<?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-4397540583181582397</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:19:53.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tch.</title><subtitle type='html'>And I still like chocolate-chipped cookies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-1200118982030723966</id><published>2009-09-16T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:32:22.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solomon has a bitch for a GF.</title><content type='html'>Solomon totally forgot about the existence of this blog and his girlfriend is very bored inside the cleanroom waiting for the rate of C60 to rise over the past hour. So she decided to try and guess the password to it and voila! she got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a salad with smoked salad and chicken, dressing caesar with lots of chilli flakes, thank you. And I also want a broccoli-potato soup to go with; and a bag of croutons =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c60 is NOT rising. the armstrong maintains at 0.001 to 0.011 and fluctuating badly. so fuck c60, imma increase the current to 160 and SUDDENLY. it increases constantly to 0.4_ _ to 0.9_ _ and drops AGAIN. So rama, run yuan and I started swearing and this time changed to reading using T4. And voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now waiting for it to pump up to atmospheric temperature and we can switch it over to metal chamber and then GO FOR LUNCH! My tummy is complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of a student researcher kinda suck with late lunch and stuffs eh. -shakeshead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY BRING ME A SALAD, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-1200118982030723966?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1200118982030723966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=1200118982030723966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1200118982030723966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1200118982030723966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/09/solomon-has-bitch-for-gf.html' title='Solomon has a bitch for a GF.'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-666175817748434318</id><published>2009-01-09T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:09:25.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9002</title><content type='html'>It could be the year 9002, and I still would have said the same things I did in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Fuck my energizer batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save myself the trouble of explaining to you bitches why I was inactive for over 4000 hours. Those that know better, then good for you. And oh, I suppose some thanks are in order. For those who still drop by whistleinthewind from time to time...well, no trophies for you, sorry. But for your persistence (or patience) with me, I'll try my best to swear as much as I used to, if not more, and bore you as much as possible reading up on my thrilling, rollercoaster-fucking hell of a life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. My sarcasm isn't as it was half a year ago. Need to practice, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this a proper first blog entry of the year, I'll just skim through a few of my life's benchmarks since 1st January, 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cried on the first day of school. Got my balls kicked by an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;-Got hamsters, Radish and Isis. Winter-whites. Both enjoy excessive amounts of cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;-Got a promise from dear that she'll pop by once every week to cuddle them. (And I get to cuddle her)&lt;br /&gt;-Now goes to church on presumably alternate weeks with dear.&lt;br /&gt;-Is fucking caught up in fuckloads of assignments and badly wants to eat shit and die.&lt;br /&gt;-Had gay fun with 2 guys staying over at my place for 8 hours straight a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;-Is now on a phonecall with the other owner of the hamsters. God bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again. Suck my energizer batteries. Happy 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-666175817748434318?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/666175817748434318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=666175817748434318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/666175817748434318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/666175817748434318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/01/9002.html' title='9002'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-3611051509175509714</id><published>2008-08-23T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:08:24.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like teh jagung</title><content type='html'>2 papers this week, 2 this coming week. MDAD and BUOM. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes bitches. I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now kiss my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-3611051509175509714?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/3611051509175509714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=3611051509175509714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/3611051509175509714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/3611051509175509714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-teh-jagung.html' title='I like teh jagung'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-219568334495655416</id><published>2008-07-05T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:41:52.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many blueberries does it take to make a blueberry pie?</title><content type='html'>Another week has yet again, come to an end. Let us thank God for the many moments of retardedness we had these past 7 days, not forgetting that it was only because of Him that all shit was made possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Cosplay event's finally over, and I can cut myself some slack. Going easy on those nachos and greasy chinese food was a complete torture, really. All for? My stomach of course. Else I can't fit into my cosplay coat, tailor-made to only fit the slimmer, sexier me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, and for the ignorant, I was that Aeon/Iron Clock, aka Sano Yasuyoshi from the anime Air Gear. Yes, I was the only Sano there. And the only cosplayer with the son-of-a-bitch hair. Curly fuck ends cant even uncurl with half a container of gell. Whoever made the first nylon-based wig must have been one hell of a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it was pretty okay overall. Made some new friends. Met some old ones. Dry humping sessions around the new ones (will upload pics of that soon), hi-bye conversations with the old ones. Ironic huh? Saw quite a bit of decent cosplayers this time round. In fact, there nearly weren't any bad ones. Less than 5 fingers, I s'pose. A couple of funny looking Ls and an Ichigo with a sword at shikai, WITH a scabbard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-bleach people, wikipedia Ichigo and see the really bad and obvious mistake here. Doesn't help that maybe only 1 out of 5 Ichigos can get the hair right. And he didn't beat those odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that some chinks with cameras get up your ass sometimes. Riding on someone else's request for a photo-take is one thing, but snapping candids when we're not ready is another. I was shoving Joel's sideburns back up his wig cap in this dark, forsaken corner when this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: This side as well *turns*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your wig cap fucking sucks *shoves*&lt;br /&gt;Random chink (appearing out of nowhere): HEYLOLPICPLS? *snaps pic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you wanted a shot of cosplayers picking out fleas from each others' hair, you could at least ask. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, the other shots were all of me and the Air Gear team having gay, innocent fun. I had to step out when they were doing the gay bar dance, tho. Too extreme for my tastes x_x And oh, which reminds me. Official photoshooting session coming up, with big shots as the photographers. Best get a better wig by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School? Assignments? Got 6 pending assignments atm. But who the fuck cares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-219568334495655416?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/219568334495655416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=219568334495655416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/219568334495655416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/219568334495655416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-many-blueberries-does-it-take-to.html' title='How many blueberries does it take to make a blueberry pie?'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-134754399541597273</id><published>2008-06-28T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:56:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep.</title><content type='html'>And yea. After 2 months of MIA and shit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I am =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-134754399541597273?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/134754399541597273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=134754399541597273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/134754399541597273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/134754399541597273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/06/yep.html' title='Yep.'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-5055316267092308306</id><published>2008-06-28T02:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:49:50.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And my 40th post is like so.</title><content type='html'>No I'm not gonna insert some happy, half-assed greeting like I always do after an extremely long period of blog-inactiveness. I figured that it got a little cliche, so I'm settling for a little bit of this *shows the finger*, and a little bit of those cookies I've been saving to celebrate my return to the warm, lazy life as it was before the MSTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo: MSTs? &lt;br /&gt;Solomon: Mid-Fucking-Semester Tests.&lt;br /&gt;Solo: Isn't that like, MFSTs? o_o&lt;br /&gt;Solomon: Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 3 papers. Ah yea. Shut up. I know. But throw in 4 pending assignments, and you can have your "thats not alot" back up your ass. But I'm not complaining, much. The first two papers I nailed easy, surprisingly enough. MDAD's (Multi-Tier-Applications-Development) and ISEC's (Internet Security) paper especially &lt;br /&gt;almost had me disappointed at the end of the day, when I was expecting much much more. You know. Can't answer half of the questions, but I try them anyway and hope the hell out of hope I pass, that kind of hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats where WEBA (Web-Applications Development) came in to save the day. Joy. Gonna forward this module, no questions asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres my assignments to worry about now. Which explains the lack of enthusiastic speech that usually follows all MSTers when the MSTs are done. Got a 2000-word business report I gotta get done by later today, a law report which I have no idea weather my teammate submitted yet, and a couple of programming projects all due within the next 2 weeks or so. Nice eh? Guess this is the part when I finally submit, bitch to God about how pitiful, desperate and hopeless I am right now, and pray that by His Almighty, magical hand, he'll make SP disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such hope is false, however. So I'm gonna skate tomorrow morning, pick up my new Cosplay costume from City Hall later in the day, and head down for a good, honest-to-gawd Aikido sweat session (the first one in 2 weeks) and then, dinner with my very annoying, yet lovable juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America. Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-5055316267092308306?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/5055316267092308306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=5055316267092308306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/5055316267092308306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/5055316267092308306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-my-40th-post-is-like-so.html' title='And my 40th post is like so.'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-1771732033849422519</id><published>2008-04-21T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:09:27.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I came, I sat, and I shat</title><content type='html'>On the first week of school alone, I learned many things about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a list of some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That taking on a position of authority doesn't mean everyone takes your crap&lt;br /&gt;- That FC4's baked rice still smells like shit after 2 months of holidays. Tastes like shit, too.&lt;br /&gt;- That two people can look at the exact same thing, and yet see something different&lt;br /&gt;- That no matter how much I try, some people will always be assholes&lt;br /&gt;- That if you start judging people, you are one of those assholes&lt;br /&gt;- That every single thing I do is ethical. Until I get caught.&lt;br /&gt;- That no one really gives a damned whether I sleep in class or not. Major plus plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been so-so. Same old people in class, though most of the more familiar people went over to Game Design (useless, imo), leaving me and my indonesian friend to rot with a bunch of people from the next class in Internet Security, which fortunately, I'm on friendly terms with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handling the new secretary position in the SPAikido committee pretty okay so far, tho I must say that the meetings, or what I call the "sit-down"s, are boring and gay. Mostly computer work, membership secretary work. And I'm at least semi-competent in the field. Yay for my 24/7 powered-on laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On realizing that nearly every module I have was related to programming, I told myself this: " Hey. You're the guy who got 2.5 GPA with just one week's worth of study. Don't think about how much you hate them codings. Think of the possibilities if you start now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sir. I don't want to. So fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible? I mean, shit, paying attention to ALL my lessons is a godamned dying pain. So there's no way I can grind my balls for 6 months straight and see the extent of these &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'possibilities'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping during Law and Ethics of IT? Justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping during Multi-Tier Applications Development? Justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping during Maths and Statistics? SLEEPING during MATHS? Oh my GOD. Fuck dude, how can you DO that? I mean, c'mon, its MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Its maths alright. And I'm your mother-in-law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-1771732033849422519?