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Snow</title><subtitle type='html'>the wind that blows... the water that falls... the winter that stays...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>772</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7582251397188342833</id><published>2012-02-19T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T16:46:51.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>0932 313</title><summary type='text'>here's a song that makes my day.it's an old song by Jordan Chan which i really like.i tried to find out the meaning of 0932.i'm sure i've tried that before.but today's a refresher of what 0932 is.when 0932 is said in mandarin, twist the pronunciation a bit and it would sound like..."Ni Jiu Xiang Er", or you should think...direct translation into english doesn't look all that fantastic.but it goes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7582251397188342833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7582251397188342833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7582251397188342833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7582251397188342833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2012/02/0932-313.html' title='0932 313'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848055008975243230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/v8zu8-tgEHU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-992075653074370019</id><published>2012-02-17T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T21:46:08.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something i saw in the forum</title><summary type='text'>Buddhism does not require other religions to be wrong in order for Buddhism to be right....That would be so small minded!This was a quote from a picture from a sg forum that was talking about a recent poster that a NUS christian club put up saying something about buddhism in thailand.In actual words of the poster,"thailand is a place of little true joy"and they went on to imply that it's because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/992075653074370019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=992075653074370019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/992075653074370019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/992075653074370019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2012/02/something-i-saw-in-forum.html' title='something i saw in the forum'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848055008975243230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-8385650816128213697</id><published>2012-02-14T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T15:06:23.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting sighting</title><summary type='text'>It's been quite a while since I've been here. Still busy with my graduation essay which is still progressing slow. Even with a deadline extension from 6th feb to 20th feb, I might still be unable to submit a full draft. As much as I want to, the organization of the information flow really takes up a lot of effort and time. But at least I think I'm doing fine now.

