<?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-9300229</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:12:43.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: soMe Blog ::</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is owned by Zhong and Randy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9300229.post-112098069452366969</id><published>2005-07-10T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:31:34.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/1024/DSC00214.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/200/Image%2809%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-112098064468673781?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112098064468673781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=112098064468673781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/112098064468673781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/112098064468673781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/ss.html' title=''/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9300229.post-112098060020080325</id><published>2005-07-10T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:30:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/1024/Image%2802%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/200/Image%2802%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aa&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-112098060020080325?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112098060020080325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=112098060020080325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/112098060020080325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/112098060020080325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/aa.html' title=''/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-112098055806277233</id><published>2005-07-10T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:34:57.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/1024/Image(03)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/200/Image%2803%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.. this is no ordinary box, or cylinder or whatever u call it.. its some killing machine lol! wtf is with its size?! like.. can dun ask me!? ask my friend richard! he is mad! some 1400 USD SUBWOOFER.. ok anyway this kickarse machine is some uber pwnage woofer that produces uber bass.. was testing the dolby digital surround with it at ouch.. got my arse KICKED! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-112098055806277233?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112098055806277233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=112098055806277233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/112098055806277233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/112098055806277233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/like.html' title=''/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9300229.post-111861153501087000</id><published>2005-06-13T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T05:36:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcraft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/1024/Z%20cheered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/400/Z%20cheered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Though WOW has been released for quite some time.. we were like oMFGOMFG! .. PLEASE NEED TO PAY EVERY MONTHAND STUFFS ya know.. and we were like HELL NO.. ITS TOO EXPENSIVE TO PLAY AND LIKE we are playing now u know LO!L  $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$($25/mnth)!&lt;br /&gt;Some nice scenery eh?! the 1st pic of the night is such pwnage dfsgjkllhj stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;Wow WOw!! some WOWing.. World of warcraft is a feeling... cant believe they made a song out of the game.. me and Z was like pwning so much and we actually got sick of killing noobs for a while and decided to climb some mountain that we saw ROFLROFLROFL LOL!! ( WTF? ) .. and wow.. as we can see.. that noob was like jumping in the air happily when we finally reached the peak.. ROFLMAO Thats Z for u &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111861153501087000?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111861153501087000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111861153501087000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111861153501087000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111861153501087000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/world-of-warcraft.html' title='World of Warcraft'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-111861133662963923</id><published>2005-06-13T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T05:41:32.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/1024/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/400/waves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like pwning so much and stuffs ya know so like we hook up on some photo shooting.. Z was like so mesmerized by the sceney and he was like making me sit on that spot and stuffs! Marc (the guy in red) came over via the stormwind city train to join us on this mountain trip.. cant believe we waited for him! He looks extra though! what a noob.  Z was the only girl there ( i really dunno why he chose a female than a male.. maybe he's still a noob ) so we were like letting her sit between us ya know and stuffs. marc was like waving and i was like waving too and stuffs and wtf!? were we doing! LMAO &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111861133662963923?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111861133662963923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111861133662963923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111861133662963923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111861133662963923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-were-like-pwning-so-much-and-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-111861104035148376</id><published>2005-06-13T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T05:41:55.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/1024/muscles!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/400/muscles%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were 3 noobs playing on the peak for quite some time.. and that noob in red was like trying to show some muscles and he was like taunting me ya know and stuffs.. so i was like urghh some muscles out for him and so he thought that his muscles are bigger and stuffs and i was like LOL and he was like WahahAH and i was like wtf and he was like GAYYY and so.. maybe marc is still a noob, he still dunno yet.. acting like fool .. LOL!! btw.. Zhong has no muscles.. so he can stand aside thanks and stuffs.! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111861104035148376?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111861104035148376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111861104035148376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111861104035148376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111861104035148376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-we-were-3-noobs-playing-on-peak-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-111754947544531043</id><published>2005-05-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:29:31.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwner and the noOB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/640/Gosu%20Weaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/400/Gosu%20Weaver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL some screenshot of the night.. needless to say, i am the handsome sleek looking strongest pwnage of the pwnage spider that is on the first row.. LMAO.. we are suppose to fight enemy but we are too strong to the extend that we can stay here adn take photo! the small little creature named Kamui is Marc's gf KAYAN! looks small but GOSU DAMAGE.. the fat BIG yellow cow in the middle is my brother.. noobs! please stay there! AND OMFG ROFLROFL that BLUE, FAT, BOUNCY JACK ass at the back of the picture inside the red circle is who? HE's MARC!!! he got rejected by us in takign the pics! OMFG ROFL..he's a noob.. walking away sadly but serve his shit right! wAHahah LMAO &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111754947544531043?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111754947544531043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111754947544531043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111754947544531043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111754947544531043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/pwner-and-noob.html' title='Pwner and the noOB!'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-111581178188835243</id><published>2005-05-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:09:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My way of relieving stress!</title><content type='html'>Woooo Randy HAS STRESS!? YES HE does!!&lt;br /&gt;Some recommended, gosu way of handling stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat very SPICY stuffs.. MASS CHILLIS.. Eat till the climax, and then followed by a cup of hot sugared lipton or Boh tea.! Trust me.. its greater than orgasm when the reaction of the spice and the hot liquid takes place on ur tongue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111581178188835243?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111581178188835243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111581178188835243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111581178188835243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111581178188835243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-way-of-relieving-stress.html' title='My way of relieving stress!'