<?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-6106411</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:20:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>november rain</title><subtitle type='html'>there's gotta be more to life, than just these four white walls...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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>413</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-1010454315013089140</id><published>2010-04-25T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:20:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>99 more days to the start.29 to the end. the end is near and the future here.--think God has answered my prayer.  Of late, the question of predestination and prayer have been popping up repeatedly. Why is prayer necessary if it has already  been decided?Someone answered it for me. And the answer is faith.Faith that Christ will provide you with what is the best. Not necessary the best in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1010454315013089140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1010454315013089140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1010454315013089140' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-2282784132226638826</id><published>2010-04-13T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:31:49.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>100%stuck somewhere in between jensen and meckling. was it the agency cost of debt or the agency cost of free cash flows? life is beautiful as it is why do we need random theories. and if they were that functional (in an entirely theoretical world), why do we need to critique them?it also doesnt help that the usual critique renders them useless altogether. a better understanding and insight seems</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2282784132226638826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2282784132226638826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2282784132226638826' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LVPsRdnaK4s/S8NK6fTnKRI/AAAAAAAAACU/WTE39NJtgf4/s72-c/2009-10-30+08.11.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8898073465974606577</id><published>2010-04-12T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:00:02.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1am1am and the rain is falling. haha not 2am!its a hot, noisy and useless area in the day. but in the night, my balcony turns into a comfort chillax zone. where i can enjoy the night breeze, the occasional car and the random plane taking off.ii still have yet to prioritise my life. but fortunately, i think i got my priorities for ppl right.&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8898073465974606577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8898073465974606577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8898073465974606577' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7792546703995301677</id><published>2010-03-31T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:16:49.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CREDITSmind you, i selected and made the order. ask me why and the truth is, i dont know. but the question is why didnt anyone ask?and the answer is, really, far from something of a sophisticated form. emotion-the agent which blinds rationality. the overwhelming joy and the element of surprise can allow one to be carried away. a little too far perhaps.and perhaps the extended length of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7792546703995301677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7792546703995301677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#7792546703995301677' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-3991743914171883875</id><published>2010-03-24T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:13:52.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pmkg/eoe/cf/lbo/macroi want a scirocco.i cant afford it. i maybe have more than 50bucks in my account but that would only pay the VW car decal?on the other hand. johnny's doing fine. despite the fact that wrinkles have been crawling over the leather seats, most of my friends still insist its relatively well maintained. VW scirocco only comes in a manual @ the top end models. and its almost 150k? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3991743914171883875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3991743914171883875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3991743914171883875' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7408257231282463805</id><published>2010-01-24T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:30:37.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALTI the 4 men bunk. the toilet with country club finishings and sports facilities. jeff would play his classical guitar in the dead of the night and the notes would ring in my ear."were you playing @ 4am last nite?""you could hear?""yes it was in A"sometimes the talent that you are blessed with will come back haunting your sleep.sleep was aplenty when we had the chance. when the times were bad, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7408257231282463805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7408257231282463805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7408257231282463805' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-758800437919933786</id><published>2010-01-21T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:28:02.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PHew!luckily for me. i chose to keep shut. and it paid off.... 3 years later!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/758800437919933786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/758800437919933786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#758800437919933786' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-116930878915302899</id><published>2010-01-12T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:39:03.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AQ (suited)so let the dust and the furious heartbeat settleand make way for a rational mindthink positionand play it in linea raise for surebut to what extent?to bait enoughto sustain the handwhat the flop bringsonly time will telland time will tellif you played it wellno guts, no gloryno pain, no gaina gambler's storysure sounds insaneso let the dust and the furious heartbeat settleand maybe ill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116930878915302899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116930878915302899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#116930878915302899' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-383569153311751881</id><published>2009-11-24T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:41:13.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue Vapourthere he lay in corridor,dejected and rejected. the clock read 2225. it was barely half an hour ago when impatience got the better of him. he had a brilliant idea, it would all work out wouldn't it?the night was not going to be easy.&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/383569153311751881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/383569153311751881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#383569153311751881' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-4601499942570504008</id><published>2009-11-20T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:17:05.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the rain goes on&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4601499942570504008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4601499942570504008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4601499942570504008' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-3617215903546942568</id><published>2009-11-16T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:34:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>november rainsitting down in school's equivalent of the "void deck". it sure looks like one but it sure isnt anything like it.no friends, no food and no posers. i guess i could do with this void deck!&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3617215903546942568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3617215903546942568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3617215903546942568' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-6965191992845705240</id><published>2009-08-10T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:10:15.