Was on the train home from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/8385650816128213697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=8385650816128213697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8385650816128213697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8385650816128213697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2012/02/interesting-sighting.html' title='An interesting sighting'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5111661702846869651</id><published>2012-01-31T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:47:27.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fyp'/><title type='text'>FYP draft 1</title><summary type='text'>progress: negligiblethe past few days have been just searching and saving more and more pdf articles into my personal folder and not writing or reading much.there's this uneasiness feeling that is filling up my mind at the moment and it's taking a lot of willpower to contain it and not avoid the situation by doing other stuffs, a.k.a procrastination. the more i put off writing and reading, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5111661702846869651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>today's the 8th day of chinese new year.it's been a relatively good chinese new year celebration so far, with the reunion dinner at my aunt's place, watching fireworks with my family under the pouring rain which drenched us all even with a freaking huge umbrella because the wind was so strong, going to relatives' house...and on the 2nd night, i'm officially with someone =)along with the start of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/2872142283700000094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=2872142283700000094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2872142283700000094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2872142283700000094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2012/01/8th-day-of-cny.html' title='The 8th day of CNY'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1054481120836944139</id><published>2012-01-17T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:41:17.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>爱情色盲</title><summary type='text'>很多年以后的一个早晨，女人依旧像往常一样在镜前描眉抹唇，男人不经意的说，其实，你涂红色的唇膏更好看。半天，女人终于反应过来，幸福的泪一下子毁了她精致的妆………… 女人从出生开始似乎注定要经历磨难、母亲难产，出生后，女人的左前额，比别的孩子多了一块斑，红色的。母亲说，那是胎记，每个人或多或少都会有的。母亲说这话的时候，她还小，还不懂得一块红色的斑长在一个女人的脸上意味着什么。她觉得没有什么不好，就像她精致的五官那么平常。 当女人意识到的时候，背后有人喊她丑女人已经很久了，其实如果她没有那块斑，她应是一个绝色的女子，她开始蓄刘海，她想用她那乌黑的头发遮住那个刺眼的红。女人到了恋爱的年龄，可她没有勇气去追求她想要的爱情，左前额那块红色的斑是她心中一颗朱砂痣，时刻磨砺着她骄傲的心。 但爱情还是来了，那是个艺术家，女人不懂艺术，打小崇拜搞艺术的人，那个男人说，你有婀娜多姿的身材和一张艺术的脸，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1054481120836944139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=1054481120836944139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1054481120836944139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1054481120836944139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_17.html' title='爱情色盲'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848055008975243230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4926950889836997961</id><published>2012-01-16T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:39:26.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><summary type='text'>this is the second week of the new semester, and also my last one as an undergrad.things btw us took a change again on that same day with some new term that we discovered. it was a critical discovery which led us to where we are now. and i hope with this newfound knowledge, we're able to go further than either of us could imagine. =)it was a bit frustrating for the start of the new term as i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4926950889836997961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=4926950889836997961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4926950889836997961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4926950889836997961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848055008975243230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1320664508296390332</id><published>2012-01-05T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:00:14.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doesn't help</title><summary type='text'>i couldn't shake off this feeling that my insides are constantly being squeezed.i hate this feeling. as much as i like to suave and walk away, i was stopped by something i can't control. my thoughts.it's strange to think this way when thoughts are something one would usually think they have control over. but in actual fact, not all thoughts are voluntary. just as, not all thoughts are involuntary</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1320664508296390332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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felt a little suffocating.there's something swirling inside of me.i can't get it out.or do i want to get it out?it hurts to think.guess now it's my turn...   _. . . _..   _.__ ___ .._</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7168440451149107921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7168440451149107921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7168440451149107921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7168440451149107921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning-came.html' title='morning came.'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848055008975243230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1081804765033606592</id><published>2012-01-05T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:52:19.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><summary type='text'>I need someone to hold me to sleep tonight</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1081804765033606592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=1081804765033606592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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year</title><summary type='text'>let me start out with my new year resolutions that i wrote while awaiting the starting of the new year with her.2012 New Year resolutions1. maintain my IPPT silver or better - that means running more before the test. i'm determined to get that 400 bucks just becuz i want more money.2. build a better tank for wugui - have been wanting to do that more years. more imptly for this year, i would want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/8658042551484390092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=8658042551484390092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8658042551484390092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8658042551484390092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='a new year'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848055008975243230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-2018404263103331870</id><published>2011-12-26T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:57:52.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Boxing Day~!</title><summary type='text'>it's been quite an eventful weekend, and a  special one with gtb.celebrated xmas at home by cooking up a nice meal with her, with soup and some choya to accompany us through the meal. this is perhaps the first time i've cooked so many things to make a meal set. chicken chop, sausages, bacon, eggs, soup... very nice, but also, very unhealthy. haha.. but then again, delicious things are usually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/2018404263103331870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=2018404263103331870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2018404263103331870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2018404263103331870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-boxing-day.html' title='Happy Boxing Day~!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848055008975243230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5910351659164081892</id><published>2011-12-23T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:24:33.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laptop</title><summary type='text'>finally i'm blogging on a laptop instead of my iphone. i secretly hate the small screen and the no-keypad typing of my thoughts.this laptop came as a free giveaway from the smart samsung tv that my family recently bought to replace the old tvs. we have 4 tvs before buying this 40", 2 small ones that are almost spoilt, the previous living room one which was faulty also and the big one which was in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5910351659164081892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5910351659164081892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5910351659164081892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5910351659164081892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-laptop.html' title='New Laptop'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848055008975243230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7478122184691407790</id><published>2011-12-21T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:27:26.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week hitting the shuttle</title><summary type='text'>Played badminton last week and this week; just yesterday. I didn't feel like i was underperforming, but somehow I feel the uncles are undermining my skills.

One of them told me to stay in front always so he would have space to move in the back court, just like how he and another auntie always play. I was thinking that that kind of play was more for mixed doubles, and to use it on me, is kinda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7478122184691407790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7478122184691407790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7478122184691407790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7478122184691407790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/12/2nd-week-hitting-shuttle.html' title='2nd week hitting the shuttle'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7403268421549395712</id><published>2011-12-16T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:27:45.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful holidays</title><summary type='text'>It's been quite a rush since the exams have ended. First was the trip to telunas beach resort for ocip organized a Christian club in school. Those 7 days were quite nice as most of the times were relaxing, the other parts were building a wall around an elementary school under the hot sun and living in a kampung village. It's not easy getting used to their lifestyle especially when it's so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7403268421549395712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7403268421549395712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7403268421549395712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7403268421549395712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/12/eventful-holidays.html' title='Eventful holidays'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-8328996936622223993</id><published>2011-12-01T08:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T08:29:46.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>張宇-雨一直下</title><summary type='text'>

As I was studying for my last paper for the sem, this song keep replaying in my head. it's the chorus part that really got me stuck on this song. zhang yu, classic~

song kinda described the despair, depicted by the female in the mv, that she had to face when she decided to leave the guy. hmm.. usually a singer's music video protrayed a same gender as the singer him/her-self. but in this case, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/8328996936622223993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=8328996936622223993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8328996936622223993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8328996936622223993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='張宇-雨一直下'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7QUsvNlDatw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5378781836078777345</id><published>2011-11-27T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:15:28.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerable</title><summary type='text'>Does it happens to everyone else? Or is this feeling of vulnerability idiosyncratic? 