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-111340217539597751</id><published>2005-04-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:24:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shure E_5c Earphones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/50/e5c_big4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/320/e5c_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some ownage earphones by shure. This sexy little thing costs more than $1k.. There is another model that costs $359 in Sim Lim.. I wonder if Singapore has this model(not a if i could afford) but it sure makes me feel horny! Addiction to high end sound is not good i guess T.T&lt;br /&gt;Product Overview&lt;br /&gt;Sound Isolating Design&lt;br /&gt;Dual High Energy Micro-Speakers with Extended Frequency Response, In-Line Crossover, and Level Attenuator, for Extraordinary Studio-Quality Sound&lt;br /&gt;Lightweight: weighs about one ounce&lt;br /&gt;Fit Kit for Personalized, Comfortable In Ear Fit&lt;br /&gt;Memory-Fit Cable&lt;br /&gt;Earphones Carrying Case&lt;br /&gt;Money-Back Guarantee and Two-Year Warranty&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9300229.post-111340187967818555</id><published>2005-04-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:26:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhong's fetish</title><content type='html'>I was bathing yesterday night before zhong finished using my computer and left my house.. when i got back to the comp, I saw this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;hi stuff&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;some hi&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;watching some stuff?&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;we are both&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;in a dark room&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;2 guys&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;2 beds&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;wow ic&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;wat could happen next?&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;intrigue stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;but we lack of toys&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;something long&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;veri veri long&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;i SEE&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;long stuffs&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;approximately 1.9 stuffs would be good here&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;some bamboo poles&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;ooo....&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;they're more than 1.9&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;good stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;they wun fit&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;1.9....&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;best.....&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;oOoOoOO....&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;marc....&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;in this dark dark room...&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;we need u....&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll all become one... heart to heart... soul to soul....&lt;br /&gt;SwrLing in a Tranquil Solitude says:&lt;br /&gt;we will be bonded like never before&lt;br /&gt;Р э ґ īگ һ ▫ says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111340187967818555?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111340187967818555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111340187967818555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111340187967818555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111340187967818555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/zhongs-fetish.html' title='Zhong&apos;s fetish'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-111226065376775607</id><published>2005-03-31T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T17:17:33.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoReD~</title><content type='html'>if theres one thing i realised in recent months, staying home once every few days to relax is a good thing... gives u some time to really sit down and rest... even if its just staying home and doing nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... it could get bad... when u have nothing to do for an extended period of time, it could really be torturous... when all my friends are out at work or in school.. i face the comp for a really long duration... which, dun seem productive at all... tend to think about her too...       &lt;br /&gt;ah wELLz... hopefully the exams will pass faster then i expect and i will be able to start working soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like SO darn BORED!! ANYONE GOT MORE VCDs TO LEND?  =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111226065376775607?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111226065376775607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111226065376775607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111226065376775607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111226065376775607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/bored.html' title='BoReD~'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9300229.post-111159324603642475</id><published>2005-03-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:54:06.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extract from a magazine</title><content type='html'>Many Fatal accidents can be prevented, here are some easy to follow survival tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     If u are choking on an ice cube, dun panic, pour a kettle of boiling water down ur throat; the ice would melt immediately, clearing the blockage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.     If u are all thumbs and constantly cut urself instead of the vegatables that u are preparing for dinner, get someone else to hold the vegetables while u slice away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.     To avoid confrontation with the wife/girlfriend/mother-in-law about leaving the toilet seat up, use the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.     If u are having high blood pressure, make an incision in ur left or right wrist(it works double if u do both) and bleed urself for a couple of hours. The pressure will be suitably relieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.     Placing a mouse trap on top of ur alarm clock will prevent u from rolling over and going back to sleep after u hit the snooze button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.     To get rid of a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives. u'll now be too afraid to cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.     To not mess up ur toilet when it gets clogged, use the soccer field the neighbour hood kids play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.     To stop kids from trampling all over ur clean, freshly mpped floor, sprinkle thumbtacks liberally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.     To prevent colleagues from drinking ur coffee/coke/beer, stick razor blades around the lid of the container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.    If u get a heart attack, lie on the floor, stop breathing and turn blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111159324603642475?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111159324603642475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111159324603642475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111159324603642475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111159324603642475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/extract-from-magazine.html' title='Extract from a magazine'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9300229.post-111158548796997970</id><published>2005-03-23T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:54:48.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/50/HD595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/400/HD595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna buy this OWNAGE product.. Seinheiser HD595.&lt;br /&gt;Ultra high end sound. Probably just put it at home and enjoy some gosu stereo DVD-audio or something? w000t that'll be heaven...asdasdsldghsdgj;klh  Although my speakers is Klipsch 5.1 with ultra watts, it is too strong to project simple sounds like stereo to what I tot it might sound like..imagine a Stereo 2.1 sound being spreaded into  5 channels high fidelity with overwhelmed ultra bass.. might sound cool but its not originaL! unless i get an amplifier as medium.. but that will be too expensive! configuring the sound EQ from time to time is some troublesome shit.. thanks. so Seinheiser.. guess this is it &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111158548796997970?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111158548796997970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111158548796997970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111158548796997970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111158548796997970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-gonna-buy-this-ownage-product.html' title=''/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-111112995394457766</id><published>2005-03-18T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T15:12:33.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairness</title><content type='html'>Nothing is fair in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot have this concept that nothing is fair in this world&lt;br /&gt;There is always rich and poor, healthy and unhealthy, Strong and weak, Smart and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world, either being complacent, or being inferior..&lt;br /&gt;People brood over unfairness almost all the time. (I'm ugly, this world sucks.. Im borned this way.. so unfair) (Why is that bastard so rich and can date so many girls at one time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always hunger for what they are deprived from, and hence setting wrong goals in their life. Some just wanna spend their life proving to random people that they are strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to me, there is not enough time in my life to do those rubbish. There actually something fair in ALL OF us.. Its just that alot didn;t notice. That is our potential to toggle the happiness  in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the creators of our own happiness. by thinking that life is unfair, one only make him/herself unhappy as they are clouded by jealousy and wrong admirations. While people who are rich despise randomly on ppl, and try all out to stay on their own so called "class level".