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(r)evolutionlunch was fantastic and the good ole days just seemed like they never left. unfortunately, our Maker chooses to mold us over the course of time by removing us from what we deem best sometimes.perhaps the current stage is indeed transitory, merely a stepping stone for the next one. or perhaps, we have fulfilled His purpose.the future will unveil while the present leaves us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6965191992845705240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6965191992845705240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6965191992845705240' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8553609618732895207</id><published>2009-07-04T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:51:31.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M1J1a few tigers later all's fine. like MJ, tiger was probably one of the better things that life has to offer.&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8553609618732895207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8553609618732895207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8553609618732895207' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-5352202420789210162</id><published>2009-07-03T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:34:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2SG4there was this occasion when just the 11 of us were in the classroom. 11 students and one form teacher and someone decided to ask mr how what he would see us doing in future. i dont remember what he made out of most of my classmates except for siwei being a used car salesman. (hello???) and myself being a civil servant.of course most of us begged to differ. we had our ambitions, or we thought</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5352202420789210162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5352202420789210162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5352202420789210162' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7446450812829100140</id><published>2009-06-22T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:33:26.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overpairit pains me and it does really sadden me that Man, as powerful as we all are, still fall subject and succumb ourselves to the adversities of life. despite displaying a tenacity worthy of honourable mention, our pride and power still tumble as quickly with the speed and magnitude of domino rows.i myself cannot proclaim to be free from these stumbling blocks, but id never imagine myself to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7446450812829100140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7446450812829100140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7446450812829100140' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7491744714793184798</id><published>2009-06-18T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:56:43.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>H20perhaps the toughest questions to answer are the most direct of them all. and the toughest questions that life seem to pose, are those that are presented to you by none other than yourself.the ministries here seem to formulate a way to answer the public queries by forming a quick smokescreen, going round the bush and wrapping it with an especially sweet and seemingly rounded conclusion.in that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7491744714793184798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7491744714793184798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7491744714793184798' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-3498018403726821020</id><published>2009-06-17T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:30:06.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E=MC2i dont know much about physics and, believe it or not,i dont recall a single formula. but the differences in wavelength is not so much a measurable phenomena as much as a directly observable one.it doesnt take a genius to know its risky ground that we're threading on but faith, hope and love seem to be the only determinants of a optimal outcome.and its by faith, hope and love that one should</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3498018403726821020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3498018403726821020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3498018403726821020' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-6852673127553988188</id><published>2009-06-15T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:33:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CRABSwoohoo.. crab tang hoon was fanstastic! 2 times in a 3 weeks. i must be crazy.ive had crap today too! spending waaaaay too easily. throwing money away....sian. now i feel damn poor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6852673127553988188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6852673127553988188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6852673127553988188' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-473731660452615857</id><published>2009-06-14T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:56:09.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>250mlthere's 250 ml of canned shiraz on my table. now its a full unopened can. but to many, 250 is half of a 500ml bottle. which brings me to the overused half empty and half full analogy. so much has been lost, but the good news is, not all has.so God willing, all will be fine."Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/473731660452615857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/473731660452615857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#473731660452615857' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-9051677044726295446</id><published>2009-06-13T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:28:34.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CPLback to the old days. i just love reminiscing the good/bad ole' times. but i vividly remember this evening when the whole course figured that we had to get 'lan lan' a pair of specs. we must have pooled about a hundred odd dollars, not bad for poor conscripts....well, you see, 'lan lan' (i cant believe i forgot his name now) was a nice chap,albeit a little queer and weird. educated in SJI and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/9051677044726295446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/9051677044726295446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#9051677044726295446' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-1513403857334277384</id><published>2009-06-06T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:52:27.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>__ killed the cati almost died today. my mind's in a mess and preparing for a combined 16 hours drive without rest, or rather with the knowledge that i do not have time to rest is killing me. the mouse, the multi tabbed browser, high speed broadband all are danger bends on the freeway.today i almost died.and if you're wondering. the answer is technology.technology killed the cat. well, almost.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1513403857334277384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1513403857334277384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1513403857334277384' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-3305914522849186006</id><published>2009-06-04T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:30:50.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOTTEGAi guess its true. well maybe not entirely but the paradox of information really holds. finally a 'theory' that is applicable in my life. its weird but if i could id probably thank you for making this day really much better than it would be. and i realise that you'd probably not know, but it really is an emotional catharsis worth letting out.well not all. i guess that sums up the paradox of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3305914522849186006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3305914522849186006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3305914522849186006' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-4204016630902526686</id><published>2009-06-03T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:25:37.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DEATHexercise : list down the names of the individuals you can phone in the middle of the night for help.it is strange how a death of a certain individual actually managed to stir the little sympathy i have in me. for one, i do not know him. but life ironically screams in your face, using the facade of death.when youth is terminated abruptly, people question why. how can one live a busy city life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4204016630902526686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4204016630902526686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4204016630902526686' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-6155122573413979354</id><published>2009-04-05T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:44:47.