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1771732033849422519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=1771732033849422519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1771732033849422519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1771732033849422519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-came-i-sat-and-i-shat.html' title='I came, I sat, and I shat'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-1721469347620042677</id><published>2008-04-06T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:22:40.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yurameki!</title><content type='html'>I suddenly realise that is it yet again, another half a month since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifi says:&lt;br /&gt;you ARE a fat, lazy bastard x|&lt;br /&gt;Limit Xero says:&lt;br /&gt;my ankle is fucking itchy.&lt;br /&gt;Fifi says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But HEY, I also realized that I had almost NOTHING to blog about. My newly acquired obligations aside (and also the fact that school's reopening in a bit), there's nothing that you, reader, need to know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what? My birthday? Its on the 9th of April? Whatever made you think so? Tch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-changes topic- MY OBLIGATIONS. Yes, my *BEEP*ing obligations. Like I mentioned in the previous post, indeed, I have joined the cruel ranks of the SP Aikido community. As the 7th membership secretary in the history of my CCA, or rather, simply as a member of the community, I am henceforth REQUIRED to set an example for my lesser peers (which don't even amount to 5 non-community people, since like, 7612953932123495 people from my batch already left) and attend more Aikido sessions, to keep my techniques at their zenith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Uh. I recently graded for my brown belt in Aikido as well. Went well? Far from it. I was so freaking drained already when the grading session just hit the halfway mark. And to make things worse, my pants kept dropping. Yea, I know. Of all of the fucking times, eh? I figured that tying up a double knot would take too much time in the middle of grading, so I just settled for pulling my pants up every 3-4 techniques. Talk about retarded. It got so bad that I had to tie it up anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up a few locks, and most of the time I had to end up stealing a look to my right or left to confirm whether I was doing the correct technique. Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one of my sweet, beloved friends asked Sensei whether she could re-grade as she thought she didn't earn her brown, screwing up that many times, though technically, she passed it. I looked at her. And I looked at myself. Just when I thought it was over, my inner demons started clawing me from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEY LOL. I DON'T DESERVE IT EITHER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a whole two hours thinking it over last night. I wanted my brown so bad, but at the same time, I remembered telling myself something like eons ago that I didn't want to end up a half-assed senior, with half-assed skills and being a complete ass by being proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there was the more practical, down-to-earth side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look. Juniors are coming in soon, and you seriously don't want to be still wearing your blue-gold, do you? And if you refuse your brown now, you'll be caught up in something you fear more: getting left behind by your peers. Then what? Leave Aikido, as you did your other martial arts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sir, I don't want that either. Hell, I don't know what to do anymore, at that point. So I just went to sleep. On waking up this morning, and after a quiet moment's in church, I made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry says:&lt;br /&gt;so how?&lt;br /&gt;Limit Xero says:&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i'll just...&lt;br /&gt;Terry says:&lt;br /&gt;uhuh&lt;br /&gt;Limit Xero says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. yea, thats it. I'll just fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Terry says:&lt;br /&gt;sounds good. can i go off now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: I'll just do what I've always been doing. To not fucking think so far and just live a day at a time. Worries are for retards. Regrets are for dumbasses. And pedophiles can burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20pm. Dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-1721469347620042677?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1721469347620042677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=1721469347620042677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1721469347620042677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1721469347620042677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/04/yurameki.html' title='Yurameki!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-1457042845626529503</id><published>2008-03-15T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:13:57.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a good one.</title><content type='html'>No, I won't stick a IMEEM music box on my already-overfilled blog. Shut up. Stop asking. Damned. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or my reebok up your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has since been another lengthly period since I last blogged, though not as significant as previous ones. Why do I have the time to? Simple: I sprained my ankle. Yep. For all those who've been wondering exactly what was my most recent achievement's about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(as stated in the profile section)&lt;/span&gt;, yep. Its exactly as I put it out to be. I sprained my ankle on a 540 attempt. 68 kg &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Don't ask.)&lt;/span&gt; slamming down on one badly positioned ankle isn't something even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would find particularly impressive on a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Face it dude. You just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, no one's perfect, yo. And I find it ironic hearing that from a guy who bailed on his crotch just last weekend. God bless your kids, if you are gonna have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the cast and bandages are off, and the medicine's taken. So I should be fine by tomorrow, more or less. My school's CCA drive's just around the corner, and our newly-anointed president of the SP Aikido committee, Abel is pulling people in to do our CCA demo. So I can't afford to NOT be in my best. Truth be told, I found it at first, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flattering&lt;/span&gt; that he approached me. But then again, it's ABEL. Pushing all personal interests aside, I reminded him that there ARE better candidates amongst us, and that I should be one of the last he'll choose as honestly, I'm really slacked with the techniques nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lackadaisical attempts at defensive martial arts are pitiful, really. I'm starting to really wonder whether I'll go far in this shit. From gung-ho, son-of-a-bitch-schizo, flying wushu kicks, to going so far as to wait for the first hit, and even worse, hoping you learned a good counter for it? Not really my thing. But then again, thats what they &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; say in the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I remind myself that I had my fair share of the chicken pie, that I made my fair share of bitches during the 1 year in the CCA, and that I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am THAT fucking sure, though, that working at Seoul Gardens isn't as hell my cup of tea. My gay, juicy spleen for four fucking fifty an hour. God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Abel for president. Me for membership secretary. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-1457042845626529503?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1457042845626529503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=1457042845626529503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1457042845626529503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1457042845626529503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-good-one.html' title='Have a good one.'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-5184467335109506158</id><published>2008-03-11T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:26:52.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But?</title><content type='html'>But, indeed. Working at Seoul Gardens gets interesting as well. You can say it has an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; equal amount of positive effect on Solomon, yours truely, as much as it has negative. So that won't change the fact that I'm leaving at the end of March, or early April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, lets take a look at some of the more interesting stuff that happened at SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #014&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -stands and stones-&lt;br /&gt;Korean Guy: -motions over-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -snapping out of funk, walks over- Yes sir, how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Korean Guy: Deh soop is very bluhnd &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;Korean Guy: Suh can ei have sum sold?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wtf?) Sorry sir, can you repeat that?&lt;br /&gt;Korean Guy: Sum sold, pease.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah.&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;Korean Guy: Eu no, sold and pappar? o.o&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH, you need some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Korean Guy: Yar. Solded =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot emphasize how awkward am I around foreigners who try to speak english, and fail terribly. But it is SEOUL gardens after all. Yay for the korean company who gave me a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Case #037&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -walks pass a columbian tourist group-&lt;br /&gt;Tourist A: 'EY BOEI.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -turns back- Yes ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Tourist A: Gart meh sum solded.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (lolwth, not again) Sure. Brb ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist B: Halp meh gart plahte. Big big =]&lt;br /&gt;Me: No problem.&lt;br /&gt;(About 2 mins later)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Here's your salt ma'am. And your plate, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist B: Thunk ews.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist A: -sniffs salt- BOEI.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea?&lt;br /&gt;Tourist A: Dis nuht solded. &lt;br /&gt;Me: -looks at white stuff- Uh, yes it is, ma'am &gt;.o&lt;br /&gt;Tourist A: NUH. Change naw. Gib meh solded.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ......yes ma'am -takes bowl and takes a detour around the table-&lt;br /&gt;Tourist B: H'musta? Deoni ja heeeeeir, solded.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist A: Goon-loi heeir. Tak ar'ia.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist B: Goon-loi. SOLDED.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -about to walk out of listening range-&lt;br /&gt;Tourist A: BOEI.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (fuck.) -turns back- Yes ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Tourist A: Gibme dat.&lt;br /&gt;Me: .....right -hands over the solded-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncalled for. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff worth mentioning? Well, there was once this little girl who was holding a plate of spaghetti, and due to some disagreement with her father, she just stood on the spot and went "kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa x((((" while doing....you know, what some kids do. They turn their upper body to one side, and the lower body to the other. Left right left right left right. So the noodles in her plate went left, right flying as well. Which I promptly cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are ALOT of other stuff that I can mention, relating to customers. But I'd think my wonderful colleagues deserve a fair mention as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #065&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -is in kitchen preparing soup-&lt;br /&gt;Voice from behind: -walks pass- 'EY, Solo!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -turns around and sees Han, a full time worker- HEEEEEEEEEEY. Waddup man.&lt;br /&gt;Han: Yo yo yo! -does overenthusiastic rocker sign-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awesome!!!1 METAL FER LIFE &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;Han: METALLL!!!!!11one -even more enthusiastic rocker sign- &lt;br /&gt;*Phillip, another full time worker, walks into our overdramatic exchange*&lt;br /&gt;Phillip: -looks- o.o?&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;Han/Me: METALLLL!!!!!1 &gt;=DDDDDDD *extreme enthusiasm*&lt;br /&gt;Phillip: O.o&lt;br /&gt;Han/Me: =DDDDDDDDDDDDD &lt;br /&gt;-pause, take 5-&lt;br /&gt;Phillip: METALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!11 -bends over and does sign-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao, for those who work at SG that are reading this blog, yep, that was how the whole 'metal' thing started. Don't ask me why we do that everytime we past each other in the kitchen and after working-hours tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instinct, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, instinct. Metal for life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-5184467335109506158?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/5184467335109506158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=5184467335109506158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/5184467335109506158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/5184467335109506158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/03/but.html' title='But?'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-1531242367073716627</id><published>2008-03-08T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:20:45.