashed MOS on saturday with Ngiam Belle Geri Inami and Khai. Halloween party! So sad the 2 of you didn't come ): You know who you are! Cheapskate in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116222757849425045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116222757849425045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116222757849425045' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-116150602740747977</id><published>2006-10-22T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:57:40.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so cool now. Haha.Thanks for coming with me yesterday you all (: Love the new t-shirt, even though I was forced to get it. Stacey must love the new t-shirt too cos I picked it out for you!My brave Belle who filmed it without flinching, Ngiam who tried to make me laugh and helped me pick up the beanie, Reina who wanted to re-align it, the poor man to whom I subjected incessant chattering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116150602740747977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116150602740747977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116150602740747977' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-116075622623593015</id><published>2006-10-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:25:26.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 dead fishies...Went to ngiam's school after class today. The labs there are damn smelly for some reason. Finally saw her 400 pet fishes living in shitty water. Damn hot in the bloody greenhouse, I must go there more for sauna. Love 2 hour lunch :) with reina, ngiam, annabelle and pork! Can be ah sum self. Went fishing in tank with black water and throwing fish food everywhere. I cannot be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116075622623593015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116075622623593015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116075622623593015' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-116053117791478600</id><published>2006-10-11T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:53:33.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burning questions.How can they even find a rebound guy so quickly?Did it actually mean anything to them?Why is it so hard?How come crying feels therapeutic when it's supposed to be an expression of grief?Why did man make love so complicated when God made it so simple?Why do guys think so much when they are the ones who complain that girls are fickle and complicated?Why do they always go "It's not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116053117791478600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116053117791478600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116053117791478600' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-116029840938287255</id><published>2006-10-08T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:06:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hacking my miserable life away. Bloody haze. Coughed my germs to Ngiam and Reina last night.Dinner and movie last night. You, me and Dupree. Popcorn frenzy all thanks to Gabby. Heh. So nice of him to drop me off. I wanted to eat tau huay, but was too tired when we actually got there. Stupid cough syrup. I have to take 30ml a day. Gets me high for awhile, then completes drains my energy.Please </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116029840938287255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116029840938287255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116029840938287255' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-116007019964587779</id><published>2006-10-06T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:50:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If the guy I love ever tells me he cannot live without me, I'd give up everything for him.Why couldn't you have been that guy?Doesn't matter, I still will give up the world for you. You, and you only.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116007019964587779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/116007019964587779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116007019964587779' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-115989345268005659</id><published>2006-10-03T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:37:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eff.Almost dialled his number by mistake the other day.I know I'm depressing people to death already. Sorry. But why why why? My moods are yoyo-ing so much I can't handle them.You asked me once how could you make me hate you. I told you I couldn't. I still can't. Sometimes I get pissed off, but I always lose steam so quickly. I do wish I could stay angry at you, it's so much easier to deal with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115989345268005659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115989345268005659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115989345268005659' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-115916543047320809</id><published>2006-09-25T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:23:50.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought I'd gotten past teenage angst. Apparently not.Friends? I tried. I really did. But you couldn't even bothered to be civilised. Maybe you need time. Maybe I need to stop finding excuses for you. Maybe I need to find myself again before I can find you. You said you'd call me when you're ready. I'm holding you to that.So, goodbye for now. Thank you for the memories.Now you want to be free, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115916543047320809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115916543047320809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115916543047320809' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-115860113455783979</id><published>2006-09-19T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:55:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Char's right. No point forcing myself to be zen-like when I just want to cry my heart out. Emotional purging is the only outlet I know. I know it's been a while, but I still can't force myself to let it go just yet. Maybe it's time to throw up my hands and admit defeat, I can't let go. So much, so long. Most mornings I still wake up feeling like the carpet has been yanked from beneath my feet. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115860113455783979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115860113455783979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115860113455783979' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-115850680372840126</id><published>2006-09-17T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:25:27.