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S CLUBso i held on to my pen and thought deeply. who should i put down? my mind drew blank...i guess it was then that i realised all was forgiven. its tough, but bygones should remain bygones.i liken myself to Switzerland. beautiful and incredibly neutral. =)no, but on a more serious note, i try my best and id bend forward, backwards, sidewards or in my friend's words "diagonally" not to step on 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will be turning 23 this year. yes... 23 seems waaaaay so far older than 21.but i dont seem to find any motivation for me to pursue my current course. it seems rather silly to put in effort for that disadvantage piece of paper you will be holding.on the other hand, im seriously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/648010581010047222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/648010581010047222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#648010581010047222' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-2023577581673209515</id><published>2009-03-30T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:28:17.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BROWNwhat do you get when difficult meets silly? how do you tell the someone 'you're so silly' in his face. or how do you tell someone to quit being difficult.me "...so why is there a wall on the roof?"difficult "because of the structure.."me "then why is this roof wall-less"difficult " because then there will be nothing to support the roof"silly "what wall??..there's no wall lah..."me " then why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2023577581673209515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2023577581673209515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2023577581673209515' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-1469771150054193379</id><published>2009-03-27T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:16:12.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BREADisnt life all about politics? every move isnt just a simple step forward or back. it seems as though every slight displacement has gone through a vigorous thought process, cost-benefit analysis.just hating so much of this aspect of life. at the risk of sounding really like a cliche spewing machine...why cant you love someone/something for who the person is and not by his worth? even the word</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1469771150054193379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1469771150054193379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1469771150054193379' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-5100314676896374381</id><published>2009-03-24T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:44:25.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today proceeds ignoring yesterday's non-eventthe pages dont reflect when it first beganand the sparrows still chirpbut sing a different tunethe stallion carriesmore than you assumewhen the sun setsembrace the star lit skynever againnever will i try</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5100314676896374381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5100314676896374381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5100314676896374381' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8078271158731015746</id><published>2009-03-23T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:08:18.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUMnow that im so far behind. playing a game  of catch up is near impossible. that is not to say that i give up. no, im hardly giving up. im gonna fight and if i fail, im not gonna lie and say i tried... i will be dejected. perhaps what's not yours is not meant to be yours. but at the end of the day, ill be doing myself a great disservice if no attempts were made.ill try...step by step.slowly can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8078271158731015746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8078271158731015746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8078271158731015746' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-4263384706771102954</id><published>2009-03-18T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:14:59.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knowsteak-ed for like the 3rd time this week. never mind that they all turned out differently each time. filling application forms just suck so badly. line after line... seriously, what has family income gotta do with anything?tsk tsk."...I know and I've tried..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4263384706771102954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4263384706771102954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4263384706771102954' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-3328793585547752694</id><published>2009-03-15T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:39:21.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TIMEOUToh how time flies. the face of a clock is round, turning endlessly and rather furiously. life is a cycle and unfortunately, control over time is impossible.wasnt it just yesterday that we  would walked to ezi mart to buy snacks? oh how the auntie would make us leave our bags at the entrance so we wouldnt steal.wasnt it too long ago that the much more expensive 7-11 popped up in the CC and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3328793585547752694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3328793585547752694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3328793585547752694' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-2574939679247838261</id><published>2009-03-09T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:46:12.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>$aveno child can ever comprehend why his parent cant or wouldnt buy him the nice pencil case that his classmate in school has. but no mother should fail to explain why she will not buy him nice pencil case.there is no shame in saying you cant afford it.there is no harm in saying the child doesnt deserve it.there is not much to lose to admit it that the idea didnt cross your mind.an explanation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2574939679247838261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2574939679247838261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2574939679247838261' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-2082751790367380504</id><published>2009-03-04T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:11:09.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>40 its been waay too long for me to even recall, but last evening's meeting jolted my memory. of a trying time where all that was needed was a weekend reprieve.  and all that i looked forwarded to was encouragement and support. a listening ear through the cool evenings and messages through the difficult days.of course in the most ironic of circumstances, i was lifted and had a change of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2082751790367380504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2082751790367380504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2082751790367380504' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-703981663256582489</id><published>2009-02-15T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:02:44.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;.&lt;   it really isnt about the expensive and material stuff that count. the simple things in life still makes one smile.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/703981663256582489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/703981663256582489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#703981663256582489' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-5319541226496724183</id><published>2009-02-12T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:53:35.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sicktotal was peaceful. finally. my constant need to escape was pacified. so i decided to sit down and make peace with my thoughts. i did. but im still coughing. heh....it doesnt matter cause leona from UK is still bleeding love...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5319541226496724183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5319541226496724183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5319541226496724183' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-3316798296533719921</id><published>2009-02-05T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:12:22.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dramaits nice to know how God has placed many people in our lives for various reasons. more often than not, we fail to see the bigger picture. to say that i wasnt sad would be outright lying on my part. today i'll be praying for wisdom, praying for strength and more importantly...ill be praying for friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3316798296533719921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3316798296533719921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3316798296533719921' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7134766762678884738</id><published>2009-02-04T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:34:49.