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like bagel</title><content type='html'>HELLO! -insertsenthusiasm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over half a month since I last blogged. God knows I'm more lazy than busy to type up a new post nowadays. Seoul Gardens does take ALOT of shit out of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Oh. Right. I've been working at SG Marina Square for the past 1 month or so, for those ignorant. And before you start flooding in during my working hours to make my life hell, I'd like to inform you that I am very prone to shoving my newly bought rebok boots up people's asses nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday mood? Dude, its THAT good enough that my mood levels are reduced, but kept neutral ever since pay day, 29th Feb. The system at SG is screwed up. Like, majorly screwed up. Like how, you ask? Like, you know: almost every damned job out there gives you your dough at the end of the month, counting every hour and every incentive you rightfully earned. Right so far? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that SG is that one out of the million companies that pays part-timers at the END of the month, but counts your hours worked only from the 15th of the previous month, to the 15th of the current month. And I worked from the 31st of Jan, expecting a full month's worth of 600 bucks in my POSB savings( could have been an 8 or more, but due to my Bali vacation, and other reasons I will later elaborate, I missed quite a number of days off work ). And voila! 240 bucks was credited to my bank account. God bless Seoul Gardens and all its CEOs and Vice-Ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, sir. You made my day. Or days, plural. Days all the way to the actual 4 months I wanted to work at Seoul. Their idea of 'waiter's there are basically EVERYTHING there. Cashier, buffet counter, customer service, cleaner, cook, technical and physical laborers. And you'd think labor like taking 7 plates, 5 side plates, 5 bowls and 2 cups on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; hand and carrying a hot burning stove (you know, those black plates at soul gardens where u fry your meat on) with boiling soup on it, along with a dozen utensils and a flask full of garbage on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OTHER&lt;/span&gt; hand was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir. I love working at SG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-1531242367073716627?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1531242367073716627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=1531242367073716627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1531242367073716627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1531242367073716627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like-bagel.html' title='I like bagel'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-5918012507095859885</id><published>2008-02-14T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:25:42.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah Lee and En Do Neh Sia</title><content type='html'>What the previous post said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me man. ALOT of shit happened when I wasn't around, yea? Damned. You guys suck. If you needed my love in advance for that one week before I left, you could have just asked. "Ask, and you shall receive,", yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abel: How was your trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. The million dollar question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;σбεł       愛の翼 says:&lt;br /&gt;how was your trip&lt;br /&gt;Limit Xero says:&lt;br /&gt;on a scale of 1 to 10, id give it a 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ain't half bad, I know. Family reunions are always cool. Met up with one of my closer cousins (Vincent, you owe me some blank DVDs man), a couple of other relatives I haven't seen in years, taking over 3 airplane trips here and there, taking nauseating boat trips, etc etc. All of them, imo, fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Singapore =&gt; Indonesia, Batam =&gt;  Jakarta =&gt; Bali. And back again. Relatives all over Asia. Crazy stuff. But hey, it was an experience. Other shit worth mentioning? Uh. The food? Fattening. Fattening as hell. Like, buffets, shitloads of local food, candy every 5 mins fattening. And oh, I liked the 34 dollar fried rice. It was badly fucked rice, on a fucking small plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you appreciate rice all the more though. 2 bucks for a spoonful of rice makes you savor every damned morsel. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of cool scenery there. Sunsets, exotic beaches, random hotspots and all that. Alot of activities too. We so happen to stumble upon that festival where women all over the country head to a particular temple balancing a shitload of fruits on their heads. In all seriousness, I don't see how is it possible to balance that much fruit on their heads. Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booya for the fruit-balancing bali women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering. If it was as nice as it sounds, why did I give it a 10? Well sir, I'm about to get to that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Gay tour schedule. You'd think a holiday vacation out of country is one where you and sit back, enjoy the sights, suck up the air, eat and shit all you like. WRONG. As far as the sleeping part is concerned, that is. We get nearly zero free-and-easy time, yo. Shizz ends at 9, and we have to wake up at 7 the next day to head to the next location. Tiring shit. Also, I brought my laptop for nuts. And having to lug around something you don't use for 7 days ain't fun, I assure you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. I get poked every 5 mins. Vera goes like:" HAIYA *poke/stab/fakepunch/push* " that often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not much of a reason. Personally I found it entertaining anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO, two. Massive sunburns. Forearm and face. Fried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: I thought you had a phobia for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit. But I wasn't swimming anyway. Far from it. I was FLYING above the water. Yea, you guessed it. I was doing that parachute thingy, with a speedboat dragging me around. Feet dangling 400m up in the air is some insane vertigo shit. I loved it anyway. But as a result of half an hour baking in the sun WITHOUT moisture, I got fried. Now my skin's peeling like gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. I got sick. Stupid sinus acting up. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compared to what you guys had to suck up when I was away, but c'mon, I'm on vacation here. Where's the love in having red and peeling skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, I have to work later today during Valentine's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-5918012507095859885?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/5918012507095859885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=5918012507095859885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/5918012507095859885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/5918012507095859885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/02/bah-lee-and-en-do-neh-sia.html' title='Bah Lee and En Do Neh Sia'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-4994384802206959075</id><published>2008-02-14T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:35:50.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-4994384802206959075?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4994384802206959075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=4994384802206959075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4994384802206959075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4994384802206959075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/02/dude.html' title='Dude!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-4428845126818647348</id><published>2008-02-06T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:33:59.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy!</title><content type='html'>What I'm I doing at Habourfront centre, sitting on the floor, using a power access point in the middle of nowhere and using SGWireless, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading back to Indonesia, thats what. And waiting for the ferry for a bloody 2 hours ain't my idea of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanna inform you guys, whether you care or not, that I'll be away for a whole week. That's right, a whole week with no TV, no rollerblading, and no fucking internet connection. Yea you heard me. NO MSN (like I care anyway), NO online manga (fuck), NO free streaming anime (double fuck), NO online gaming (triple that), and damned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CLAIRE. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!111oneoneeleven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem* So yea, I'll be at Indonesia. And Jakarta after that till Wednesday, 13th of Feb. Miss me all you want, and don't get into trouble without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is Claire anyway &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-4428845126818647348?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4428845126818647348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=4428845126818647348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4428845126818647348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4428845126818647348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/02/joy.html' title='Joy!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-444771287265842004</id><published>2008-02-05T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:25:45.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love knows no gender</title><content type='html'>I think my homosexual tendencies are getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its day 3 of the 2 month EOS vacation, and I can't say I'm really enjoying it much. For starters, I know I fucking screwed my last paper up. 6 freaking credit points and I failed to nail at least 2 questions, and thats like an easy 50 marks gone already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed, Solomon. I hope you have a nice day in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All papers aside, there have been quite a number of incidents that have also been a massive source of depression (for the past few days that is) as well. I believe I haven't mentioned her before, but there's always this indian lady who cleans up my flat's corridors every morning. So I see alot of her before I head to school. Usually I greet her with a friendly "good morning! -insertraresmilehere-" whenever I happen to pass her and stuff, and usually she replies vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just a couple of weeks back, there was this once when I ended up with her in the lift. Exactly this, word for word, happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Gud morneng! =]&lt;br /&gt;Me: Morninggg =D&lt;br /&gt;*lift door closes*&lt;br /&gt;-silence for a couple of seconds-&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: 'Ey&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hm?&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: I wanted teh ask eu arh, for sum time aleadi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pausefordramaticeffect-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Eu boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;-slightpause-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whaddya think?&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: (immediately, spontaneously, whateverly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl lor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw c'mon, hair aside, do I look very FEMININE to you? Doesn't my leg hair make a big enough statement? Do my broad shoulders and flat chest NOT advertise my already prominent manliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert background scene, coffee shop. Characters of the play: Joel, Justin, Solomon. Activity: Drinking sugar cane juice with much enthusiasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Laughter-&lt;br /&gt;Joel: Really? Ahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;-Frombehind-&lt;br /&gt;Random auntie: Xiao jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*group ignores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea man. Then-&lt;br /&gt;Random auntie: XIAO JIE.&lt;br /&gt;Me:(finally taking note of the auntie) ahahahahaha, I think she's calling you man, Joel. Ownnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;-random auntie finally walks over to clear cups and plates-&lt;br /&gt;Random auntie: *looks at me* Oh -laughs-, pai sei pai sei, solli ah, boy. Wo e wei ni shi nu hai zi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough translation: Oh -laughs-, my bad my bad, kid. I thought you were a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you aunties and all you other middle aged women of Singapore. You make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know. Just to show how even more gay I can get, I'm gonna grow a ponytail and tie back my hair. Maybe grow a couple of moobs, and wear pink, figure hugging clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget the push-up bras and ass hugging shorts. Kinkiness is always a bonus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-444771287265842004?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/444771287265842004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=444771287265842004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/444771287265842004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/444771287265842004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-knows-no-gender.html' title='Love knows no gender'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-827382939760265236</id><published>2008-01-29T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T04:20:22.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How d'ya start this again?</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what or why am I up so early in the morning doing this crappy post, nor do I even know why I even bother to change my blogskin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai: Cuz you have no life, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'been another whole, what, week? Month? Or whatevers since I last blogged. Probably due to the intensity of the shit that's still up, till now. For most of us that is. I still got one big fat paper. (Took one major one today as well. Felt that I did pretty okay for it though) The core module of the course I'm taking. Weighing a whooping 6/7 credits; The Visual Basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basics? My ass. This stuff owned so bloody badly during the mid-sems that its not even funny anymore. I scored a 40 (give or take) for the BASICS of a supposedly simple module. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the part when usually someone starts laughing and exclaims loudly that I fail at life. Well sir, thats no surprise. I hate coding (though appearances suggest otherwise) and I've always leaned more to the design side of IT. Don't ask me why I'm not in Digital Media. I got no damned clue why I'm here either. But hey, I made my fair share of good friends here, and I wouldn't have wanted shit any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 days to mug. 2 months of slack to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai: Then do your core module some justice and start friggin studying already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Yea. Of course I'm trying. But the lack of motivation gets to me sometimes, eh? Anyway, I'm shit tired -looksattime- Its 4am in the morning, Tuesday. I'll further elaborate on stuff that happened the past few days (alllllllllll papers aside) in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-827382939760265236?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/827382939760265236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=827382939760265236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/827382939760265236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/827382939760265236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-dya-start-this-again.html' title='How d&apos;ya start this again?'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-7568858936108766657</id><published>2007-12-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:28:00.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite animal is beef</title><content type='html'>Due to the absolutely OVERWHELMING response of my fans, I decided to make a comeback to blogspot and start posting again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to those who thought I was already dead, and for the immense amount of frustration this shit has caused them. But for the sake of the people who are bored, and wish to have a place to turn to for a mildly offensive, yet entertaining read, I must once again disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Nice start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life during the EOY vacation? Nothing much. Just spent the time reading a hell lot of manga (Air Gear, One Piece, Full Metal Panic, Shuffle!, etc etc) and gaming. I was, however, convinced by a close friend of mine to get a new pair of aggressive skates. A whooping 300+ SG. Not my idea of cheap. Especially when I can easily get like, oh, I don't know, 4 or 5 xbox 360 games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, personally, I think I need to get out of the house more often. Really. Fats are stacking up and the flabs are really getting to my cheeks. Yea, I know. Of all of the DAMNED places. Probably gonna get alot more bruises and broken ankles out of this high-risk, spill-your-guts sport. All in good fun, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was cool. 'Rents got me and bro a new game. Got a pair of fantastic looking drum sticks from my boy Abel. Choker and ring from Sylvia. Shirt from God-knows-who (bless him/her, anyway), some hand lotion (its useful, really o.o), a brilliant book by King and a kick up the ass. And oh, brownies from Yu Tian =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am very, very aware that its new year's eve. I'm not THAT slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Bull. You haven't even touched your vacation homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the reminder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-7568858936108766657?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/7568858936108766657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=7568858936108766657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7568858936108766657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7568858936108766657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-favorite-animal-is-beef.html' title='My favorite animal is beef'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-7652614272061747637</id><published>2007-11-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:44:00.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thank God for small blessings like that</title><content type='html'>Someone explain to me why I get tired so easily nowadays. It sucks massive balls to just go ".....doooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ._." in the middle of a good game. Not during VB lessons, but a damned game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about school assignments..........well, I got a massive VB (which I suck equally massively at) project I need to finish by January. Major Human Resources assignment that takes up a big percentage of my overall coming up s'well. And a big CRS debate/assignment tomorrow. And oh, a spastic TBCM presentation I need to do on Thursday also. All of that, and I'm not even bothering to lift a finger to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an all new low, even for the likes of me. lol &gt;_&gt; Never knew good ol' Solo would be this lazy eh? Well, now you do. Yay -confetti- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai: "What about the stuff that happened the past few days? Tell em. TELL EM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. I thought you'd never ask. Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY. All usual Monday blues aside, I had a pretty normal day. Oh, I did witness the aftermath of a fight between a bunch of old men near the bus stop at Hougang Mall on the way to school. Old man 1 was all bloodied in the head, and the Old man 2 was being restrained by some other people. All the others were sorta talking and half-yelling at one another. Talk about settling old differences. Lol. I would have loved to stay back and watch with the other 20 something spectators who weren't doing shit to help, but I had to rush to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries tho, since I heard someone going "....yes, yes. I'm at Hougang Ave 8, opposite the bus interchange. Two men in their 60s or so were fighting..." on her phone. Best leave the scene before the authorities come, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced Marcus and Zhi Cong to skip their IWGD lessons to do some project work together. Which they did. But I spent half the time trying to fix a friend's laptop, which had a massive overdose of malware (Overdose as in a 4 figure amount of those damned things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: "You contradicting bastard. Go die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay fine, he didn't actually say that, but the meaning's there eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikido straight after that. Old moves and such. Slams. -shrugg- But we did stay back for quite a while as the karate club people weren't there to take over the mats. So it was alot of extra high flying rolling (I did a fucking sweet diving roll over 2 of my aikido mates stacked on top of each other =D), random kicks, spastic slapping games and sparring matches. Fun xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up having no dinner at all since it was bloody late. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY. I lost all my thumbdrive stuff due to a sick ass infection I got from that same laptop I was saving. Funny shit. lol. 3 months worth of notes gone is definitely the kind of stuff that makes you wanna go shoot yourself in the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects and stuff. Slacking here and there. Typing this long-due blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave for bagel. NAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-7652614272061747637?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/7652614272061747637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=7652614272061747637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7652614272061747637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7652614272061747637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-thank-god-for-small-blessings-like.html' title='I thank God for small blessings like that'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-17595543821029004</id><published>2007-11-22T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:39:44.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>S'been awhile since I last blogged. Again, I know &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverted my blog back to it's old skin due to the massive amount of problems its been giving my viewers. Bleh, there goes my 7 hours of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to (again) cut the long story short, this is what happened for the past week or so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't remember jack shit at the moment. Worst mood I've ever been in. Yea, even worse than the time when my xbox went into a perma-overheat condition. Mind's so fucking clouded. Don't ask me why. I don't bloody know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I DO remember is that I secured a couple of 3 month old hamsters (winter-white hybrids) from Shearn, since he some to give away. And that Calvin said that I ALSO secured a 70 odd for my DBMS paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my one month of no-meat fast is over. So I should be happy and celebrating, yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-17595543821029004?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/17595543821029004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=17595543821029004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/17595543821029004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/17595543821029004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/11/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-4083319363022477580</id><published>2007-11-12T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:40:41.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again man. AHH</title><content type='html'>Shit. Its that time of year again. Where suddenly I start to question about my life. Am I making everyday count? Am I doing something purposeful? Am I of any importance to the world at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I s'pose this is the part when I'm supposed to go through a dramatic change and become a better person, yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Nothing of the sort WILL ever happen. Feelings and doubts like that come and go. I'm not exactly satisfied with the way I handle things now, but I like who I am. I like my life, I love my family, I love my friends. I even love my eternal irritant of a brother, who enjoys making my life hell whenever he can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: "But you fucking bitch about life every damn opportunity you get,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, if I was ever serious about everything I ever blogged, or SAID for that matter, the world must be a really shitty place to live in. Life's just a game. And I'm fine with my current high-score. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, intend to put a little more effort into my studies. A 60-odd for my network fundamentals module is downright pathetic. Even if I only spent less than an hour studying the powerpoint slides (just before the exam), thats no excuse either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm getting the results for the MST papers I sat for last week over the next few days, starting off with NETF. School went pretty normally for a monday morning. I even attended my friends' IWGD (Photoshop lessons) class for the fun of it, since I had time to burn before going for Aikido. And it WAS fun. Cuz even with the few years odd of photoshop experience, I got stuck on a question. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikido. Flips. Slams. Couple of new techniques. Matthew with the massive screw-up. Yu Tian with the flying specs. Kok inflicting massive pain on me with his unorthodox aikido shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, it was still Yu Tian. With her lost ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life never gets old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-4083319363022477580?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4083319363022477580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=4083319363022477580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4083319363022477580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4083319363022477580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-again-man-ahh.html' title='Not again man. AHH'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-6501431772359340329</id><published>2007-11-08T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:58:06.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No its not</title><content type='html'>You think this skin is gay? If yes, then yea, totally agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, then thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original skin's by Cyn. John takes some credit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else, the chibis and pics, I did by myself (took about 4 hours to put em up, 1 to photoshop all of em to my liking, another 2 to correct and perfect how it looks on my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its 10 mins before midnight. I hope all of you burn in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-6501431772359340329?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6501431772359340329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=6501431772359340329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6501431772359340329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6501431772359340329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-its-not.html' title='No its not'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-6768588352165710590</id><published>2007-11-06T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:28:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM! Where's your head now eh, bitch?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's DBMS (Database Management Systems) paper went pretty well. It was THAT much easier than the sample one I did just before the actual one. Stupid sample made me lose  that much confidence too. You have no idea how much it sucks to THINK you've prepared well for a test, only to find out you can't answer half the questions in a past-year paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to answer all of the questions anyway. Felt good about it. Came out of the classroom boasting to my classmates (of whom half left halfway through the test and were waiting outside for the rest to finish) that it was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo: -opens door- Sia LA *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Suryadi: So how was it eh?&lt;br /&gt;Joel: Hard right?