Am I so fragile that a little hurt would break me down? Doesnt the heart has some defense against uncertainties?

As I shred my wall down layer by layer, my barrier against the outside world grows thinner and thinner. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5378781836078777345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5378781836078777345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5378781836078777345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5378781836078777345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/11/vulnerable.html' title='Vulnerable'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4762403966016559758</id><published>2011-11-26T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:52:37.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop dead</title><summary type='text'>My laptop has officially crashed as of last night, just 2 days before my finals -_-. I still can handle the papers without my laptop, just with my iPhone. Though the screen a bit small. Sighz. 

I'm more worried abt the things I have inside of my laptop. Got a few things inside that i seriously do not wish to lose them. Let's hope it will recover by itself somehow or the Asus service centre can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4762403966016559758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=4762403966016559758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4762403966016559758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4762403966016559758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/11/laptop-dead.html' title='Laptop dead'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1913314078245638103</id><published>2011-11-18T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T13:32:50.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friday noon</title><summary type='text'>As I sat in a two seater table in a fast food named Texas chicken, located beside one of the entrance of causeway point, which is opposite to the library that I'm spending my day in for studying, I'm feeling largely unsatisfied in flavor but damn full from a 3 piece meal. The meat was quite plain, wasn't the same as before. Perhaps the marginal utility of the food drops more with each piece. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1913314078245638103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=1913314078245638103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1913314078245638103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1913314078245638103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-i-sat-in-two-seater-table-in-fast.html' title='A Friday noon'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5924999349188543712</id><published>2011-11-10T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:59:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>,</title><summary type='text'>somehow, it only took a bowl of rice + bak kut teh, a nice evening walk, a casual chat, some shrimp paste chicken, and lotus root soup, to get my gloomy mood out of my system.i didn't think that the dark clouds in my thoughts would disappear that quickly, but it did.last day of the sem.it's two weeks before exams.1 module down.1 module studied finish.1 module open book.left 1 module to chiong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5924999349188543712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5924999349188543712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5924999349188543712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5924999349188543712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_10.html' title=','/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-3415890320864027896</id><published>2011-11-09T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T01:24:48.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><summary type='text'>Thoughts of you filled my mind as I drifted in and out of sleep last night

It was like a constant switch between a sweet dream and a nightmare. Becuz in the dream, we were together. But in reality, we're more than just 12 km away.