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forever Lovethe japs knew emo waaay before we did. that being said. dont u think he's such a pretty pianist?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7134766762678884738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7134766762678884738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7134766762678884738' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7402032741792723109</id><published>2009-02-04T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:07:19.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scaredsilence means just so much more. the non-communication. lets forget bout the non verbal cues that body language easily gives away. im referring to absolute silence. the kind that makes time freeze ,causes me to wonder and spurs my thoughts to drift and settle on the worst case scenarios. the deafening cries of silence haunts me.i need to tell her to hush. caught in the crossfire of thoughts</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7402032741792723109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7402032741792723109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7402032741792723109' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-3646285225038244110</id><published>2009-01-29T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:52:45.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3/4too late.i know its weird, but in a warped and unique case of bad timing, too late for one is too early for another.i am sorry. and i know this sorry, is too late."..and the stars in the sky, they are mirrors..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3646285225038244110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3646285225038244110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3646285225038244110' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-2540163367573753953</id><published>2009-01-24T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:39:27.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TEARS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2540163367573753953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2540163367573753953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2540163367573753953' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7466577182919988393</id><published>2009-01-22T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:43:03.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Firstit was a great experience even though we screwed up a little. professional lighting, a flawless sound system and a real stage.on stage, everything's a blur. the blinding lights threaten to expose all your little flaws and one cant help but feel a bit rockstar-ish when all eyes are on him. well, i guess the absence of stage fright is a true hallmark of a pro. maybe the fact that the hundreds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7466577182919988393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7466577182919988393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7466577182919988393' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-4960790453516495834</id><published>2009-01-19T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:34:34.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UCCits kinda last minute and i hope all goes well. i really think this really brings a whole new meaning to last minute. but ive seen professionalism right before my eyes today. mee pok man or rockstar? hmmm..."im here waiting for you... no need to cry"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4960790453516495834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4960790453516495834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4960790453516495834' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8038741486870783718</id><published>2009-01-18T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:32:57.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUNBLOCKto use or not to use. that is the question. too much and you end up fair and beautiful. none, and bad burns await you. i guess i'd rather be fair and beautiful :)1-1. not that a bad score. the last goal was rather spectacular i'd say.you know you needn't be that politically correct... it just hurts me more that you've made escapism your reality.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8038741486870783718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8038741486870783718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8038741486870783718' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-1105984991393093557</id><published>2009-01-17T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:44:33.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONLINEthe whole afternoon today was spent sleeping. and for the second night this week, dinner was pizza and beer. american culture( of lack of it), totally loving it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1105984991393093557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1105984991393093557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1105984991393093557' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-6419632990104873374</id><published>2009-01-15T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:09:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aMUSEthere something about this week. flying faster that it really should. with every week brings about new revelations. perhaps its His way of slowly unraveling the ultimate mystery in an incomprehensible unit known as time.yes, time is indeed running out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6419632990104873374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6419632990104873374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6419632990104873374' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-2967509343188010030</id><published>2009-01-14T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:34:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PRAYERi said a prayer for you.like i always do.nites.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2967509343188010030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2967509343188010030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2967509343188010030' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-4961174418951736899</id><published>2009-01-13T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:00:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RUNI'll sing it one last time for youThen we really have to goYou've been the only thing that's rightIn all I've doneAnd I can barely look at youBut every single time I doI know we'll make it anywhereAway from hereLight up, light upAs if you have a choiceEven if you cannot hear my voiceI'll be right beside you dearLouder louderAnd we'll run for our livesI can hardly speak I understandWhy you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4961174418951736899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4961174418951736899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4961174418951736899' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LVPsRdnaK4s/SWw7PNdBm7I/AAAAAAAAACI/VbIfLyYdazY/s72-c/140_4001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-3145817550664434111</id><published>2008-06-09T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:42:35.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pls ignore my previous posts. esp with reference to the last one. it was a vain attempt to get the banks reply for a school project.post camp."back to hectic schedule". rubbish. everyone's busy.no one has time for anyone. no time for you the ordinary. only time for loved ones. time is reserved for the priviledged. the preferred. the special ones. the extraordinary.amazing how excess time and free</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3145817550664434111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/3145817550664434111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3145817550664434111' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-4306616705383695033</id><published>2008-03-25T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:47:53.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was over at OCBC yesterday, wanting to request to the bank to have the $2 surcharge removed. The $2 surcharge will be incurred once the balance in your account falls below $1000 and it applies to everybody above 21 years, including even students. This is rather absurd especially when other banks such as POSB will waive the surcharge for students.       