&lt;br /&gt;Solo: No what. Found it quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;Half of the class: o.0"&lt;br /&gt;Enqi: -insertdialoguethatididntreallyhearproperly-&lt;br /&gt;Solo: *shrugg* Well, at least I know I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;Enqi: Because of people like you right, our marks will be moderated the wrong way, AND-insertalotmoredialoguethatifoundprettyintimidating- *pout*&lt;br /&gt;Solo: *shruggs again* &lt;br /&gt;Enqi: *looks*&lt;br /&gt;Solo: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side note: If I manage to answer all the questions for a certain paper, I'd say its EASY. I didn't say I'll score for it. So don't kill me when my marks turned out half-assed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Aikido after that, with every intention of studying while the others were flipping each other. Somehow or someway, I ended up wasting a whole hour watching them. Yep. I'm that easily distracted ._. But it was damned funny to watch them la. How can you resist seeing Sensei throw people around like teddy bears? And Wee Yu was practically flying 7 feet every time he got flipped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Of course I took a video of it. Wanna see? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after a funny bonding session over dinner. Had a rather refreshing chat with a friend for a couple of hours. Slept. Woke up half an hour after the alarm went off. Rushed to school. Ended up blogging this post instead of reading my notes, exactly half an hour before my PCT paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I thank God for giving me a personality like that. MSNing and blogging happily minutes before a test never gets old, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Got cookies from Yu Tian for dinner =3 Gotta thank God for awesome friends like that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-6768588352165710590?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6768588352165710590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=6768588352165710590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6768588352165710590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6768588352165710590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/11/boom-wheres-your-head-now-eh-bitch.html' title='BOOM! Where&apos;s your head now eh, bitch?'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-900680872256002727</id><published>2007-10-31T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:32:51.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're kidding</title><content type='html'>This is hopeless. I can't find the bloody motivation to do my e-learning assignments. And when I head to school in hopes of getting at least SOMETHING done, Imran juuuust had to play his shit in front of me. Didn't help that I get very distracted easily, really. So I spent 6 hours in school doing practically nothing, with only an hour on skimming through powerpoint slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wake me up when we get back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-900680872256002727?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/900680872256002727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=900680872256002727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/900680872256002727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/900680872256002727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-kidding.html' title='You&apos;re kidding'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-1475970766461519481</id><published>2007-10-30T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:01:49.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like that</title><content type='html'>(Massive edit: Was extremely tired yesterday and I couldn't make a proper post. Will redo some shit now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from the Aikido leadership training camp (LTC). Dead tired and frustrated. Really, really frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we are now having holidays that are only unique to Singapore Polytechnic: the E-Learning week. Supposedly for study purposes, since its right before most of our mid-semester tests (MSTs). But poly students being poly students, none of us would really give that much of a shit. And Solomon being Solomon, he is only half-aware that the MSTs are just next week. So he decided to camp it out in school for a precious 3 days and nights cuz he's too lazy to study =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aikido LTC camp was somewhat of a disappointment, as I, like a few of the others, agree that it wasn't packed full of activities like ALL LTC camps should have. You know, to keep us occupied with group activities or they can't really gauge and select the next batch of community members to lead the CCA. And stuff like that. But hey, I ain't complaining much cuz personally, I had fun. Bonding here and there, a few good laughs, and lots of vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, for the ignorant, I started on a no-meat diet about a week back. Was supposed to be part of a bet with Yu Tian, but with no money involved. Yea, I know. The irony of it. Don't even ask me why I started the bet in the first place ._. Spur of the moment thing? I'd say so. S'been only a week and I'm already having hallucinations. Dang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all good fun though. And I have to diet out my chubbiness anyway, no thanks to the people who pointed out that I was getting fat. Also, it didn't help that we had a BBQ on the last night of camp &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things really worth noting during camp was that our Fishcake won a 16-man Pepsi Cola game. And that I somehow ended up pairing with her for the night walk. Best nightwalk I had in ages though, as the seniors actually planned it right this time. Rubina's outfit was kinda uncalled for though. And oh, we started on the Aikido banner as well, since the CCA drive's just around the corner. I only did the base layout of the banner since I wasn't confident on drawings anywhere other than on paper. Other than that, it was a hell lot of random games. And randomness from random aikido people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp ended off with a special 4-hour training. We started flipping immediately after the usual formalities, for a solid 3 and a half hours. Extra half an hour was done after training. Sparred with Kok. Got out with a couple of big ass bruises, with one literally near my ass. Now I can't walk 5 steps without my knee buckling. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand a rematch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-1475970766461519481?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1475970766461519481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=1475970766461519481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1475970766461519481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1475970766461519481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/10/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s like that'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-6627448917038019063</id><published>2007-10-24T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:16:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I has a flying kick.</title><content type='html'>Hello all. Hello hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'been a awesome 3 days of school this week. And how, HOW could someone like Solomon ever, ever have perfect days, 3 in a row, you wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats because I don't. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicked started off to an amazing Monday, with me full of energy thanks to a very satisfying 9 hours of sleep (wow, thats a first). Also thanks to that 9-hour sleep, I missed my first class. Which is a PCTechnology lecture if I'm not wrong. Attended the class after that. Drained half my total reserve energy in just one hour. And before we even had our lunch break, I was already drooling all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for sleeping 4 hours more than usual. Think my internal clock got fried shortly after the June holidays due to my excessively irregular sleeping hours. That would explain why I almost always tired. Look tired too. Yu Tian said I looked as if I could murder someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the people who actually take note of my facial expressions, THATS as neutral as my face can get (yes people, Solomon finds it a bitch to smile all the time). I'm still friendly when I'm tired though. I won't bite. Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, we got to COMPLETELY dismantle PCs during PCTech practical that day! =D The only shitty thing was that we had to assemble it immediately after. Fuck. lol. We tore and stripped the CPU down so fast (in about 5 mins) that we didn't take note of where went where. So we took a while to fix it back (took about 4 times as long). But it was fun. Went off an hour early to do some Ah-kee-dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened much during training itself, 'cept that I was forced to wear a white-belt as I forgot to bring my blue-gold. The funniest shit happened AFTER Aikido though. Wee Yu, Benedict and and Kevin saw the whole shit. I think it was either a open hand slap or just a chop. Either way, Joel was flying at me when he smashed into my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. Wasn't intentional of course, as he wanted to aim for......someplace else. He couldn't change directions in mid-air anyway, so he ended up karate chopping my neck (right in the apple). Which concaved my windpipes, and I couldn't breathe for about half a minute or so. Ben said my whole face turned blood red during that 20 secs or so, and I made those weird whiny, gasping noises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else seemed to have noticed, though I was hoping someone videoed the whole thing xP I mean, c'mon, its not everyday you see a 1.6er completely disable a 1.8er. And Joel, seriously, you don't have to feel bad about it. Shit happens bro. I wouldn't guarantee you your safety for the next few days though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was one of those normalish days I rarely have. Decided to screw CRS assignment and do it the following morning instead. So I slept at 10, intending to wake up at 5 the following morning. And surprise! I woke up a full 2 hours after the alarm went off. Had about half an hour to finish a 450 word essay. Did so. Left for school, and again, missing the first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, my 'live-a-day-at-a-time, worries-are-for-tomorrow' attitude is gonna get me into some serious shit someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-6627448917038019063?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6627448917038019063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=6627448917038019063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6627448917038019063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6627448917038019063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-has-flying-kick.html' title='I has a flying kick.'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-7341756569748583985</id><published>2007-10-20T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:45:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like that</title><content type='html'>Today sucked. Offended a friend. Teacher complained to my 'rents in the parent-teacher meeting that I always looked brain-dead in his classes. Lost in a tournament before I could get anything good. Tripped on my bolster and knocked my head on the TV in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: "Fuck. You hit your head on everything."&lt;br /&gt;Solo: "So its my fault the bolster was on the floor?"&lt;br /&gt;Jin: "Pretty much, ya. I should just take your head for myself, since you hate it so much."&lt;br /&gt;Solo: "Be obliged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo 3 competition was crap. I fell short of 3 places behind getting a free limited edition tagger bag (easily worth around 150 bucks), since only the top 25 people get em. Man, why didn't they make it top 30 instead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I did get one of the really cool Halo posters. Heard there were only 500 of its kind in the world, so it felt kinda good to own one. Got a awesome dogtag along with it. Met up with alot of friends I haven't seen in a long time as well, so I guess it wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 'cher informed my parents of my in-school habits. And thats not a good thing. C'mon, I mean, was it wrong to look sleepy in boring classes? No offense to Calvin, since he's a really cool teacher and all, but the module he teaches is dead boring. And why does a interesting teacher like him teach such a boring module? My mom asked him and he said: " Precisely that its so boring, that no one wants to specialize in it or teach it. So I CHOSE to find it interesting, and specialize in it. And since there are so few people in that department, they need me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart. I never thought of things the way he does before, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I wanna apologize to a good friend whom I unknowingly hurt. It was wrong of me to rush an sms reply back when the topic was on a sensitive issue, no matter what I was doing at the moment. It was only after the reply when I realized my choice of words was wrong, and that if I were the person on the receiving end, I would have probably misinterpreted it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost someone really close to me not too long ago, and putting myself in that person's shoes......yea, it was just plain insensitive of me to put my shit that way. So I just wanna say that I'm really, really sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-7341756569748583985?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/7341756569748583985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=7341756569748583985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7341756569748583985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7341756569748583985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-7339092597550829497</id><published>2007-10-17T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:53:42.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I beri fool aledy. Den I whomit.