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am trying very hard, really. All I ask is for you to be more patient with me, to give me some more time. Because it's really not easy.Maybe I am dwelling too much on the past. But I can only say that this is because I cared too much, I gave it my all. It's not something to be forgotten so easily. If it was, then we would have just wasted our time. What's most painful is not the time we had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115850680372840126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115850680372840126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115850680372840126' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-115788114964897139</id><published>2006-09-10T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:39:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling better. Even I believe that. All thanks to the friends who have been with me throughout all this.Went to MOS with reina, may, ngiam, dhanesh and inami last night. Best time I've had since my life turned upside down. Although music wasn't that great, I really enjoyed the company and dancing. Especially the boozing in my house before that. I've really missed you maymay.As for you, I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115788114964897139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115788114964897139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115788114964897139' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-115728046356120985</id><published>2006-09-03T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:53:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For you Davson, all that we had, all that we were. To us now, all over again.Every now and thenWe find a special friendWho never lets us downWho understands it allReaches out each time you fallYou're the best friend that I've foundI know you can't stayA part of you will never ever go awayYour heart will stayI'll make a wish for youAnd hope it will come trueThat life would just be kindTo such a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115728046356120985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115728046356120985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115728046356120985' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-115710766559670685</id><published>2006-09-01T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:18:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am learning to slow down and try to take one step at a time. There is nothing more I can do but wait. I feel defeated and aimless, lost. It's been a trying time. Too much turmoil went on in my life during the past month.If only I could turn back time. I'd try to be less demanding, more understanding, a better listener and observer. Maybe then I could have known what went wrong and prevented this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115710766559670685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115710766559670685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115710766559670685' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-115617466524673633</id><published>2006-08-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:30:25.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you my friends, for being there when I needed you most :)School's driving me nuts. I climb up, I climb down. Stairs everywhere I go. By the time I graduate, or maybe even by the end of year 1, I'll have buns and thighs of steel. But other than this, the fact that I can't stand my microecons tutor(he is no help at all during tutorials), and that all my friends are in NUS -.- school's going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115617466524673633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115617466524673633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115617466524673633' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-115436779506531352</id><published>2006-08-01T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:29:08.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't eat, I can't sleep. I can't do anything without thinking about you.Why? I don't understand any of your so-called reasons.All I know is that I love you, I always will.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115436779506531352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/115436779506531352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115436779506531352' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-114780343687700481</id><published>2006-05-17T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T03:22:12.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official. I've decided to go to NTU(when everyone including my inami's going to NUS). Mr Boyfriend and I are going to be schoolmates again.i think I'm incapable of supporting my spending habits. Every bloody month I spend more than I earn. Because my company is screwed up and too cheap to give me my OT pay so I had to settle for a few more days off this month.Working has killed my social </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/114780343687700481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/114780343687700481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114780343687700481' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-114287489376737075</id><published>2006-03-21T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:14:56.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Applying for university is such a pain in the ass. It gave me a hell of a headache and now I feel like bashing my head against the wall. It's as much of a pain in the ass as working. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?? That there's actually something that can be compared with work??You.You who have given me so much and yet so little; gave me such joy and yet caused so much pain. Sometimes, I wonder if all the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/114287489376737075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/114287489376737075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114287489376737075' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-114098123124861402</id><published>2006-02-27T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:15:39.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't updated in so long people probably already have forgotten this place exists.Work sucks, I can't stop complaining about it. At least this month's pay was the addition of the previous 2 months'. But this is not compensation enough for the disgusting green and purple spidery veins that have appeared on my thighs and ankles, the horribly rude and unreasonable customers, the dust, and most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/114098123124861402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/114098123124861402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114098123124861402' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-113648208648302714</id><published>2006-01-06T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T02:01:01.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I.hate.my.job.He's gone to Brunei.Oh, how meaningless my life is!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/113648208648302714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/113648208648302714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113648208648302714' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-113112112298814512</id><published>2005-11-05T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:18:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just went blog-hopping. Haven't done that in yonks. I hate to admit it but I kind of miss school.  