As a student, I am not working and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4306616705383695033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/4306616705383695033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4306616705383695033' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-2604714280793215085</id><published>2007-11-23T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:00:22.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seems like every other post begins with"havent been here in a while".indeed it is. havent been here in ages.anyway the wait is over. the time is up. the time is now.way longer than i had expected. maybe it was easier to agree on everything then.like they say, life is a full circle. we're now back where we started from. where do we go....where do we go ....where do we go now?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2604714280793215085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2604714280793215085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2604714280793215085' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-5527375464710427379</id><published>2007-09-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it seems that the government have unveiled to the public their grand plan of expanding the number of local universities here in spore. a 4th, 5th or even 6th they say.but noooo.it wasnt due the public's outcry of the lack of university places... rather, it was the ministry's 'foresight'. in pragmatic and forward-looking(yes i quoted my social studies textbook)singapore, planning for the future is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5527375464710427379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5527375464710427379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5527375464710427379' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVPsRdnaK4s/Rt1v1HitEKI/AAAAAAAAABc/0S9EgmXu4PQ/s72-c/logo_sim.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-5752407277937611352</id><published>2007-08-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:32.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>isnt the singapore flyer reflective of life? the ups and the downs? and maybe as some say... life is a full circle, you return to the point where it began.or maybe, life's larger than life but sometimes go unnoticed. again, like the singapore flyer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5752407277937611352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5752407277937611352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5752407277937611352' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LVPsRdnaK4s/RsBs_AP7DiI/AAAAAAAAABU/WgS3_3P9F2Q/s72-c/DSC01661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-6340196335452877131</id><published>2007-08-08T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:06:06.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>walking down orchard road alone is liberating. lonely some may say. but it really does offer you the oppurtunity of people watching, eating, shopping and deciding on your products w/o influence.try it.ps. i havent done it in a while myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6340196335452877131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6340196335452877131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6340196335452877131' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7709114893463096095</id><published>2007-08-07T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sunday morning. m113 parked by the road. ironically nicely within the confined parking lots near what used to be a haven for bowling, kite flying and table bbq. the night before was spent doing guard duty, alternating between rest and relaxed watch overnight. well, i ate into someone elses guard time happily. the night flew by and wasnt too slow. must have been the company.sunday morning was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7709114893463096095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7709114893463096095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7709114893463096095' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVPsRdnaK4s/RriOOwP7DhI/AAAAAAAAABM/KR788n0aHZI/s72-c/m113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8966564043675509665</id><published>2007-08-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:12:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hardly blog nowadays, but sheer boredom drove me back here. you can imagine just about how bored i was in junior college.*sigh* reminisce...anyway, there's this pressing matter in my head that i have to blog about. see, the value of something varies from individual to individual...tearrrghh....u know what.forget it. not gonna blog bout it. just feeling so frustrated</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8966564043675509665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8966564043675509665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8966564043675509665' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-5288281279984100634</id><published>2007-07-10T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>josh's attempt to park head in. caught in between.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5288281279984100634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5288281279984100634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5288281279984100634' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LVPsRdnaK4s/RpOZPgu6QlI/AAAAAAAAABE/8YYk1u6hD8E/s72-c/DSC01460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8960222588979681266</id><published>2007-06-13T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:12:15.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They said love hurts, I wrote that bookI climbed that wall, I had one lookBut you just came around, to say helloThe streets were filled, with guilty heartsAnd here was I right from the start andI lost everything, when I lost you.         So tell me, Why should I let you go   Give me 20 good reasons   I need to knowAnd at that point, there was no painThere was no sky, there was no rainFor, all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8960222588979681266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8960222588979681266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8960222588979681266' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-5298488157709303681</id><published>2007-05-29T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:22:21.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>unswwell. i guess i didnt have to make a decision. and yes, i did my SATs for nothing. what a waste of effort and time. all the months and the worrying...all down to nothing. no one expected it, certainly not me.but in a way, i didnt have to make anymore decisions. it narrowed my options to just one. if i am not willing to leave this island's shores--SIM would be my best and only choice.guess im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5298488157709303681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5298488157709303681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5298488157709303681' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-5688900937253674158</id><published>2007-04-23T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:32.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chicken thigh. ahh...for you mom. drumstick...for you friend!!!! wing....for you sis. breast....for you cousin!!!! aiyo...no more chicken left.... *ideA!!!* head, backside and maybe some scraps from the bones.... just mash lah. just whack. salt , pepper and seasoning....see yummy nuggets for you my dear!!! dunch say i never give u nice food ah. i took the whole day to make for you hor. plus i fry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5688900937253674158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/5688900937253674158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5688900937253674158' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LVPsRdnaK4s/RiyX2NGnv1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/jfpsFY87_zw/s72-c/nuggets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-6290289373506424160</id><published>2007-04-23T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:05:13.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chocolateisland creamery offers great pulut hitam, tiger sorbet, reverso and teh tarik. the fancy flavours cater to the demands of todays people. always looking for some marketing gimmick, something new and creative...personally, i wouldnt say the flavours are gimmicks because they're really good!!!( they better pay me advertising money...haha). but in our search for the teh tariks and reversos..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6290289373506424160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/6290289373506424160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6290289373506424160' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-1264031626510083408</id><published>2007-04-17T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:55:52.