</title><content type='html'>Some lecturers have shit for brains. I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember IDEAs? That module I took that involves designing stuff and improving businesses and all that shit? Yea. Yu Tian was pretty full up on the projects that were piling up in the new semester. So I volunteered to help out a little with her IDEAs, since she was having the slightest bit of trouble designing the object she wanted in ZBrush (that 3D design program). Basically the idea was to create an original, multipurpose object that can be used in everyday life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Tian: ohh i know i know. TEDDY BEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MSN display picture's fault? I'd say so. But thats not the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heres what I came up with: http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/2412/finalbeartf4.png&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started with the base head and torso. I just finished it up. Looks okay right? And guess what she got during presentation? A big ass sneer and a look that said (quote right from her blog) 'can-you-gimme-more-original-stuff-please-this-is-so-corny'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compared to the shit that came in a 4 hit combo last week, but still definitely something that makes your day. Fuck. Original or not, it was a job well done. And the bear's many, many cool functions she came up with? At least give her credit for it. And if a bear with a USB port in the ass isn't creative, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Sorry. Had to get it off my chest. I get a little sensitive when my work gets shit like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got class now. Will bitch more later at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-7339092597550829497?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/7339092597550829497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=7339092597550829497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7339092597550829497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7339092597550829497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-beri-fool-aledy-den-i-whomit.html' title='I beri fool aledy. Den I whomit.'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-3065730231987155797</id><published>2007-10-11T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:30:01.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they say that shit comes in threes</title><content type='html'>Wow, Solomon's been blogging actively as of lately, huh? No surprise there. Cuz as of that 'lately', Solomon's got alot of shit he can bitch about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past weekend: Massive headache. Felt like shit. Skipped church.&lt;br /&gt;Just this past Monday: An even bigger headache as a result of bus &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;88&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-signpost head smash.&lt;br /&gt;Just this past Wednesday: Brain was having spasms. Pulsing head pains for the entire day. Yu Tian suggested that it could be migraine. I suggested that it would either subside within a couple of days, or I would die within that couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they always say about tragedies. That they always come in 3s. Or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS expecting more shit to happen in the next few days, as my head pains won't just disappear like that. What I didn't count on was a follow-up 'tragedy' straight after, or rather, DURING the Wednesday fiasco: I lost my handphone in a bus. Must have slipped out of my damned pocket while I was sleeping. Major bummer, eh? Just when I wanted to sell that samsung handphone I won during the World Cyber Games too (as a result of 2nd place). Turns out I have to use it. Tch. 200 odd bucks gone like that. Where's the justice in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what really, really amuses me? The bus was a fucking &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;88&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I will be, however, using the same number as before. So don't flood me with PMs for my new number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-3065730231987155797?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/3065730231987155797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=3065730231987155797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/3065730231987155797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/3065730231987155797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-they-say-that-shit-comes-in-threes.html' title='And they say that shit comes in threes'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-2224582434986995869</id><published>2007-10-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:28:47.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf I do that for?</title><content type='html'>Not like I had a choice, foo'. Its not like I WANTED to smash into that sign post. Goddammit. Fuck. Sign post? Felt more like a damned 18-wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache from yesterday + Sign Post = Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Monday, eh? Never gets old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it being a Monday, I hardly paid attention to any of the classes I had, 'cept for PCTechnology, which I found moderately entertaining. I actually did ALL the tutorial questions and answered all of them correctly (wtf). But I had to leave class an hour early as I didn't wanna be late for Aikido training. And also because I managed to persuade a classmate to join the CCA. Ya know Joel Quek? The short and feisty one? That kid at one-six? Yep. I shit you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I've seen people his height totally dominating dudes twice his size. Whats that metaphor again? Big things come in small packages? Yea, thats the one. Typical of people to stereotype others based on body mass. I mean, c'mon, look at me. I'm a pacifist (by nature). But because of the fact that I'm one-eight and have half my face covered by my fringe, people think I'm an emo cunt who eats babies. Hell, I've seen enough of short and small people to assume that 50% of em are crazy enough to jump on you and bite your lips off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throw that 50% of short people into Aikido, and voila! You have small and crazy shits with kung-fu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, he's just gonna join me for Aikido, and I'm just happy to have one more friendly face during training. Whatever his or her size is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old stuff in Aikido. Couple of new moves. Wore the blue-gold belt for the first time. Felt good. Stocked up on fats at KFC together with my Aikido bitches. Emo-ed the way home due to my headache. Smashed into a bus 88 sign post immediately after I got off the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my day ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Singapore lost in the early rounds in the World Cyber Games (Gears of War) at Seattle. I feel like shit now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-2224582434986995869?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2224582434986995869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=2224582434986995869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2224582434986995869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2224582434986995869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/10/wtf-i-do-that-for.html' title='Wtf I do that for?'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-2865870850465980719</id><published>2007-10-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:27:24.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just got served</title><content type='html'>Finally back after my month's break from blogging. And no it wasn't because school started. Not because of Halo 3 either (Yea you heard me. Halo THREE) And it was definitely not because of my laziness either. Nope. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, alot of shit happened since I last posted. Took up Human Resource Practices as a GEMs module (sorta like an elective subject) for this semester. Not because I wanted to. But I figured I had to take a business elective sooner or later, so I sucked it up and went for it. Turns out I actually like the class. Even made some new friends and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I wanted to? Why? Cuz I fucking missed the first day of registration, thats why. Still, who woulda've guessed that all 15 psychology classes would have been gone within 10 minutes of open registration? Gay stuff. But hey, I'm happy with my current elective and the people I met there, so I'll just have to settle for camping the bloody school website next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must be thinking: Wasn't Solomon looking forward to taking psychology classes in school for months? Where's all the angst? Where are the dead penguins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, because on September 25th at 1342hrs, I discovered Halo 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old news, but yes, Solomon has a limited edition of Halo 3, the long-awaited epic end to the trilogy! AND NONE OF YOU DO. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It was that damned awesome. IS awesome. Past tense cuz I long finished the game on its hardest difficulty (which I found intense and borderline insane, but enjoyable all the same), present cuz I haven't touched Halo 3 online yet. Not since beta anyway. Huh? What? Is the game that much of a good one as everyone expected it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Well sir, I can tell you this: It was worth the year-long wait. It was worth the money. It was worth the time. It IS worth the time. And every hour of sleep I am to miss because of this fucked up piece of shit, bloody worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much post-Halo 3 hype. Save for the Aikido grading I went, which went well and earned me a blue-gold belt. If I keep this up I should reach black by the end of my 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it for now. I'd love to bitch about the new modules/subjects I took up this semester, but I'll just save it for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. And Halo 3. THREE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-2865870850465980719?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2865870850465980719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=2865870850465980719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2865870850465980719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2865870850465980719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-just-got-served.html' title='You just got served'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-1680705227569315413</id><published>2007-09-11T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:46:20.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry on, carry on</title><content type='html'>I swear I'm getting lazier by the day. Bloody holidays. Saps all the fight out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong though. I ain't exactly wishing for school to start again. Not really. I think. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insertdramaticpause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay fuck, I do wish for it to start again (yea, sue me). Apparently I can't handle too much free time, however awesome the 2 hour workout sessions I have everyday and the non-finite hours of solid reading/gaming. Hanging around like that gives me that sense of uselessness, which imo, not a nice feeling. Call me crazy, but the whole orderly and organized-ish life in school actually gives me a sense of security. Gives me a sense of purpose, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I would have totally enjoyed lazing around like that. Not anymore. At least not in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing happened much in the last few days (or days since I last blogged), apart from joining another band, which is still unnamed. Along with Found8tionless and Rosemary, the ones I'm in amounts up to 3. No I'm not overly-ambitious. Rather, I would call it...say...broadening my horizons? Something like that. Since one plays along the lines of metal, the other indie music and the last one possibly rock/j-rock, I wouldn't actually deem it disloyalty to any of the bands. Since none of them mind anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of both worlds, eh? Or best of all 3 worlds. Make that 4. Since I made alot of new friends that came with joining the bands. All of them awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I read alot of Stephan King as of lately as well. And Jeffrey Deaver. Imo the best writers in the world. One writes plots so obscure that it can circle around you and slap you in the face, the other with plots so fast and insane, that it slaps you in the face first, then it goes around the world and punches you at the back of your head. So its horror/thriller and thrillers at its best. My recommendation: Head down to your nearest library and pick up their books asap. You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment not like how a 11-year old felt after I rejected her. But thats another story altogether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-1680705227569315413?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1680705227569315413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=1680705227569315413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1680705227569315413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1680705227569315413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/09/carry-on-carry-on.html' title='Carry on, carry on'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-6526283188902608898</id><published>2007-09-03T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:40:40.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned</title><content type='html'>I skipped church and slept the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, thats about it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I ate chinese biscuits for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-6526283188902608898?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6526283188902608898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=6526283188902608898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6526283188902608898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6526283188902608898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/09/damned.html' title='Damned'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-7674043114539869690</id><published>2007-09-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:27:37.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir!</title><content type='html'>Apologies for not being active. Been rather busy and stuff, ever since the exams were over (hell yes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't recall for shit ALL that had happened in the last 10 days or so, I'll just go through it in brief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went through hell for the last week of the exams, reason being that Java-programming, aside from maths, was a subject I least enjoyed. Whoever came up with the idea of having OOPG theory exams is a bloody retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went for a friend's (Andy) class chalet and stayed overnight. I can't say that it was exceptionally fun in any way, but hey, I enjoyed myself. Somewhat. And oh, Andy's classmate, one of the girls saw something that she wasn't suppose to see. I suppose details aren't needed for something like that ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spent a rather relaxing 3-day weekend after (throw in the friday) at home playing chess with my little bro, watching tv and having family fun, before going off to another chalet, organized by our Aikido seniors. Was also fun, playing truth and dare, doing night walks and pizza and all that usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as tempting as it was (being an Aikido-organized outing and all), we did not smack and flip each other around during the 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tried for a job as a waiter in a hotel restaurant. Didn't go very well. Mostly because I had to cut my freaking hair. Knowing myself, I would definitely suffer from severe depression if my fringe were to go missing one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Grabbed a exclusive Halo 3 long-sleeved T at the event at Funan today. Saw a rather short Master Chief along with a even more unconvincing Sergent Johnson. The rocket launcher and the spartan laser was pretty okay though, I guess. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a long holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that we're gonna get our results at the end of it, I fucking hope it stays long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-7674043114539869690?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/7674043114539869690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=7674043114539869690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7674043114539869690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/7674043114539869690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/09/sir.html' title='Sir!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-6600410754471161462</id><published>2007-08-20T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:50:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kah-fwump</title><content type='html'>Waking up to a flu, a fever, a headache and a incredibly sore throat never fails to remind me how great life is. Lol. I hardly ever get sick, but when I do, it gathers all that few months worth of disease, just to slap it in my face on a random Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for little blessings like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the past couple of days went pass rather uneventfully, save for the random china guy that came up to me on the way home, looking all tired and forlorn, saying that he walked from Boon Lay all the way to Hougang and bitching about all the people that refused to help him even though he offered to take their numbers and repay them somehow. So I gave him a 5. What was I supposed to do? Tell him to fuck off and go con someone else? He looked pitiful as hell anyway, torn shirt and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the rush hour during Sunday morning. I was practically scrambling to finish my Lamborghini car prop for Sunday class drama in church. Not my idea of fun to be cutting cardboard and drawing a near-life-sized car when I could be sleeping instead, but hey, it was for the kids, I guess xD And the drama performance was great~ Some of the kids even memorized their lines. Pretty cool to see that we're gonna have a new generation of talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Iggy (close friend of mine) came over yesterday and we went on a movie binge. Watched like 5 movies straight &gt;_&gt; T'was all good though, since I haven't seen the boy in a long time. Can't wait for him to come over to Singapore Poly man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. Gonna do some study time with my friends now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-6600410754471161462?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6600410754471161462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=6600410754471161462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6600410754471161462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6600410754471161462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/08/kah-fwump.html' title='Kah-fwump'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-703978733736300773</id><published>2007-08-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:53:46.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xie xie ni, da ge</title><content type='html'>Not the best of times to start blogging again, but damned, its been way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief summary of what happened in the last 3 months. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Managed to scrape through the mid-semester exams&lt;br /&gt;- Started doing free-style martial arts again&lt;br /&gt;- Went on a anime-watching spree. Caught 8 so far, still watching 3 atm.&lt;br /&gt;- Gave up anime-art for the moment as I can't seem to draw for shit these days&lt;br /&gt;- Did some training for this year's World Cyber Games (WCG) and Games Xtreme League (GXL)for Gears of War (3rd person shooter Xbox 360 game)&lt;br /&gt;- Got 2nd for this year's WCG in GoW&lt;br /&gt;- Got 4th for this year's GXL in GoW&lt;br /&gt;- Gave out most of my WCG goodies due to severe depression&lt;br /&gt;- Started to de-socialize with people as a result of my failure (lol)&lt;br /&gt;- Totally wasn't aware that National Day took place on the 8th of Augest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and finally at present, studying and taking my end-of-semester exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna go through any of 'em in detail, to save the mass nostalgia it would bring me &gt;_&gt; And forgive me for forgetting about the country's birthday. As usual, I really didn't give a damn. Only reason why I celebrated it was because my old schools used to. The whole red/white all the way down to your underwear business ain't really my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthdays, its our Hui-chan's day today! =D One more year before legal drinking and M18 movies. Gratz on your prelation~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really get to celebrate it with her, though. She decided to hang out with her girlfriends instead, so the guys (plus me, the outsider) all went over to the Funan IT mall to check out some.......well, IT stuff. We did some lunch. Then we planned a surprise for Hui on tuesday. Hope to God she doesn't read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we headed over to the arcade after that. And I was THIS close *pinches*, THIS CLOSE to getting a PSP for like, a single dollar. The bloody retarded sound-effects that came from the machine itself totally threw my concentration off. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got laid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-703978733736300773?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/703978733736300773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=703978733736300773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/703978733736300773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/703978733736300773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/08/xie-xie-ni-da-ge.html' title='Xie xie ni, da ge'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-4621179207470128368</id><published>2007-05-31T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:54:02.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an idiot's guide to idiots</title><content type='html'>Its been ANOTHER 4 days since I last blogged (again). At least I got around to actually type this shit, considering how lazy I am. I'm not entirely crazy about blogging or letting everyone know how pathetic my life is, but yea, at least it shows that I'm not emo enough to be too secretive about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 days of school passed rather quickly ( the whole-days-passing-quickly thing is getting old as well). It sucks how little I'm actually absorbing the new stuff, especially when I'm down to copy and pasting a classmate's work &gt;_&gt; Hey, I DO try to do the work myself. Unlike some people who just waits it out till someone reveals the answers for him. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and tuesday? Same old, same old. In case you hadn't already read my previous posts, I go to school with Andy and his cousin (and also a good friend), Kai in the mornings monday to wednesday every week, since we start lessons at the same time then. Went to school ON TIME for both days, an achievement in itself considering how freaking late I actually sleep (12-1 on good days, 1-3 on bad ones). Mess around in class till break, then having another coupla lessons, then home I go. I did skip Akido on monday though. Senior wasn't too happy about that ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only noticeable thing that I do remember doing for the past 3 days was that I was very, very busy spamming up the the DIT 1A01 and 02 forums, since Enqi (the 02 girl turned 01) would promote the first one to 500 posts to forum Moderator. Consciously I didn't think much about it. Subconsciously I probably wanted the power. For whatever reasons I don't understand myself &gt;_&gt;  So yeah, my posts went up considerably fast, with 1/4 of it being off topic (at least it isn't half). That is, until Justin came in. You know how fast that bitch can post? Lol, over 300 posts in less than a day is pure insanity. Its like he refreshes the forum pages every 30 secs or something. He overshot my post count before I even noticed it. Yea, you could imagine how flustered I was to have gradually build up post counts, halfway to mod powers only to have some random guy reaching 400 posts out of nowhere. So I decided to compete with him for a while, and I actually caught up at the same time as we hit 400 posts. But then it occured to me that I probably looked like I was desperate for attention and power. I had a reputation as the half-shy half-cool emo boy in school after all, right? So I decided to drop it, and let him hit 500. No hard feelings there. Just a little disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I got mod powers the same time as Justin did. Gotta really, really thank my new-found sister, Enqi for that =D *hugs* Hope it was really for my contribution to the forums that she did it though. Lol xD And in these 3 days, I really, really bonded with my class. I have no qualms about talking to anyone in the 2 classes now, since they all call me.......er, what? Gim-moh lao da or something of the sort. Really no idea why they do that though. I rather they just called me Solowang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 My class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my class loves DMC III. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-4621179207470128368?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4621179207470128368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=4621179207470128368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4621179207470128368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4621179207470128368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/05/idiots-guide-to-idiots.html' title='an idiot&apos;s guide to idiots'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-4158725537690097807</id><published>2007-05-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:19:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No la wtf. Don't touch.</title><content type='html'>Damned, its been 4 days since I last blogged. Just too lazy, I guess &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 4 days worth of shit? Uh, right. Lemme start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. I caught a movie with Andy, Kai and Huijing. And we bought along a couple of old friends as well, namely Joshua and Jervis. Joshua's a fellow half-assed magician like me, back from my secondary school days. Jervis? Well, everyone knows the big guy, so I'll screw the intro xP Pirates was pretty awesome for the last movie of its sequel, save for the really crappy ending. But Johnny Depp pretty much compensated for everything else, so I'm not complaining. Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a Vintage bicycle deck and a new pair of drumsticks that day too. Awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I was surprised how much I missed the big guy man. Kinda cool to see him after a whole 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. The first thing I saw when I woke up was Andy. Why? Cuz he stayed over (duh). Saying something like he needed to finish up a coupla projects and shit, and needed my help photoshopping up some pics. Then he left to redo his IDEAs project thingy, while I myself left a little later, with my 100 dollars worth of prize money to look forward to (yea, its that prize money from winning 2nd place at GXL: Gears of War. Took singtel long enough. Jeez ). All the way down to city hall and BAM! No prize money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, how long does it take for a major company like Singtel to prepare 400 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met up with Andy and gang soon after. And after bitching it all out, I felt a wee bit better. And omg, Kai got a wicked ass haircut! You should see it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Faggot Andy got me to photoshop his shit again. Which I did. Very much unwillingly I may add. Partially cuz I'm lazy (hey, its in my genes), and also cuz the photoshop in my laptop was giving me a hell lot of problems, and I don't really find it entertaining when it just hangs on me in the middle of unsaved work. But hey, I got it all done, and Andy came over to take em. Hey Siang came too. Wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Ah yes, today. Peace. No Andy, No drama (yea, solomon teaches little kids drama in church. omg ), No homework (none that I needed to complete and submit atm anyway) and no Samantha! And not a day too soon. Its the last day of the e-learning week, and its only deserving that I get the final 24 hours off. Went to church in the morning, managed to avoid someone ( very skillfully I might add) and went on to collect my new specs at Hougang point, at the same time catching some lunch at food court. I was messing around with my new cards when some girl (15 years old maybe) on the table beside me sorta switched chairs and sat a little closer to me. And she just stared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, being the ever-willing opportunist, I did the ever-infamous 'dream of aces' card trick routine, which amazingly I didn't screw up. Her expression was freaking priceless. A clear "wtf?". Damned. Then, I decided to try my luck with a 2-card monte. Her brother sorta came back with food and watched me do my stuff. Half-way through the routine, that brother decided to be a smart-ass and flip over the cards that were supposed to be faced down, and luckily, I already switched the cards. Fortunately the guy was a retard and didn't figure out anything. Huge reaction from him too xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the day slacking at home and watching some old bleach episodes. Which is cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, having nothing to do at all for a change is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-4158725537690097807?