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing a Kung Bushmen, being so happy eating a lollipop that costs 50 cents and a millionaire fussing here and there about not having enough money all the time, I would admire the Kung Bushmen. Coz i believe that life is all about being happy or not, not being rich or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy soul attracts people while a not-so-happy soul gets attracted BY people. - Thats what i usually see. So i think the key factor to achieve happiness is about how one person think and that requires the "brain" Hey man.. everyone has got a brain! isn't that fair now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on.. this world can be more fun and lovely.. stop brooding (u may never know when the next tsunami might come(CHOY!!)) so lets be happy b4 we die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111112995394457766?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111112995394457766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111112995394457766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111112995394457766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111112995394457766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/fairness.html' title='Fairness'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-111091299621433142</id><published>2005-03-16T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T02:58:14.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>Endless projects, countless presentations to rush, unsolvable financial problems and lack of resources to do it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*subject breaking point reached*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111091299621433142?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111091299621433142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111091299621433142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111091299621433142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111091299621433142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_16.html' title='--'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-111068588939712090</id><published>2005-03-13T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:51:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>Je me sens perdu... Perdu sans vous près de moi.&lt;br /&gt;Est ce wat que nous appelons un rapport...&lt;br /&gt;y a-t-il amitié égale ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tous mes amis me disent de vous laisser,&lt;br /&gt;mais je ne peux pas, pas quand je suis ainsi dans l'amour avec vous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faites u savent jamais que je m'ennuie de vous,&lt;br /&gt;et même si vous , u ferait-il quelque chose à son sujet ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111068588939712090?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111068588939712090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111068588939712090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111068588939712090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111068588939712090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-111039797134648002</id><published>2005-03-10T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T03:52:51.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>The events that occured today were significant to me... firstly, i've finally gotten my own internet connection, and secondly, i saw "kopi" after months of not hearing from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recall the times when me and randy were hardcore about warcraft III, that was a time that i din need anything else but warcraft to entertain myself everyday... though i no longer feel that way, i still enjoy playing from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about kopi... (or rather) Tiang Wee, Randy and I used to stay within a 5 min bus ride of each other.. its good to see that a long time buddy is still cracking jokes, and as fun as he used to be years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that felt routine in the past are wat i seldom have the chance to do anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its precisely because of the reality that things might change  any time that i really appreciate wats going on in my life right now - the brothers beside me, the peace and quiet that i have at home which i never had, my friends from secondary school and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If tml you cross the road and boom! the car bang you, i would still go happily knowing that i enjoyed life fully!"  -  the punggol motto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-111039797134648002?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111039797134648002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=111039797134648002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111039797134648002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/111039797134648002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110984380104625688</id><published>2005-03-03T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T00:47:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story that always touches</title><content type='html'>Ok pEepZ sorry for being absent for so long, apparantly this is like a personal blog since me partner does not seem to post anything. haha too busy in social life i guess? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i will try to make my posts a little more consistent since now i have my own connection up again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways heres the story that i first read from a book, then on a friend's blog, and then once again in an essay that my cousin was doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was late in the nite, as a couple were on their way home from a party... though the girl was on her boyfriend's bike, they only had 1 helmet and she was yelling - 'can u go slower pls? its not safe at all!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally the boyfriend would yell back.... normally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'can u say "i love u" one more time?' asked the boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'what!? i am asking u to slow down, dear pls... its not safe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dear, just do that for me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i love you! ok ok! now slow down pls!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dear pls take my helmet from behind and put it on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dear u are scaring me!''&lt;br /&gt;*the girl does so*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dear, can u hug me again like u have always done?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the girl puts her hands around her boyfriend and closes her eyes*&lt;br /&gt;'i dunno wats into you but pls... slow down now!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments later, the bike collided. the 2 were sent to hospital. Only the girl made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week when the girl came around, she remembered wat happened and desperately seeked her boyfriend.. her family broke the news to her but she would not accept it thinking that its another method the family is using to break them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 months, when the girl finally accepted the fact her boyfriend's death. Her father showed her the newspaper article of their accident he had kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl cried, all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'couple driving down the SLE on bike had only 1 helmet... the breaks were damaged... girl and her boyfriend sustained similar injuries... girl survived because of helmet'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me hear u say "i love you one last time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let feel u love me for one last time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110984380104625688?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110984380104625688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110984380104625688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110984380104625688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110984380104625688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/story-that-always-touches.html' title='Story that always touches'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110840806123731702</id><published>2005-02-15T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T05:25:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>童話</title><content type='html'>童話 曲：光良 詞：光良 編：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了有多久 再沒聽到你對我說你最愛的故事 我想了很久 我開始慌了 是不是我又做錯了什麼 你哭著對我說 童話裡都是騙人的 我不可能是你的王子 也許你不會懂 從你說愛我以後 我的天空 星星都亮了 我願變成童話裡 你愛的那個天使 張開雙手變成翅膀守護你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要相信 相信我們會像童話故事裡 幸福和快樂是結局 我要變成童話裡 你愛的那個天使 張開雙手變成翅膀守護你你要相信 相信我們會像童話故事裡 幸福和快樂是結局 我會變成童話裡 你愛的那個天使 張開雙手變成翅膀守護你你要相信 相信我們會像童話故事裡 幸福和快樂是結局 一起寫我們的結局&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my interpretation of this song is that the guy is not the prince charming of the girl, but he is willing to be her guardian angel. Though she will not love him, he is happy being able to watch over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song really touches me... love, being so strong, u'd be willing to do anything just to see ur loved one happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may everyone find the person u can be so commited to soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HaPpy ValenTinEs Day~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110840806123731702?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110840806123731702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110840806123731702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110840806123731702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110840806123731702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='童話'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110727992423865944</id><published>2005-02-02T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T01:47:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i HaPpY LEi, HOW?