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>youth. hope. only levis. heels. jacket. walks. rides. ice cream. nineteen. concrete. blue vapour. staircase. canal. toilet. morning. message.blanket. QT. missed calls. jealousy. celebrations. bus stop. swimming pool. bbq. changi airport. relatives. taxi. vegetable. century egg. crystal jade. questions. car ride. sembawang. restless night. phone call. sorry. dont know. fight. push up. photo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1264031626510083408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/1264031626510083408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1264031626510083408' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7682052710358645374</id><published>2007-04-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:24:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...Hear heaven's voices singTheir thunderous anthem ringsThrough emerald courts and sapphire skies ..."just sitting at the back row listening to this song...means so much to me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7682052710358645374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7682052710358645374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7682052710358645374' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8826534975148583759</id><published>2007-04-12T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:54:33.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont approach me on orchard road. i do not donate. it is not in my habit to give. i wont buy the tissue from the old man selling 3 packets for a dollar. i wont give certain dubious unheard of charity a cent...... for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness....2 COR 6:14*was just pondering over this verse. nothing to do with the blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8826534975148583759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8826534975148583759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8826534975148583759' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8649047645290360166</id><published>2007-04-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:32.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>joe was a guitarist. he was passionated about what he did. music was his talent, his only one in fact. everyday, joe would devote his time to his guitar. his guitar was special, it wasnt a factory produced. in fact it was handcrafted.however, owing to the fact that it was handcrafted, his guitar would occasionally disappoint. at certain concerts, it would go out of tune. sometimes, his guitar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8649047645290360166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8649047645290360166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8649047645290360166' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LVPsRdnaK4s/RhpQmZtMguI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gK904YnLfj8/s72-c/_JOE4116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8361071934107036143</id><published>2007-04-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:53:38.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know but i somehow get a feeling that people want to use me as an example. or worst still, try to subtly send me a message by abusing these otherwise useful events.maybe i am too sensitive. or is it just coincidence that i would be so relevant. im not angry, nor am i affected. im certain that im reading too much into the situation.will just avoid it meanwhile..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8361071934107036143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8361071934107036143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8361071934107036143' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-7448913102688726835</id><published>2007-04-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:41:03.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the rich kidtimothy used to zip into primary school in his dad's z4(top down)at the speed of lightning. as such he was never late. tuition after tuition...piano lessons after violin...followed by maybe the flute. when timothy didnt want to step in the muddy field(his mom told him never to dirty himself ) during PE lesson...his friends all lamented-spoilt rich kid.timothy couldnt get into a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7448913102688726835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/7448913102688726835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7448913102688726835' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-2167887473475689017</id><published>2007-03-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:55:19.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he sat there quite oblivious to the deafening ticking of his cheap watch. it read 1143pm. one couldnt blame him. he was trying, reviewing what went wrong. the trust that he thought was recently re established was nowhere to be found. the short day had been fufilling. shopping in the morning followed by lessons in the afternoon. never mind the parking fine. one episode of grey's anatomy allowed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2167887473475689017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2167887473475689017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2167887473475689017' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-8502924522352252629</id><published>2007-03-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:14:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont understand why no one understands. no one. not one. it hurts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8502924522352252629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/8502924522352252629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8502924522352252629' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-2754506893689215779</id><published>2007-02-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:35.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i didnt know i had such beautiful legs then. damn it...look @ tt lovely tan. now the only tan i have is the one that follows my first name.well... i was 18 then. hahah..turning 21 this year really makes me feel old. but this is a time of self improvement. the only period where slippery time actually stays firmly in your grip. you stare at it. wondering what to do with it....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2754506893689215779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/2754506893689215779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2754506893689215779' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LVPsRdnaK4s/ReL_aLBuBFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PZvF_RdMUJU/s72-c/138_3837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-117109891440842236</id><published>2007-02-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:15:14.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wesley boy all grown up now.completed NS.entering uni.got his license.got his car.but somethings...like starbucks, never change.ps.this pic was taken in phuket.but even if it were taken in mongolia or new york...itd still look the same.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/117109891440842236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/117109891440842236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117109891440842236' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-116964128899303646</id><published>2007-01-24T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:21:29.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember the orange flavored cod liver oil advertisement where this cute little boy would faithfully take a spoon each day and then take his height??? he couldnt wait to grow up.well growing up its difficult.its really an irony that as a children we strive to be like adults...the dressing...look... handphones and pagers.but adults on the contrary never stop reminding us that teenage days were the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116964128899303646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116964128899303646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116964128899303646' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-116774079634236429</id><published>2007-01-02T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:26:36.