As if to give me comfort in the middle of the night, my alter subconscious self brought the pillow from below my head , into my arms. I willingly gave in to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/3415890320864027896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=3415890320864027896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3415890320864027896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3415890320864027896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_09.html' title='.'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4128203324178184800</id><published>2011-11-09T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:03:18.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>与世隔绝</title><summary type='text'>.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4128203324178184800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=4128203324178184800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4128203324178184800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4128203324178184800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='与世隔绝'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7313190583225616491</id><published>2011-11-08T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T00:02:18.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you do...?</title><summary type='text'>what do you do when you know you're hungry, but you just don't have the feeling to eat?because that's what i'm feeling now. tonight's turn of event got me to the point that maslow's hierarchy of needs theory is rendered completely useless.i find it hard to think.i find it hard to breathe.i can't shed a tear. i just can't.as i entered my room, my eyes suddenly teared up in an instance.it was as if</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4178609476263232214</id><published>2011-11-08T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:23:08.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's supposed to be quiet</title><summary type='text'>i know that.the 5th level of the library is a quiet zone.everyone knows that.and when i put on my earphone, have my laptop volume set at 20, plugged into my ears, and still the girl opposite of me stood up and told me to lower my volume, then that is not okay. it's damn soft already you niak niak girl.besides, when i was settling down opposite of the two girls in the morning, one of them stood up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4178609476263232214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bb'/><title type='text'>Like a niak niak niak</title><summary type='text'>it's a phrase that she came up with randomly tonight that got me laughing uncontrollably at some point of time. today was a special lunch that i didn't know i was going to have. initially i was afraid of the socializing that i have to do.it's just in me to be afraid of socializing since young.towards relatives, towards friends, etc..but i was glad today turned out of be quite okay, or at least </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5050686057506255994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5050686057506255994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5050686057506255994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5050686057506255994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/11/like-niak-niak-niak.html' title='Like a niak niak niak'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-2025604684990252298</id><published>2011-11-05T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T15:19:19.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Post-Bday</title><summary type='text'>well, i turned 24 three days ago.getting older and older, and hopefully as the time goes by, i'll wise up along the way.as i approached my bday this year, i wasn't expecting much.but as how things turned out, this year turned out to be quite a bday.first of all, i got a casio watch from dad.elegant, nice, cool.the second set of gifts come from someone special who did up a card, a photoframe and a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/2025604684990252298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=2025604684990252298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2025604684990252298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2025604684990252298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/11/post-bday.html' title='Post-Bday'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-2806822821528739142</id><published>2011-10-29T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:19:27.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the worst paper written</title><summary type='text'>2 days without sleep to complete my forensic psych paper which turns out to be in a big mess and a disappointment over what i could have really done for the paper. i doubt i would get good grades for that, but oh well... haha.. i'll work harder for the finals, hopefully i can at least get a B+ for this course.i was initially worried about the aftermath of the 2 days of rushing. my back hurts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/2806822821528739142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bb'/><title type='text'>Being strong for someone</title><summary type='text'>For whatever there is to be faced,for whatever there is to be overcome,for whatever there is to be resolved,I will hold on to the memories which are imprinted in my heart,I will hold on to the feelings which are filling me with happiness,I will hold on to the belief that there is a future.I will be strong.For you, for us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7201617505584422305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7201617505584422305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7201617505584422305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7201617505584422305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-strong-for-someone.html' title='Being strong for someone'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-62875804989424120</id><published>2011-10-16T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T04:00:56.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bb'/><title type='text'>等待</title><summary type='text'>很简单的一句爱我，别走。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/62875804989424120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5293910393951225564</id><published>2011-10-11T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:58:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those...</title><summary type='text'>Or rather, for the socially inapt Indian couple who just took my table even though I placed my file and sweater on the seats... Open your freaking eyes and make sure the table is empty before occupying it. There are other tables that are empty, don't sit on one with stuffs on it. If there are stuffs on it, it probably means it's taken. So take the cue you two ignorant fools.

I got kinda pissed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5293910393951225564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5293910393951225564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5293910393951225564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5293910393951225564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-those.html' title='For those...'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-6571099138690014120</id><published>2011-10-10T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:23:08.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday zZz</title><summary type='text'>well, the day started as usual as i squeezed in a mac breakfast before going to school for badminton. it was the clearing shot test today. kinda easy, but i hit 1 shot out of the scoring zone. so in the end, it's 16/20 -_-" and i think a lot of those amateurs were able to score higher than me, just becuz i hit 1 out and get a zero for that. anyway, wasn't playing that well today, my short service</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/6571099138690014120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=6571099138690014120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6571099138690014120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6571099138690014120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday-zzz.html' title='monday zZz'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4180098774200408984</id><published>2011-10-04T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:59:13.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlimited Blade Works</title><summary type='text'>chiu just posted a prequel video of the animation FSN. looks quite okay. reminded me of one of the fights in the original anime, by one of my favourite character in it.

his ultimate move was the unlimited blade works which i thought was beyond coolness. haha..

I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unknown to Death.
Nor known to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4180098774200408984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=4180098774200408984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4180098774200408984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4180098774200408984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/10/unlimited-blade-works.html' title='Unlimited Blade Works'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-8646754176036353952</id><published>2011-10-04T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:13:00.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Kay Hwa</title><summary type='text'>I'm afraid if I read on any further than what I've read, I may not be able to hold back the feelings inside and tears.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/8646754176036353952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=8646754176036353952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8646754176036353952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8646754176036353952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/10/low-kay-hwa.html' title='Low Kay Hwa'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4188152007775696991</id><published>2011-10-03T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:19:36.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><summary type='text'>fcuk the cough.can't even concentrate.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4188152007775696991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=4188152007775696991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4188152007775696991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4188152007775696991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-6872327036963879449</id><published>2011-10-03T08:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:03:54.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting of the second half</title><summary type='text'>It's Monday morning and I'm on the way to badminton class after having a hearty meal at Mac. Everything sounds fine, except for the fact that my throat is still suffering from midnight and morning dryness, and now it's feeling a bit weird. I reckoned that I'll be coughing away later at training and trying to catch my breath as I spar against the better players.