</title><content type='html'>i bumped into an old classmate of mine who also happens to be my msn chat partner for some time, last time. the first thing he said was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH! WTH u Go LiAO?! like few hunDrED yeArs neVer SEE u onLinE liaoZ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reply:&lt;br /&gt;"oh, haha i sold my comp off, cos i felt i no longer have the use for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF!? u never Watch TV in the past!" *slience for a moment* "u reading papers at home ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yea i read the papers from time to time, but i pretty much sleep at home.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then wat the hell u do at all? no games no ps2 no nothing, wat happened to ur life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i moved on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled as i said that last statement... i wanted to tell him that i felt games were a thing of past but i still feel the temptation to play them from time to time... the thing about this conversation that tickled me was this statement from him "wat happened to ur life?" to me the question i wanna ask him is, "wats wrong with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go out alot, i hang out with my bros, i play basketball in small doses, i do my own household chores and enjoy watever time i have left with, *grin* a real lovely girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wats wrong with my life? haha to that ah bong who-try-to-act-all-so-great, thanx for making me see how much i love my life now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110727992423865944?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110727992423865944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110727992423865944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110727992423865944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110727992423865944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-happy-lei-how.html' title='i HaPpY LEi, HOW?'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110681590858667607</id><published>2005-01-27T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:51:48.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Impressive!! Please be a quiet user and get caught red handed by me! u CHINAMAN. Good work!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/50/DSC00107.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2442/400/DSC00107.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110681590858667607?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110681590858667607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110681590858667607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110681590858667607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110681590858667607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/impressive-please-be-quiet-user-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-110604887554580154</id><published>2005-01-18T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:47:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>Happiness is not so much in having as in sharing. We make a living by what we get but we make a life out of what we give.&lt;br /&gt;A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited for signs if his father had purchased the car. Finally,on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angrily, He raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading,a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words..."PAID IN FULL". How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?&lt;br /&gt;Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you don't have; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we don't realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it is the realisation of how much you already have." (YumMmM I love this quote. Its some gosu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110604887554580154?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110604887554580154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110604887554580154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110604887554580154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110604887554580154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-110563032867053789</id><published>2005-01-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:45:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CuTE sTuff</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty interesting day, i took mrt and bus from boon lay to marine parade to play ball again. Though this was nothing amazing but the T shirts and the things i heard today are wat i thought was cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T - shirts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i saw this guy wearing a T shirt with the words "stay outta my way, i'm in a foul mood!" so wat was so interesting about this? he was getting pushed out of the way by ppl coming out of the mrt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I OWN!" this was written on the shirt of my opponent in my basketball game, i guess it was just fitting that i was dominating him in all aspects of the game. ^^b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy of about 1.7m in height wearing a T shirt saying "looking fit, is being it!". He was at least a 100kg by my estimation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another interesting tale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;me: "dude, go home and get ur shoes to play ball, thanx"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: "nah its alright, i can play without shoes, at the most dun trash u by so much onli"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "dun complain that u are not at ur best later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;moments later....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: "someone sub me? my feet kena blisters... damn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110563032867053789?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110563032867053789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110563032867053789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110563032867053789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110563032867053789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/cute-stuff.html' title='CuTE sTuff'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110546013282725022</id><published>2005-01-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:25:14.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SinGaPoReanS.... sad...</title><content type='html'>We see a mild picture of this everyday... imagine this, ur walking down some street rushing to say, class? Then someone steps into ur way, asking for 5 mins of ur time to do some survey... u just walk on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... perhaps u dun see wat i am driving at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are walking home from lunch with ur friends, u are a little tired and this really cute and innocent little girl comes up to u asking if u are interested in purchasing a card of somesort which benefits charity and gives u certain priviledges at a restaurant, u just walk by without even looking at her once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres wat i saw the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at woodlands walking briskly from causeway point to the library. In the middle of the 2 buildings was this area that was not sheltered, but lots and lots of ppl were passing by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and i were walking towards a friend's house when i noticed a really old lady around 70 years of age with a slightly hunched back, slung with a moderately large handbag over her right shoulder holding up her hands and asking ppl to buy the packets of tissue in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking, one of my friends complained about how hot the weather was and i realised the old lady too was standing under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am young, and thus i should be able to take the heat, but i too was feeling terrible.. wat about this old lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how much ppl could see she was suffering, everyone just chose to ignore and walk on. i too walked past her, but i felt bad.. no.. terrible... should someone at that kind of age be treated this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wat if she was someone u knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat if she was ur grandmother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat if she was ur grandmother selling tissue paper just to provide u with some extra allowance to go to school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned back and went up to her and handed 2 dollars over to her - not that i din have change - i wanted to purchase 2 dollars worth of tissue. As she took the money from me and searched her wallet for change, she smiled and said in mandarin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;xie xie ni ah, xiao di&lt;/em&gt;..." (thank you ah, ah boy) then she passed me 3 packets and 1 dollar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ah poh ah, wo qi shi yao liang kuai qian de 'tissue'&lt;/em&gt; " (o-ba-san, i actually want 2 dollars worth of tissue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ni zhen de xu yao ze me duo ma? bu yao ying wei bang wo cai mai ah xiao di&lt;/em&gt;" (do u really need so much? dun buy so much becos u want to help me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took her change, took the 3 packets of tissue and was about to leave when she bowed her head slightly to me and said again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;xie xie ni ah xiao di&lt;/em&gt;!" (thank you veri much boy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scene remained in my head for the whole day and as i was taking the train home myself that nite, i cried...