The having to drag your arse out of bed every morning feeling.The sleeping on the bus all the way to school but somehow being able to wake up in time so I don't miss my stop.The people. the friends, the class, the middle row shites. Especially.The horrid sweating in the morning sun while cursing and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/113112112298814512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/113112112298814512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113112112298814512' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112955831866670819</id><published>2005-10-17T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:16:53.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Write a critical commentary on the following piece, taken from the daily life of the main character, Wing, paying careful attention to the characters' dialogue and actions and stage settings.[ In Wing's Room]Mum : [ Standing in front of Wing's table. Looks at mess on table. ] When are you going to do something about this shit hole?Wing : [ Takes 2 steps, stands next to Mum. Sticks out hand and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112955831866670819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112955831866670819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112955831866670819' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112869701736528529</id><published>2005-10-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T22:56:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bah.It's comforting to think people have more faith in As than I do at the moment. You'll think like me too if you got what I got for the pre-*beep*ing-lims. B4 for GP, E for lit and econs and F for maths. A BIG FAT F. Silver lining, at least I improved in GP. And a 200% improvment for the maths paper 1 mock exam. Beat that.Tomorrow's saturday! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112869701736528529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112869701736528529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112869701736528529' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112696638283126135</id><published>2005-09-17T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:13:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OCS.3 week confinement starting Monday. Whee. Brilliant.Looking on the bright side. Mr Huang will be rich and I will officially become a rich man's girlfriend ie. money-grabber. Yeah, I'm materialistic. So what? Tiffany, here I come!Coffee Bean @ SGV.These past few weeks mugging at that place everyday hasn't always been the most productive. But I dare say this is the most productive I've ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112696638283126135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112696638283126135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112696638283126135' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112581195330395195</id><published>2005-09-04T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T13:34:17.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's raining men. hallehlujah.joanna tay, stop calling me ah man! @#!%?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112581195330395195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112581195330395195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112581195330395195' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112400637645227712</id><published>2005-08-14T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:32:56.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hi, my name is Wingman. And I'm a junkfoodie.""Welcome to junkfoodie anonymous, Wingman!"Fuck the diet.Along with the rest of the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112400637645227712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112400637645227712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112400637645227712' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112400256185422387</id><published>2005-08-14T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T15:35:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am one gia-mongous emotion bucket these days. I cry at the drop of a hat, scream at anyone who says "huh?" when they don't catch what I say and give the evil eye to anyone who even gives me a second look. I have discovered the great power of the finger when telling someone(s) to "shut up and fuck off".Sorry to anyone I've aggrieved, really.Maybe I'm pseudo pregnant, post-period PMSing, or maybe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112400256185422387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112400256185422387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112400256185422387' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112399968853857399</id><published>2005-08-14T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:01:41.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skipped maths mock yesterday morning. Even the maths tutor told me to skip it since I wasn't prepared for it. Smartest thing I did in a while.School's becoming a drag. I need a holiday man. Paradise Island. I can't remember where it is, I just like the name. Anybody, join me?Not going to do anything at all today. Am giving myself the day off, but since when don't I give myself days off on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112399968853857399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112399968853857399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112399968853857399' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112332005303505112</id><published>2005-08-06T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T17:23:00.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I SURVIVED 2 MOCK EXAMS. Neither of which I studied for.I AM QUEEN OF THE WORLD.ON YOUR KNEES!and clean my chucks with your tongue while you're at it please, thank you very much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112332005303505112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112332005303505112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112332005303505112' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112279933832209254</id><published>2005-07-31T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:42:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something Reina said sometime back has made me think. People only blog when they are upset or bored. They almost never blog when they are happy.She's right. Because I am like that. My entries are getting shorter and shorter, and even when I blog, I talk about nothing in particular. I think when people are contented with their lives and having fun, they don't really want to put down every single </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112279933832209254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112279933832209254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112279933832209254' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112205187384838333</id><published>2005-07-23T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T01:04:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>potty over potter!am already suffering from potter-withdrawal.have been stuck at the last chapter for the past 3 days.no good, not at all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112205187384838333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112205187384838333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112205187384838333' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112204908293002278</id><published>2005-07-23T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T00:18:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>t9 is group 2nd in chinese singing competition!am really really happy :)had a blast sitting with DD's spare tyre at the back of LT2. cos he is really very evil and laughs at everybody and everything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112204908293002278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112204908293002278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112204908293002278' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112091971407303114</id><published>2005-07-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:35:14.