The money that my ah ma left for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/6872327036963879449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=6872327036963879449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6872327036963879449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6872327036963879449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/10/starting-of-second-half.html' title='Starting of the second half'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7148012924337571077</id><published>2011-10-02T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:21:28.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One month</title><summary type='text'>ever since i've ORDed, i get a bit anxious about my birthday.not becuz i'm turning old, but becuz i knew i haven't clear my yearly IPPT yet.it has been over a month too since something beautiful happened to me.that's one more reason to smile every night before i fall asleep on my bed.i had a riddle tonight which i couldn't quite figure out at first sight.IASLTKYtook me a while to get it, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7148012924337571077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7148012924337571077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7148012924337571077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7148012924337571077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-month.html' title='One month'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1957942667718333587</id><published>2011-10-02T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:52:04.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>A Quote</title><summary type='text'>Love without courage and wisdom is sentimentality, as with the ordinary church member.
Courage without love and wisdom is foolhardiness, as with the ordinary soldier.
Wisdom without love and courage is cowardice, as with the ordinary intellectual.
But the one who has love, courage and wisdom moves the world.

- Ammon Hennacy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1957942667718333587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=1957942667718333587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1957942667718333587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1957942667718333587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/10/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-2852287617782808406</id><published>2011-09-28T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:44:46.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phosphenes</title><summary type='text'>this could be the things that i keep seeing in my eyes all these years.saw it on OMG facts.and my throat is feeling itchy.there's some coughing.i sense myself falling ill again. damn.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/2852287617782808406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=2852287617782808406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2852287617782808406'/><link rel='self' 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for.and yet i'm stopped by my own self.as i look at the dart board that is hung on my wall, i'm constantly reminded of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/2361840186271306604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=2361840186271306604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2361840186271306604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2361840186271306604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-handicap.html' title='my handicap'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-3777266677486851236</id><published>2011-09-28T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:26:09.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wind</title><summary type='text'>as of now, as the night enters into its peak, the clouds gather in the night sky, forming a grayish/reddish blanket over the stars. the wind blows, while being channeled by the tall buildings, through the windows, into my room. i stood by the windows, enjoying the strong winds before the rain comes.a slight emotional turmoil over the weekends.something which i haven't felt in a long time.but it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/3777266677486851236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Dear Princess 芸娜，Happy 22nd Birthday~!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7738872555096832412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7738872555096832412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7738872555096832412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7738872555096832412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-friend-i-have-known-for-21-days.html' title='To a friend I have known for 21 days'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-9064745427953966629</id><published>2011-09-20T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:08:28.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>it's the rain</title><summary type='text'>if i can blame something for the uneasiness i feel today, it's the rain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/9064745427953966629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=9064745427953966629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/9064745427953966629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/9064745427953966629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-rain.html' title='it&apos;s the rain'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FLaxEUN9JO0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-8981541394653078850</id><published>2011-09-20T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T02:10:20.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid</title><summary type='text'>It makes me so scared,
Instead of running away from you, I'm running away from myself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/8981541394653078850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=8981541394653078850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8981541394653078850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8981541394653078850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/afraid.html' title='Afraid'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7561382060493374598</id><published>2011-09-19T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:51:25.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving a footprint, or leaving a trail?</title><summary type='text'>i don't really know why, but the recent events have left me pondering over the question of the level of significance in someone's live.for example, i don't deem her as a significant part of my life. and thereby avoid any possible interactions with or around her. up until she becomes a significant part of my life, or in the current case, a significant part of a significant person of my life, then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7561382060493374598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7561382060493374598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7561382060493374598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7561382060493374598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/leaving-footprint-or-leaving-trail.html' title='leaving a footprint, or leaving a trail?'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7568564848653958509</id><published>2011-09-19T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:25:56.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a miracle</title><summary type='text'>or at least i thought it was near to impossible.when i was 300 short of the 500 i was suppose to rush through last week, i thought i was a goner after coming back from the morning socer yesterday and rested till 3pm. next thing i know, i was typing and typing until 12 midnight. although i didn't manage to complete the 300, i got 250 of them done. that's quite a feat for me already. almost 8 hours</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7568564848653958509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7568564848653958509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7568564848653958509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7568564848653958509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-miracle.html' title='it&apos;s a miracle'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7299966857356312389</id><published>2011-09-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:51:32.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teaching ain't easy</title><summary type='text'>especially when i'm the teacher.i've never really doubt my teaching skills until i start giving tuition to primary school kids. usually i tutor my peers.now that i've taught primary sch maths for 2 years, i began to seriously doubt my teaching skills. why ain't they improving as i thought they would be? why? is 1.5 hrs per week not enough? actually i would recommend to have it at least 2 tuitions</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7299966857356312389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7299966857356312389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7299966857356312389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7299966857356312389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/teaching-aint-easy.html' title='teaching ain&apos;t easy'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-423565541645722162</id><published>2011-09-15T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:24:36.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things I just rmbed</title><summary type='text'>And I forgot to pin them down here.