&lt;br /&gt;i cried becos she was having such a terrible time selling tissue yet she wanted ppl to appreciate the tissue that she sold to them, i cried becos ppl were just ignoring her and walking on without even smiling back and i cried becos there actually are ppl at her age who have to suffer just to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet some of these old folks might not even be earning the money for themselves but for a grandchild they wish to buy a birthday present for.. for a child of their's whom is in dept or to help out at a certain charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do books teach u to walk past and ignore a person who smiles at u? is work so important that u cannot even take brief second to smile back and signify u dun wish to buy watever thats being sold? is being such a selfish human being something we all want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we all edcuated to be snobs? i presume not rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we choose wat we want to see... sometimes a little effort on our part can make a better day for someone else. i'm not asking all of us to be angels and donate to or buy tissue from everyone they see, but have a heart, smile back and let the person know if u are interested or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110546013282725022?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110546013282725022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110546013282725022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110546013282725022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110546013282725022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/singaporeans-sad.html' title='SinGaPoReanS.... sad...'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110447936110006322</id><published>2004-12-31T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T15:54:42.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE nEw YeAR Eve!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to realise today is a special day, it is the day that marks a new beginning in the new year and the ending of the year that we have become so acustomed to writing on our dates for the past 12 months; New Year Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of things i wish to shout out or say before i am done for the year of 2004:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------The Formal Jargon--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to My Brothers who have recently gotten attached to some veri lovely ladies this year, heh, i am the onli survivor of the Not-Famous-At-All boon lay Gang! chEerS dudeZ may ur love remain sweet for years and years to come! ^^b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" - Alfred Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;Ade, falling in love with u was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me, though things dun work out between us, u left me with memories that i will forever cherish, thank you and now that u've found someone truly special to u, be happy and stop being pessimistic ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, though u may never get the chance to read this blog or post, i still wanna say i am very sorry for the decisions that i have made and thank u so much for being so understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was 1 thing that kept me alive during the lowest times in my life this year, that was my u closests friends, Randy, Kenn, Hong Chen, Rabbit and my secondary school friends kin loong, ngee jin, zhen zhen and company... i owe u all so much, words are not enough so i'll just say... thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------The LaMe---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;AlexAndEr the Great was The MOsT gAY SHOW OF thE yEAR!!! and come in the same category, phantom of the opera was the most tortureous show to watch, not becos its bad, it was infact, veri fantastic but the problem was i wanted to go to the toilet the moment the show started and i din wanna miss a min of the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though many ppl would not like me saying this but i still will cos its MY BLOG, haha randy, k la k la... we share one rite?&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;SO GLAD&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;TAUFIK WON &lt;/strong&gt;and that sylvester came in second. reasons are:&lt;br /&gt;1. my manager's name is sylvester, and he doesn't like the singapore idol runner up too, so its a good thing that my ears are saved from a VERY DECENT AMOUNT of complaining&lt;br /&gt;2. i just dun like sylvestor. GG no re~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BesT Song of the year : William Hung - she bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing else comes close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------Resolutions------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i've been in poly for an eternity already, and i feel that the onli reason i go to school these days is that it gives me a place and reason to play basketball... lets do a little better then i've done over this last few years.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is 1 thing that no guy in singapore can escape unless u are in some ways related to the lee family who runs singapore, either that, or u must be filthy rich. Its National service. There is no way that i will be able to stay in camp shorter then 2 years of my life so i will do good on it - i will be an officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i will do my best to realise my desires of being a dJ, club or radio, i will do both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will say the new year is veri unpredicatable, people will also say that we're heading into dangerous times with all the wars and disasters going on. Can we really survive, let alone thrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the correct question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is 2005 goiNg To SURVIVE US!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year to all! ^^b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110447936110006322?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110447936110006322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110447936110006322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110447936110006322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110447936110006322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year-eve.html' title='ThE nEw YeAR Eve!'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110434944544928571</id><published>2004-12-30T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T03:44:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No regrets!</title><content type='html'>We must not have regrets in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;*(WTF.. OF COZ LA.. DUH!! TALKING NONSENSE AH!? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I dun see all understand what it really means by "no regrets"..&lt;br /&gt;We do understand the power of influence, propaganda kind of shit either under peer pressure or family's tradition OR culture.. The way we behave, think, set goals and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have we ever thought abt WHO influence our friends? who influence our family style? who influence our culture? wow.. that really depends ya?.. so influencing here influencing there influencing everywhere, E I E I O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the biggest influence in our society is our government. we are all like babies.. whine abit, government feed us milk, cry abit, government give us pampers. yumm? YUM!&lt;br /&gt;Education : P sch &gt; Sec Sch &gt; JC/Poly &gt; Uni. Well set and guided by our government.. Well done. flawless it seems but it just seems to be like a life cycle going on down generations.. It should be the way it seems but is that really what its gonna be like?&lt;br /&gt;Majority of the ppl i know shares this concept. :&lt;br /&gt;Since young, dying to learn things. P sch, dying to pass exams and score well in PSLE.. In sec sch, dying to pass O levels, dying to get to poly or JC, dying to go Uni, for guys dying to get over NS and get a girl as a wife, then dying to have children, dying to work and earn big money, then dying to get a car, dying to have grandchildren.. and finally.. that ultimate day where by they are really dying.. they finally notice that they ain't living at all! THATS NOT LIFE I BET! they are almost dying all the time.. .  I dun see individuals who lead and experience REAL life.. what i see is our government producing massive human meat robots with slightly differences in characteristics. is that life? i think its sad and boring..(once again, depends on individual)&lt;br /&gt;I dun mean education is wrong or unimportant but i do see that there is actually a wide gap of flexibility and hell lot of free time to actually do things that we really really want to do.. for eg. taking 10 mins walk down to buy a $2 TOTO and earn 1 million? LOL!  alot just live their life aimlessly without goals, letting educational levels bring them up.. and when they finally got their certs, they have supremely low EQ or boring goals in life.(true?) look at the amount of nerds university produces.. omg.. so scary.. all the ah bongs.. we've seen them and we know them! ya?&lt;br /&gt;(not to mention those users who do nothing in life but only hang out with friends doing nothing in town, letting the shopping centres drain their parent's hard earn money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the tidal wave that happened recently.. really came so much a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;my main point is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we were to be striked by the disaster? Some might be in lecture studying, some eating lunch, some digging noses oh hell, or some couples doing beddy stuffs on bed and one big tidal wave SWOOPS and kill all in one shot! LOL! I can tell all that i wun have much regrets if that were to really happen as i do exploit my time, cherishing family members and friends, and most importantly had tonnes of fun, balancing with my studies all the time.. WHO SAY SKIP SCH IS BAD STUDENT! THOSE ARE AH BONG CONCEPTS THANKS! so if tidal wave kill me, still ok. but what abt those who are always dying for something? they have got nothing.. coz they threw almost all their precious time to education and slacking. wahahha ..it really depends on individuals again though but i really do believe that there is something right in their heart that they wanna achieve, yet have no idea how to implement it in real life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what im trying to screw into this post is, be flexible, think far, and be yourself =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110434944544928571?