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>indian poker.a simple (and rather silly) drinking game played by us. chivas 18. malibu. martell vsop. 3 new bottles ushered in the new year threatening to knock the 6 of us out. however, their intimidating presence just did tt---intimidate. after a couple of rounds, maggi mee, 'take 5 breaks' and watching rooney screw certain oppurtunities... we all headed to sleep in an organised fashion.no puke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116774079634236429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116774079634236429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116774079634236429' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-116704072198279930</id><published>2006-12-25T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:58:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2006 going once, going twice...and soon its gonna be gone.merry christmas everyone. and i mean it. its not just a greeting...but its my sincere hope that all you people will enjoy christmas.it didnt seem too distant when i was at a school mates place during christmas. feeling dejected and lost. happiness was the last thing on my mind.but christmas o6 placed me firmly back on track. we only </summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116445453225683204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116445453225683204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116445453225683204' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-116427343611329808</id><published>2006-11-23T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:19:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He retreated into the corner, slumped against the corridor wall. The cold concrete floor, lined with cigarette butts even though the bin was just a metre away. His mobile still clutched in his left hand with its handsfree kit still firmly plugged into his ear. Barely a few minutes ago, the voice on the other end of the line told him to wait. 2 years he said, 2 years...Never mind the tears, never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116427343611329808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116427343611329808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116427343611329808' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-116393570894854697</id><published>2006-11-19T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:28:29.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it seems quite dusty in here. it has been a really long time since i blogged.well, here's a little update in my life. wes... yes... 'wesley boy' as some may prefer to address me as has turned 20? so what is it like being 20? tts a great question. well, 20 is no different though. is 20 much different from 19?or 18? YES. duh.....i freaking enlisted when i was 18(young naive and innocent)2 years of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116393570894854697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116393570894854697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116393570894854697' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-116187041561131516</id><published>2006-10-26T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:46:55.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>call me if you wanna find out what staring @ the ceiling for hours is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116187041561131516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/116187041561131516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116187041561131516' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115884995331771421</id><published>2006-09-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:45:53.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well.expectations. when my bass guitar teacher walked in my house for the first time today...i think he expected more. being a 'church guitarist'..i think he expected me to be of a certain standard. just like i expected him to be of a certain calibrehaha...i think he way exceeded my expectations and me...well, disappointed him.which bring us to the questions...should expectations be set in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115884995331771421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115884995331771421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115884995331771421' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115841778761006216</id><published>2006-09-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:43:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OoOPs...been rather lazy lately.so havent been blogginanyway, been having sleep troubles lately. for some reasons i will have various weird dreams in the night...some pretty worrying though.hahaanyway, the sweetest one was when i was collecting my pink ic. i swear i woke up with a smile on my face....anyway..............ORD loh!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115841778761006216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115841778761006216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115841778761006216' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115529432858319321</id><published>2006-08-11T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:11:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 ways how i know my bf is becoming beng1. he adds "pattern" into a whole slew of chinese words.. "na ge pattern"2. he mumbles when he speaks english3. he keeps his fringe thinking is way cool4. he drives a civic5. he wants to "zeng" his car6.he talks a lot about wrx7.he wears fake trail slippers.. how uncool..8.he loves taking me to laguna to eat zhi char9.he loves to say chi bei10.he has an ah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115529432858319321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115529432858319321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115529432858319321' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115529186079995164</id><published>2006-08-11T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:34:40.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i found out that mel is actually a very superficial girl.she say tt if i can buy a bm 6 series @ the age of 24 in cash she will be my friend till then.wes is very sad.he just discovered that he is dating the material girl madonna was singing about.i wonder if she can fit into madonna's conical bra.i think there might be too much room if she didbut she is still so cute</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115529186079995164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115529186079995164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115529186079995164' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115452536889258999</id><published>2006-08-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:29:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shudder when i hear the reeling noises of trolleys rolling up and down the ramp.i start hearing high pitch female voices in my dreams.i check my pockets to ensure my keys are there.i recount everything and triple check items that appear in bulk.i talk to warrants like old uncles and aunties and correcting them unnecessarily.i talk to the commissioned like good old time buddies.i hallucinate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115452536889258999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115452536889258999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115452536889258999' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115374007456395810</id><published>2006-07-24T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:21:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so wes bout to leave church with a bass slung over his shoulder when he felt a tiny tug on his hand. he turned but couldnt seem to see anyone at first. looking downwards he spotted little anthea'kor kor wes... for you!!'and she planted a fruit plus sweet in his hand before sprinting off into the sea of people gathered in the fellowship hall.yep. wes does have soft spot for younger, erm correction</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115374007456395810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115374007456395810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115374007456395810' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115331056006677892</id><published>2006-07-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:02:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just spoke to weize online and poured some of my shit into his ears. heh...thanks loads dude! its always nice to have a listening ear...ever been in a situation where u really feel like speaking up but was waaay to afriad of its conseqeunces. like perhaps how someone told u something and you swore never to tell anyone. and suddenly this piece of info becomes so vital tt you feel u had to share it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115331056006677892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115331056006677892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115331056006677892' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115244458534802274</id><published>2006-07-09T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:29:45.