The other night when we were playing mj, there were 5 of us. So naturally 2 persons need to share. Usually they play different winds, but this time they came up with an interesting method of deciding who to play. Scissors paper stone. 

Maybe that wasn't very interesting to hear. Probably becuz I haven't to my point. Throughout the game, they kept pitting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/423565541645722162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=423565541645722162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/423565541645722162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/423565541645722162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-i-just-rmbed.html' title='Things I just rmbed'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5379517485037359099</id><published>2011-09-14T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:11:21.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to self'/><title type='text'>Note to self</title><summary type='text'>I'm beginning to use introspection to examine my emotions when talking to others and realizing what my behaviors or nonverbal cues were, then trying to use it on others and show that it's not idiosyncratic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5379517485037359099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5379517485037359099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5379517485037359099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5379517485037359099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1536208743721017680</id><published>2011-09-14T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:51:18.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>忽然之间</title><summary type='text'>忽然之间 天昏地暗世界可能忽然什么都没有我想起了你 再想到自己我为什么总在非常脆弱的时候怀念你 我明白 太放不开你的爱太熟悉你的关怀 分不开想你算是安慰还是悲哀而现在 就算时针都停摆就算生命像尘埃 分不开我们也许反而更相信爱如果这天地 最终都会消失不想一路走来珍惜的回忆没有你A beautiful song.就算现在能安慰我的人不再是妳想到妳还是能感到一点温暖那一点孤单的滋味就算倾诉于身边的人又有谁能真的明白妳给过我的妳说过的就算虚假，也是真的。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1536208743721017680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=1536208743721017680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1536208743721017680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1536208743721017680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='忽然之间'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RZtUDtZDfN0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-3099875486754263576</id><published>2011-09-14T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:03:23.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrase'/><title type='text'>Phrase</title><summary type='text'>You will never walk alone.But I will.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/3099875486754263576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=3099875486754263576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Yes, I'm on bed, bored, and feel like having company. The whole day of doing nothing much is making me panicky on thurs meeting for forensics.