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think this is the funniest thing I've seen online yet.how to spike your hairI was on Friendster and it was in "most popular searches in my network" area.HA HA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112091971407303114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112091971407303114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112091971407303114' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112065465080442918</id><published>2005-07-06T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:58:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did the whole of normal distribution 1 in 3 hours, cos I was so bored after being stuck home for 2 days cos of the fever, which either came from him or the nuts at Joy's on monday. sounds wrong, doesn't it. anyway, I am very proud of myself. I deleted all my blog entries from 2003. why? because I can't believe all the shit I wrote in here. wah lauu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112065465080442918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112065465080442918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112065465080442918' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-112038455768397961</id><published>2005-07-03T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:56:43.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the mid-years are over and I'm wondering why the elation still hasn't settled in. Maybe it's because the prelims are in 2 months' time and the 'A's, another 2 months' time. shit.I am bored - out of my minds, to tears, whatever.I've been stuck home for 2 frickin' days. BECAUSE HE IS ILL. And finally, I'm stepping out, into the sun tomorrow for a movie marathon at Joy-O's. yay!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112038455768397961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/112038455768397961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112038455768397961' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-111971861777343830</id><published>2005-06-26T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:56:58.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buffer, tanner, badder and BOTAK!I LOVE BOTAKS!MY botak. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111971861777343830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111971861777343830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111971861777343830' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-111928221328659379</id><published>2005-06-20T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:48:10.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YESSS!!2 more days and 20 minutes before his first book-out!!I am the happiest girl on Earth now. my baby's coming home. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111928221328659379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111928221328659379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111928221328659379' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-111830718954786505</id><published>2005-06-09T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:45:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gone.I made good my promise, you know.Did you know that in 4 days' time, it will be our 500th day together?I miss you already.Went with him to tekong. It was so retarded. Non-family members were not allowed there, so I had to pretend to be his "sister" if anyone asked. But when we were waiting for the ferry to take us across the sea to that god-forsaken place, this usher was like, "Only you and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111830718954786505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111830718954786505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111830718954786505' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-111753553679377470</id><published>2005-05-31T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:02:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>16 months. and counting. :)ah, this holiday is crap. i can't study. everytime i try to read my lit books or econs, i fall asleep.met that horrible boy today. still sick and coughing INTO MY FACE. got my bag back after 395672 years. it's about damn time you fries-stealer, just you watch out.perfect 10 is playing "don't phunk with my heart" by black-eyed peas and they censored out "phunk". uhhhh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111753553679377470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111753553679377470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111753553679377470' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-111711438295560398</id><published>2005-05-26T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:33:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i must, i must, i must increase my bust.right. as if i still can.the bust fairy left me "in the midst of construction" aeons ago.how sad.since i obviously cannot increase my bust, will settle for a rich sugar daddy who can pay for my boob job.was supposed to go study with lei-na today. what rotten luck. we didn't! makes the rest of you who didn't study as well look good eh? saw inami's cousin in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111711438295560398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111711438295560398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711438295560398' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-111669255144145883</id><published>2005-05-22T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:47:22.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the mid-yrs are in 5 weeks. i am still procrastinating.i might as well just go hit my head on the wall and die now, so i won't have to study again for the rest of eternity. in hell which is where i will probably end up if i really go and hit my head on the wall. what a way to die.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111669255144145883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111669255144145883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111669255144145883' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607299.post-111587288643098248</id><published>2005-05-12T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:41:26.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school = shitthat's all I got to say.the irony - I'm typing this on the computer in the school library.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111587288643098248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607299/posts/default/111587288643098248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingrawks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111587288643098248' title=''/><author><name>wing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