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110434944544928571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110434944544928571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110434944544928571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110434944544928571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-regrets.html' title='No regrets!'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-110382570295385039</id><published>2004-12-24T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:05:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th December</title><content type='html'>This year round, things are absolutely rubbish!! *ahem* look carefully at our watches or handphones ladies and gentlemen - its december, the 24th to be exact at the time i am writing, this. the question is: how many times in our lives have we had to question if we had an off day on christmas or a half day break on the eve of it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DaRN iT!!&lt;/strong&gt; y Do We hAve TO sTarT SchOoL in DecemBeR thIS yEar?!?!!? =..(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at a concert the other day and i heard this wonderful story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During World War 1, on a particulour battlefield between the british military and the german army, the 2 parties were in a stalemate - both forces could not gain any ground. To spend the nite, they dug trenches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trenches were holes dug to the full height of the a soldier to prevent being shot at on open ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was christmas that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after things became quiet on both sides, the british heard some whistling; it was coming from the germans. After hearing it for some time, a soldier in the british ranks whistled back. A reply came shortly from the german soldier whistling, and back and forth this 2 man game went on. Then suddenly, as soon as the whistling started, it stopped... In its place, came the voices of a few german soldiers singing a christmas carole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the british did not understand german, they recognised the melody and as soon as the germans stopped, the british sang another carole in reply, in english this time! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simple 2 man game became something which involved both parties! Back and forth they were trading caroles until coincidentally, both the british and the germans started singing the same carole! (Onli, in differently languages! =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that song, a british soldier got out of the security of his trench, and looked at the trenches of the germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was suprised;&lt;br /&gt;In every single trench of the germans, there was a small tree, much like the one we have come to accept as a traditional christmas tree. On these trees, were little glittering objects that were beautifully reflecting the light of the nite sky. He got up for a closer look and saw that it was the metalic badges and ranks of the germans that was the decoration of the christmas trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the solider walked closer to the german trenches, out from one of the trenches, a german soldier stepped out as well. They walked towards each other, shook hands and wished each other "merry christmas" in their own languages. There after, other soldiers came out of their trenches to do the same, shaking hands and before they knew it, these soliders from 2 different countries, fighting against each other for 2 different ideals were sitting down together, drinking and singing christmas caroles as though there was no conflict at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn came shortly after and it was war all again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might call me emotional, but i really was moved to tears when i heard this story. Wat other reason could u find that could being 2 groups ppl whom were on the verge of killing each other for their own believes, sit down together, forget all their problems and find a common peace, even if it be for a few short hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't a christian, but i am thankful for this day and i would like to wish all my friends, family, and a special someone who isn't feeling too good rite now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MeRry ChRisTmAs and A hApPy nEw YeAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110382570295385039?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110382570295385039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110382570295385039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110382570295385039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110382570295385039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/24th-december.html' title='24th December'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110334485056332221</id><published>2004-12-18T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:49:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The condition or fact of being related; connection or association&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Connection by blood or marriage; kinship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A particular type of connection existing between people related to or&lt;br /&gt;having dealings with each other: has a close relationship with his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A romantic or sexual involvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably the onli post in which i am going to be semi serious i guess... part of the reason is this blog has grown some cob-webs and i am a little upset about it *ahem- looks at randy* also, i've had a couple of friends who have had some problems with the above that was mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;so for ppl around our age, wat kinda relationship problems do we have? some of us deal with family, such as myself, some have girlfriend/boyfriend or alien problems, whereas others ARE the problem. I dun know which catagory u fall under, but it all feels the same, hurting, upseting and emotionally depressing.      =..(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure everyone knows wat i am mean, so the point i wish to drive across to everyone is this, relationship problems are just like every other problem we encounter, the onli difference is that we are more prone to be clouded in judgement becos emotions are involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are built in a way where we have logic, analytical thinking and emotions all in one for a reason. Being the complete package, i am sure we all should behave as though we are made that way and not let just our emotions rule us. i'm not asking any of u to be careless or loveless ppl, but everytime we step into a problem, wats the way to solve things?&lt;br /&gt;we take a step back or around the situation, strategise and apply. if we fail, we try again. So wouldn't things be the same between relation ship problems? it is a problem afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the jiberish, some might contest the fact saying that in a relationship, where its more then 1 person involved in things, the other party(s) have to reciprocrate. True, how veri true, but if u are going to sit back, aren't u just praying that things happen rather than actually thinking how to go about solving or handling the situation? if u change ur attitude towards someone wouldn't he or she change the way she treats u too? *ahem, u never knew if u tried anyway rite?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all are intelectuals, i am sure that we some careful thinking, things can be solved. remember emotions are merely 1 aspect of the human psyhic, if u let 1 aspect of u rule over all of u, seems that u are a little imbalanced wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnyWayS to ALL whom have some problems in life watsoever, the phone number is 97845774, lines are always open, Uncle Randys' the name, solving or listening to problems is the game!&lt;br /&gt;tolls are charged at whatever ur operator charges u for calls, with no extra charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiFE iS wHaT u MakE ouTta It, GoOd Or bAD, iTs rEalLy uR choiCe! cHeErZ PeePz! ^^b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110334485056332221?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110334485056332221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110334485056332221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110334485056332221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110334485056332221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9300229.post-110269960165286075</id><published>2004-12-11T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T10:04:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation of things..</title><content type='html'>Watched "After the sunset" today.. the show wasn't bad at all..&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the show they mentioned san issue that i had been thinking in deep thoughts all these while..&lt;br /&gt;its something like, people in this world are divided into many categories, but talking abt satisfaction for life, there are those who appreciates simple life like they wun mind enjoying random sunsets everyday while there are those who wun wanna waste their time on stuffs like that, they would rather spend that kinda time on something more meaningful,more rewarding.. they just cant sit still(lol) However, these people would normally die rich with one thousand and one regrets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believe in the appreciation of simple things more than drawing myself towards the materialistic factors.. However, i'm still struggling! lol.. my Logitech Z-5500... T.T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS* Is this short enuff? or u guys want it shorter?(some troublesome readerrsssss!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110269960165286075?