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4158725537690097807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=4158725537690097807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4158725537690097807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/4158725537690097807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-la-wtf-dont-touch.html' title='No la wtf. Don&apos;t touch.'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-1102630205281364883</id><published>2007-05-22T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:23:12.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>le poke</title><content type='html'>Hell, its been a boring day. My fault? I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Met up with Huijing at 1ish today, after she finished with her IDEAs assignment. Had lunch ( or br-unch, in my case) with her at hougang mall. We had to wait for Andy and gang to finish their own assignments, so I decided to waste our time by looking for a DVD I've been dying to buy since last month. I did eventually find it, but I decided to buy it another time. Reason being that if I DID buy the stupid DVD, I'll be having cup noodles for my lunch and dinner for the rest of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Yea, Solomon is poor. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Time past really, really, reeeeeeeeeeeally slowly. But they got Hougang eventually, saving me alot of awkward silences ( not that i'm THAT boring or anything. but with english being my mother tougue? im hopeless at chinese conversations). Andy, Kai, some guy I know as 'tissue paper' (yea i know, wtf) and 2 others met up with us and we started off for Andy's place.  Leonard was their excuse for being so late. You could put it that way, I guess. Since he himself was like what, 2 hours late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Blah blah blah, we ended up in his house. All 7 of us. COS assignments all around. And they moved on to some VB shit, which I haven't happened to learn yet. During the whole 3 hours I was there, I probably said like less than 5 sentences, 2 of which are incomplete. Then it got me thinking: Why the hell did Andy ask me to come anyway? With only COS and IDEAs being our common module, I have no play in their homework discussions. So I spent those 3 hours TRYING to do my cos, and of course failing miserably. Also tried to read up on some maths, which I couldn't absorb for shit. So yay, I wasted my tuesday afternoon. Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;But no matter, I wasn't intending to do any of my assignments at his place anyway. But still, it was boring &gt;_&gt; My own fault I can't speak chinese better, I guess. Emo boy just couldn't be any more interesting today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;And did I mention that I got a mechanic shoved up my theigh today? That totally made my day. Seriously. What better way to end a totally delightful day then to have my own stationary up my ass? Nothing beats that. Nothing. And guess what, it even left me a little blue black to remember the day by!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;And I decided not to blame anyone for that cuz again, its my own damned fault I agreed to come anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I left alone soon after, since I couldn't take it anymore. Avoided them for fear I might explode in front of em. Rushed back for my bro's farewell dinner, since he was heading to China later in the night (the lucky homo). As annoying as he is, I pray that he'll go and come back safe and sound. So much for the angsty bigger brother, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;And then, here I am, bitching about my sad excuse for a supposedly fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyway, for the people who love to have a reason to put me down, the blog is just half-done. So save your criticisms for later. I'm too freaking tired to throw in the borders and tables. Or even photoshop up some corner-holds. Thanks to technica for the base blog design. Pic's by her and myself, me with the shades and texturing and final edits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'll leave the blog as it is for the time being. And I'll leave u, as u are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-1102630205281364883?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1102630205281364883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=1102630205281364883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1102630205281364883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/1102630205281364883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/05/le-poke.html' title='le poke'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-2076185876515919830</id><published>2007-05-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:15:54.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughter ain't the best medicine</title><content type='html'>It really isn't. Probably would have died of laughing earlier. Wtf &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather forgettable week is now over. Pretty damned strange how life in polytechnic passes so fast. Seemed like only yesterday when I entered SP for the first time, along with Andy and Kai Wei ( for future mentions' sake and because I'm so bloody lazy, I'll refer to her as Kai =P). I'll always remember that she gave me a piece of chewing gum on the first day of school, which I then accidentally swallowed when I laughed too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing significant or interesting happened in school these 2 days, save for retarded conversations I had with shafiq and so called 'plans' huijing, kai and myself made for......eh, stuff. It involves guys, showing again how gay I am. I'm carrying the plans out, either way. I'll reveal it in future posts, if it actually worked out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was today. Everything went wrong. I was called down for some band practice I wasn't even aware of till it actually started,  Andy and (hey!) Hey Siang appeared at my doorstep when I was at practice, thinking I was at home,  and just when I thought everything was okay, I choked on my own saliva laughing at some seriously retarded videos. Mostly involving purple spandexes and purple sports bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link for a video you should watch.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZUFndhmJQk&lt;br /&gt;Its about japanese people watching a friend speak english. And they get spanked if they laugh at him. Freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't post the link for the spandex shit. It kills. I'm however, tempted to photoshop a picture of Andy wearing a purple sports bra and a spendax. Very, very tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-2076185876515919830?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2076185876515919830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=2076185876515919830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2076185876515919830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2076185876515919830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/05/laughter-aint-best-medicine.html' title='laughter ain&apos;t the best medicine'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-6317704474876125684</id><published>2007-05-18T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:40:15.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lolwtfbutterfly</title><content type='html'>My blogs ain't formal. This is the way I talk, save for the singlish which I use irl. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another rather normal day has passed uneventfully. An amazingly 45 minutes of empty MRT rides to school ( hell, I live in hougang and I go all the way to SP in dover. sick eh?) and followed by a really refreshing OOPG (object-orientated programming) lecture. Had to msn in class again to lift the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool to have 6 message windows pop up the moment I appeared online. Lol xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same ol' people. Andy, Kai Wei, Hui Jing, Shafiq, Justin, Ivy. Sigh. Kids just don't pay attention in class anymore, do they? =P Like I said, I was bored. So I decided to gay around with shafiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quote from the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;║†ﺄ±ﺁ Łιmıt_Xәr0 ﺁ±ﺈ†║ Say it |: i think hafiz is damned sexy&lt;br /&gt;║†ﺄ±ﺁ Łιmıt_Xәr0 ﺁ±ﺈ†║ Say it |: i should touch him&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~: u shuld&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~: fuk, look at that chest&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~: awesome shit eh?&lt;br /&gt;║†ﺄ±ﺁ Łιmıt_Xәr0 ﺁ±ﺈ†║: lol yea, its awesome&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~: awesome bossom!!!&lt;br /&gt;║†ﺄ±ﺁ Łιmıt_Xәr0 ﺁ±ﺈ†║: bet he's horny right about now&lt;br /&gt;║†ﺄ±ﺁ Łιmıt_Xәr0 ﺁ±ﺈ†║: Lol damned, awesome bossom ftw&lt;br /&gt;║†ﺄ±ﺁ Łιmıt_Xәr0 ﺁ±ﺈ†║: we should bang him after lecture&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~: older guys r e best&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~: lets tok bout marcus......whos better?&lt;br /&gt;║†ﺄ±ﺁ Łιmıt_Xәr0 ﺁ±ﺈ†║: hafiz dammit&lt;br /&gt;║†ﺄ±ﺁ Łιmıt_Xәr0 ﺁ±ﺈ†║: dude, asses can't get any better than that&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~: sooo hard&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~: fuk, hafiz roks my life&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~:  hafiz  is wat every homo in the world  lives 4 man&lt;br /&gt;║†ﺄ±ﺁ Łιmıt_Xәr0 ﺁ±ﺈ†║: a manly man with a ass to die for?&lt;br /&gt;~$0|i+@Ri0~: god bless america!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Do what i wanna do, and thats' what i'm gonna do,  Right here in front of you... has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do what i wanna do,and thats' what i'm gonna do: you guys are sick bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty damned funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was Halo 3 when I got home. HALO THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-6317704474876125684?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6317704474876125684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=6317704474876125684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6317704474876125684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/6317704474876125684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/05/lolwtfbutterfly.html' title='lolwtfbutterfly'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-2244699823642340078</id><published>2007-05-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:22:24.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and this is my story</title><content type='html'>Apologies for the earlier post this afternoon. A warm-up for official blogging again, if you will. The base blogskin design ain't done by me. Kudos to hari3n for the original. Modifications done via Photoshop CS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since there isn't much information on me at the sidebar, I'll do my introductions here, for the sake of those who don't have my friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name's Solomon Christopher Tan, turned 17 just this April, currently in Singapore Polytechnic studying for a diploma in information technology. Chose it largely out of interest in the technical side of game design, but now having 2nd thoughts about it. Got into Akido for my main CCA. So what if I was in wushu? Lol. Never hurts to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play as a drummer for an unofficial 3-man band, Found8tionless, with the other 2 being my close friends. Got into guitars as of recently, but its still unclear whether I can even play a single damned song on it. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into card manipulation. Magic tricks and the like. Not exactly proud of what I can do with a deck of cards, but hey, we all have to start somewhere yea? And apart from martial arts, music and magic, I like to watch and draw anime during my leisure. Cycling, reading fictional books and xbox360ing's fun too. And I find kicking puppies rather enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it about me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-2244699823642340078?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2244699823642340078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=2244699823642340078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2244699823642340078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2244699823642340078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-this-is-my-story.html' title='and this is my story'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397540583181582397.post-2557792577728700432</id><published>2007-05-16T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:44:05.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that a question?</title><content type='html'>Finally gotten around to blogging again. Stopped about half a year ago. Don't ask me why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot decided to hate me and screw up my blogskin coding. Took about like what, 3 days to actually get this thing up? Not my biggest achievement, but hey, its a start. S'taken about an hour to actually decide on a base design, and another to type the coding up from scratch. And an another 5 mins to come up with a quick, sketchy pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all it took was a couple of words in big neon font to completely waste me. Engineering error? Yay fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly takes about almost 10 hours off my day, so I really don't have much time to do this stuff till I get home and get the necessities done, which is usually past 8. So it didn't really take 3 days in that sense, but thats not the point. The point is that I couldn't get the shitty coding right, and it took some coaxing from  Kai Wei to get me to use someone else's skin instead. And when that happened, it was already the 3rd day. So much for a whole month in web-designing, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't exactly the best of times to bitch about how pathetic I am, especially in the first post of the blog. Just felt I had to get it off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fat, hairy chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397540583181582397-2557792577728700432?l=whistleinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2557792577728700432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397540583181582397&amp;postID=2557792577728700432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2557792577728700432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397540583181582397/posts/default/2557792577728700432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistleinthewind.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-that-question.html' title='Is that a question?'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300561535653322104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