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so with droopy eyelids and huge puff eyebags behind those all-so-unglam glasses i dragged myself to church. i did.when was the last time i dragged myself to church i wondered. i never used to. but in the past 7 months... i have, admittedly... many many times.whoa...7 months.090706 felt like 090705. when everyone was still happy and ignorant. ignorant is indeed bliss. what happened to those </summary><link 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115152801900410310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115152801900410310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115152801900410310' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115142003610602878</id><published>2006-06-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:53:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think im a highly misunderstood creature.no...you wont understand will you??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115142003610602878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115142003610602878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115142003610602878' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115132895780536316</id><published>2006-06-26T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:35:57.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just cut my hair. well...this week alone...5 ppl have asked me why my hair is so long. hahahaha... style lah ppl.the warrants just dont get it.anyway. im ord-ing soon. about to embark on the next phase of my life. really excited and i really thank God for seeing me thru phase by phase.as i look back, i clearly see Him demarcating my various phases through my various postings, vocations and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115132895780536316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115132895780536316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115132895780536316' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115037472210073605</id><published>2006-06-15T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:32:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>johnny's clocked more than a thousand km and he needs to be serviced badly.performance has dipped dramatically. perhaps the constant stress placed on its frame by heavy weights is wearing him out...ooOooo...poor thingy. tts it. mel...fiona... im sorry. no more rides in johnny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115037472210073605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115037472210073605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115037472210073605' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-115019611391263853</id><published>2006-06-13T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:23:48.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'...Where is the moment we needed the mostYou kick up the leaves and the magic is lost...'yes i had a bad day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115019611391263853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/115019611391263853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115019611391263853' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-114977214074419398</id><published>2006-06-08T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:09:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been almost 24 hours since i last heard your voice.its still you...it has always been.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114977214074419398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114977214074419398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114977214074419398' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-114890217523936444</id><published>2006-05-29T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:29:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think the days should be spent working and the nights should be spent unwinding....damn excited. i figured out tt inclusive of leave...im gonna ORD in 5 months!!!...hahahajune is here...!!!!oh yah, the latest addition to my family---everyone..meet johnny blue!!! do you love it...????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114890217523936444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114890217523936444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114890217523936444' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-114869309694273907</id><published>2006-05-27T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:24:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up @ 2.45 and was feeeling suuper sian. couldnt go back to sleep... and somehow, for no apparent reason my mind started to drift. thought of so many things id never imagine of thinking.took a piss...tossed and turned till it was 4.15. drifted back into sleep... finally @ 7, DAYLIGHT!!!!hahaha...took of and ran a 2.4!wheee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114869309694273907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114869309694273907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114869309694273907' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-114839103141088310</id><published>2006-05-23T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:30:31.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont u think michelle chia is sooo chio?and dont u think she bears an uncanny resemblance to......hahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114839103141088310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114839103141088310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114839103141088310' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-114830813812758755</id><published>2006-05-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:28:58.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another marked moment in my life.too bad no one's here to celebrate it with me.*sigh*still happy nonetheless... duh. many many reasons to be....=)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114830813812758755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114830813812758755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114830813812758755' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-114822461249994241</id><published>2006-05-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:16:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it really wasnt too good a day.all the events...perhaps somethings really should be left unknownknowledge may be powerful but ignorance is bliss.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114822461249994241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114822461249994241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114822461249994241' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-114809277242662989</id><published>2006-05-20T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:39:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remembered messaging a friend yesterday that all was well at work. well... that was before the afternoon came.what a horrible friday afternoon... a freaking 5 day week seemed like waay longer than the previous 4 day. my proposal of a 4 day work week and 3 day weekend still stands. although impractical and barely feasible(which happens to be who i am), the possibility of any dream materialising </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114809277242662989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114809277242662989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114809277242662989' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-114795913252292499</id><published>2006-05-18T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:32:12.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'blessedness is so fragile'....indeed.felt like the weight of the world was on me today. whoever really believed me when i say im paid to sleep should really reconsider believing. physically and mentally demanding. damn im tired. didnt manage to run today..*sigh*putting on weight sial...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114795913252292499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114795913252292499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114795913252292499' title=''/><author><name>Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16064201358247292380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106411.post-114787433470368171</id><published>2006-05-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:58:54.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weekend.weekend's here...whee!!!!!!!i can smell it.2 more days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114787433470368171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106411/posts/default/114787433470368171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewash.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114787433470368171' 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