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110269960165286075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110269960165286075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110269960165286075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110269960165286075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/appreciation-of-things.html' title='Appreciation of things..'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-110257234483732701</id><published>2004-12-09T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:08:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes in life</title><content type='html'>i came upon an old aquantaince of mine some days back... the guy was jailed for gangsterism, assault and even went to the drug rehab centre for treatment on glue sniffing... though a different person, from the way he talks, he tells me honestly that the desire to go back to glue sniffing has always been there, however, he now has friends whom keep reminding him from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at him, i felt a strong surge of deperssion, even one such as him could do all he can to steer his life back to, wat the norm deems as, normal... he was truly, admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at myself, and i ask, y can't i keep remembering the things ppl say about the mistakes i make? am i really hopeless? or am i really just plain stupid? my friends keep telling me that the silver canister in the kitchen contains Pepper, and to test powdery substance in the kitchen, DO NOT sniff them! ah wellZ i never can remember that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consequence of actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running nose and teary eyes... Y DO ONIONS AND PEPPER HAVE THESE KINDA EFFECTS ON A HUMAN?!?!!? damn... just the smell of these things can cause so much trouble... darn it... thank whomever is watching me that excess inhaling of such stuff does not cause side effects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so wats the lesson behind the story? dun ever test poweder by sniffing... use some highly advanced scientific technicque such as autopsy, and &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; use an advanced oxygen filter mask when u are told to cut onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110257234483732701?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110257234483732701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110257234483732701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110257234483732701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110257234483732701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/mistakes-in-life_09.html' title='Mistakes in life'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110214768218599705</id><published>2004-12-04T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:20:25.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communications</title><content type='html'>Communications so power now eh? Save me so much trouble.. catching up with each other, business wise, social wise all bring in benefits to ouir everyday life..&lt;br /&gt;I guess it just so happens that I live through the era whereby communication technology advance the most, at least towards my life.. and defintely people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communicating with each other is so easy these days. Passing important messages, catching up, chatting nonsense via msn messenger or ICQ.. Handphone that can store 10000000001 phone numbers and names. When bored, we can simply just random double click on friend's name in ICQ or messenger and type "hi biatch" and fack off. So easy. Some whom are more "efficient" in using their own time log on to IRC to talk big and smart, ended up scolded by people in the channel sayin they are too noisy.. Some luggy best, stay in channel to argue and quarrel with each other, exchanging vulgarities.. sometimes looking at what they type simply makes me laugh.. "What are these assclowns doing" XD They got nothing better to do or they are deprived from getting insulted or the little amount of chances for the using of those words in real life(yeah.. oh ya.. get a life please, thanks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to serious, the advancement of communication technology does change us alot. before the handphone era,(pentium 1) period.. internet is what? edible? NFI!(No facking idea), we communicate with each other via house phones?(my time) Going to school means so much to me cause its the only time to get around with friends after one night of thinking how are they doing. During graduation days, people cry, ultimate farewell.. like ITE(its the end).&lt;br /&gt;These day during graduation days, I can hear ppl "EH YO! TONIGHT MSN AH? SWEE" cool. Seems like we can skip the emotional parts cause we are backed up by our communication tools.. but excessive reliance of using these tools might end us up in not being able to really appreciate the people around us. Even if we DO, are aware of appreciating their presence, WHO the fack can entertain ALL at 1 time..LOL! looking at my msn list simply makes me sick. SO many ppl there, always in dilemma to think who to catch up with, biasness definitely plays a part somehow but not to the extreme though. How i wish i could just say "hi biatch and bye". but normally a decent conversation can last me an hour or so coz i believe in the QUality of chatting, not the quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, people who rely alot on friends get worse becoz they can approach almost everyone via his/her phone.. They will nver be alone. which i think is bad.. somtimes i love being alone.. it just gives me peace.. nfi why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way.. lifestyle changes.. approaches seems to be so much easier and tighter, so much to the extend that sometimes it requires one to put in more effort in acheiving self privacy.. well.. that depends on who.. have to live with it either way.. Look at friendster and other friendly neigbourhood websites.. people just simply put up their handsome/ pretty pictures and bees just keep swarming in.. compared to the past, chances on getting one's contact number is already an issue. Good or bad, that depends on individuals.. but i would definitely prefer to approach people in a more sincere and decent way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110214768218599705?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110214768218599705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110214768218599705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110214768218599705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110214768218599705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/communications.html' title='Communications'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-110209966292580225</id><published>2004-12-04T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T03:00:38.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeST invenTion EVER!</title><content type='html'>ok ok ok ok.... i've heard &lt;em&gt;many, many, many&lt;/em&gt; ppl telling me to write about some personal stuff or thoughts on my blog, these ideas came from on one*, no name*, and nobody*. respectively.&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;alright&lt;/em&gt; to answer to these guys whom have given me these wonderful suggestions, &lt;em&gt;i will&lt;/em&gt; write something personal even if this is a blog that me and me bro share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeLL here gOeS... &lt;em&gt;today hor&lt;/em&gt;.... while i was at work hor... i punch in card la... then go into the kitchen to see see wat things were going on la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------OK OK OK! sTOP SNORING ALREADY!---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;* ok ok where was i? right! i remember now. I was at work today and i noticed about a wonderful invention that everyone uses but never notices, think hard about wat it is... yes yes... think some more... think harder can? &lt;em&gt;sigh... gu&lt;/em&gt;ess nobody* was right when he said i was too intelectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok its the sPoON! yar! imagine drinking soup without it! u will look like beauty and the beast, only thing is, &lt;em&gt;u are &lt;strong&gt;the beast.&lt;/strong&gt; =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YuP yUp, i have alot of free time sometimes, so within my 1.5m x 3m area of a kitchen stenched with fried oil, "cured" meat and my colleague's hugo boss turned stale almond perfume smells, i realised the reach of the invention we are talking about now.. This innovation is SO gReAT, that it has touched lifes without the ones using it noticing it! our daily lives would never be the same, and most definately, dining would not be so comfortable. yes yes! u agree with me rite? (heh for once &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;actually &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;!) i mean, come on! wat kind of life would it be without an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;strong&gt;irCon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rite? (in case u were wondering about the spoon? pls move on? thanx!) food courts and hawker centres would be &lt;em&gt;the same&lt;/em&gt;! mOviEs wuN bE sO comfoRtaBlE! construction workers in japan who dun have a home wun spend the ticket on a movie pass to spend the night inside an aircon cinema! (the show just keeps running, u can sit in a show for as long as u like, no such thing is screening times) and hot weather will be....&lt;strong&gt; OUCH...! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on! think about it! would u like watching a movie without aircon!? imagine shopping thru the Heerens or TAKA when their aircon broke down?! or is it justifiable for a food court to charge u that extra amount if its aircon is not working*??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thuS i noticed that the onli problem with my life being unperfect rite now is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DuN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;------------&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIRCON!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arGh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: if u have been to a food court that has poor airconditioning, pls let me know! i will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110209966292580225?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110209966292580225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110209966292580225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110209966292580225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110209966292580225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-invention-ever_04.html' title='BeST invenTion EVER!'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9300229.post-110183609710521899</id><published>2004-12-01T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T01:39:24.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AunTiE AunTiE!!</title><content type='html'>AunTies... aw come on... they can be such sweet ppl! Randy, give them some credit! at 40 or 50 plus, they still have the strength to push u into the mrt... to stare at u so strongly enough that anyone is forced to give up the seat they are eyeing in the mrt, and of cos... StILL be COMPLETELY OVERWHELMINGLY great at locating and buying cheap stuffs all around town! i mean come on! i cannot even keep up to my school work which stays at one place and 1 time all the time, they travel ALL AROUND, ALL THE TIME! w00t! i am impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but, theres moRE!! think about that approving stare they give u or that shake of their heads when u are out with someone of the opposite sex! omg! that has got to be THE acknowledgement of the yeaR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the whole, i honestly feel that most aunties are the backbone of the singapore culture! without them, singapore would never have won the "MOST Kiasu Award" at the "Asia Kiasi awards" and that singapore would never have the inspiration to start a campaign of such great achievement and pride as the "courtesy campaign!" - the government would be so lost as to how to motivate the masses had it not been for the aunties!&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing but the word ReSpECt! foR auntiES! yo Yo, u all aunties who behave like everyone else in singapore owes u something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------- RESPECT! ----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110183609710521899?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110183609710521899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110183609710521899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110183609710521899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110183609710521899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/auntie-auntie.html' title='AunTiE AunTiE!!'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110147410548883646</id><published>2004-11-26T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:01:45.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunties</title><content type='html'>Not concerning about aunties whom are nice and sweet but there are those who are so nasty. Some are terrible creatures lurking around in our well loving peaceful Singapore. Irregardless of their size, one of their hidden powerful potential skill is actually the "squeezing into people" technique. They can almost squeeze anywhere that are squeezable unnecessarily. Squeezing into the train while others have not alighten yet, squeezing into the bus bravely(will give bus driver hell if they dare close the door behind on them), squeezing into shops or supermarket that are holding sales etc.. They are certified and licensed to squeeze and scold people whenever they like and they are authorized to shout and scream in the public even if they did anything wrong. Grace is a description that descibes the minority of aunties found in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are aunties so strong?&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions:&lt;br /&gt;-THey are not pretty anymore, no more face to save already.. so they carry a "who CARES" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;-They are pampered since young, either by parents or husband, and so when they reach their auntie age, they turn into the queens of the pampers.&lt;br /&gt;-They can be as bitchy as they want, as greedy as they want, as kiasu as they want and also as unreasonable as they want! they are backed up by their husbands or their gender(a woman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two general type of ways to solve disputes..&lt;br /&gt;Either via verbal argument, or aggression.&lt;br /&gt;Well, talking about aunties, they own both. why?&lt;br /&gt;Using Verbal argument&lt;br /&gt;1. you can never reason out with an auntie coz they are always right.&lt;br /&gt;Using Aggression&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you ever hit a "lady" !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIL ALL AUNTIES!! THEY ARE CURRENTLY THE VICTORS IN SINGAPORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110147410548883646?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110147410548883646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110147410548883646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110147410548883646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110147410548883646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/aunties.html' title='Aunties'/><author><name>Sw|rL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892208759950361483</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-9300229.post-110131488183246853</id><published>2004-11-25T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T01:10:58.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet gaming and life</title><content type='html'>i've spend my life trying to find the peace and delicate balance between working, studying, playing and stuff like that... till now... i still dun have that balance, but i do know 1 thing, i have fun in alot of things i do... internet gaming was a good chapter in my life thats not totally placed at the back but then, i moved on i guess? i've found pleasure in other hobbies and things to do... the thing is however i have realise that i have to keep on moving on to find somethign that i will entertain me. yet, i have been enlightened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------- an interesting encounter at the mrt ---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey there!! long time no seem, wassup dude, everything going fine for u?" *meet a friend whom i always tot was a study geek back in my secondary school*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'ya' as in means wat? u've finished ur jc going on to ns and waiting for ur ns rite?" *trying veri hard to find something to talk about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ooh... ok so how has ur jc life been? pretty happening i should think?" *trying even harder to get something going rather then for 2 ppl who haven seen each other in a long time to stare as though we were enemies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"happening? no, just study... i think"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u mean u got no CCAs or din meet anyone special thru out those times or did something u would like to remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"get 1st in class for a test a few times?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha, icic so wat did u actually do for the 2 years in jc?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"study"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"din enjoy urself or woo any girls or stuff like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no"&lt;br /&gt;---------------------end of conversation-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather end of my frustration in an attempt to talk to this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well having said all that... as my partnet in crime couldn't have put it better... ah bongs, ppl whom do nothing but study, yet are still so happy! "GrRr" *JeAlouSy BrOoDS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and in case u were wondering wat the entire post had anything to do with internet gaming... my aquintance is an avid fan of the game i've come to know as:     Gunbound         =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL HAIL BONGS!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9300229-110131488183246853?l=zswirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110131488183246853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9300229&amp;postID=110131488183246853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110131488183246853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9300229/posts/default/110131488183246853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zswirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/internet-gaming-and-life_25.html' title='Internet gaming and life'/><author><name>-Z-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829863212391798626</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-9300229.post-110131307235119857</id><published>2004-11-25T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:17:52.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet gaming and life</title><content type='html'>Phew.. finally out of the claws of games for quite some time.. gaming sure takes up lot of my time back then. Use to make gaming my life.. when ppl see my face, they see a computer.. when i see myself, i see a meat gaming machine.. talk about lifeless.. dun think its to the extend yet.. but when talking about having life? DIN HAVE either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im so sensitive towards my own time.. seems like every second counts.. even if resting on the bed, i will exploit my brains to plan on what to do later.. (psysically resting only) -_-! brain moves all the time.. keeps spinning and swirling.. hard to relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least life is in the order of what we want now.. everything seems smooth.. trying to make it as fun as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming is still fun.. but probably should spend more time on people around already..&lt;br /&gt;but, i HAIL AH BONGS.. COZ they study all the time and can still be happy! 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