I knew I could perhaps msg a friend. But then I would probably die from rains of words complaining the delays.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/8115892689454955179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=8115892689454955179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8115892689454955179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8115892689454955179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-iphone-app.html' title='New iPhone app'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-503763340672984667</id><published>2011-09-13T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:43:40.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now...</title><summary type='text'>whenever i'm procrastinating, the only one thing on my list is to surf the net. after that i would feel like i'm wasting time. but still, i refuse to go back to my work. so i move on to watching videos. now, this activity varies a lot with the types. movies; could be done within 2hrs. dramas are a whole lot different thing. i basically justify myself by saying, "watched one, might as well the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/503763340672984667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=503763340672984667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/503763340672984667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/503763340672984667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/now.html' title='now...'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4459026791501963408</id><published>2011-09-13T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:14:30.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeted by nature</title><summary type='text'>I always like this feeling when I walked out of the house, and the breeze seem to greet me and welcome me into the outside world. It doesn't always happen, but it always feel so good when it does. It's like a hug from nature. It carries my worries away, it soothes my soul, it clears my mind. It basically gives the only silent comfort I could ever get. Love, is like the wind. You can never see it,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4459026791501963408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=4459026791501963408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4459026791501963408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4459026791501963408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/greeted-by-nature.html' title='Greeted by nature'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5524242082687780873</id><published>2011-09-13T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:04:31.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>different and similar</title><summary type='text'>woke up hating the feeling of hunger.usually happens when i keep falling back to sleep after the alarm rings.yet, i'm still not eating. cuz there isn't anything at home that i like to eat for breakfast.some time back i bought some slices of picnic ham so that during some mornings when i'm feeling good, i would cook some for breakfast.but given how lazy i am every morning, eventually my mum took </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5524242082687780873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5524242082687780873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5524242082687780873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5524242082687780873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/different-and-similar.html' title='different and similar'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-6506628656164732437</id><published>2011-09-10T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T01:29:34.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i chant this when i'm troubled.</title><summary type='text'>my existence don't matter to you,and so your existence is of nothing to me.you would not think about me,and so my thoughts about you are empty.a couple more times, and maybe i'll sleep.a couple more times, and maybe i'll forget.a couple more times, and maybe this fastasy will end.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/6506628656164732437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=6506628656164732437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6506628656164732437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6506628656164732437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-chant-this-when-im-troubled.html' title='i chant this when i&apos;m troubled.'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1953947357249159288</id><published>2011-09-09T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T18:13:19.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sense of this-is-going-nowhere</title><summary type='text'>it has probably happened a few times in the recent mid-sems.this weird sense of ?the feeling of being lost in the open sea.something that i like to avoid feeling with all the possible events that i could fill my days with.but in my final year,this feeling got much stronger than before.apart from the feeling of "i'm not doing anything about my studies",i'm also not doing anything in my life.well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1953947357249159288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=1953947357249159288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1953947357249159288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1953947357249159288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/sense-of-this-is-going-nowhere.html' title='a sense of this-is-going-nowhere'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1900048255898929973</id><published>2011-09-07T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T01:26:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet-up with army dudes</title><summary type='text'>it's a dinner with the army dudes to send QM off for another year.stayed in school for 6 hours after the fyp meeting with prof in which i basically talked crap that she probably wasn't really interested in.did nothing much in that 6 hours.searched the sch for places to sleep after lunch.went to chat with a friend, and i think i wasted quite a bit of her studying time in school becuz of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1900048255898929973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>韩庚-心疼·笔记本 MV</title><summary type='text'>a very nice soothing song of a rather sad love story.today didn't spend a second on fyp.went out to meet the ACCOP rapporteurs for lunch, just yy and yl. had quite a long chat over kenny rogers. mostly about crappy stuffs.yy's in prison, yl just got attached not long ago in a long dist r/s.well, i'm just nuaing through life, still. haha..wrote some words using that glowing ink bottle that i had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1730660665792226247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=1730660665792226247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1730660665792226247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1730660665792226247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/mv.html' title='韩庚-心疼·笔记本 MV'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fNocdrVtuXg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1768974120708403698</id><published>2011-09-01T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:00:18.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an almost nothing-day</title><summary type='text'>a nothing-day; a day spent doing nothing that is relevant to work/sch or life.woke up at 11+ to my mum asking me what i want for lunch.played some pools last night and came back home to stare at the monitor till 2+.had some weird dreams i supposed, but i can't really remember them.got up feeling tired and aching, probably due to playing kinect on mon. yes, my body still ache from that stupid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1768974120708403698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=1768974120708403698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1768974120708403698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1768974120708403698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/09/almost-nothing-day.html' title='an almost nothing-day'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4331737831385505381</id><published>2011-08-31T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:04:07.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharings'/><title type='text'>有种朋友，很喜欢.. 但就是不能追..</title><summary type='text'>【男生说：】有种女生让我很喜欢，却不忍动情..跟那种女生在一起时，会有种温暖的感觉，那感觉并不出自一时的冲动,而是来自于彼此心灵的了解..真的，跟那种女生在一起时，只有彼此心中的感动和心灵的交会，没错，当你发现她的心和你是如此贴近时，常会想给她个结实的拥抱，但仅仅在这个想法萌生后的一瞬间..你们只会相视一笑，有些东西是比爱情更珍贵的。这种女生当女朋友是种浪费..我害怕她做的我女朋友后,我必须每天守着电话等着她的声音出现，我害怕我必须说些花言巧语的话哄她，更加害怕现实的束缚，会限制住纯洁的心..这种女生，喜欢，但我不会动情，或者，这就叫红颜知己 或者 蓝颜..既不用为情所困，为她的行为控制自己喜怒哀乐，又能享有心灵上的交流。有很多人都为交不到女朋友所苦，但我觉得，假如没有了这种知己，人生，便多了许多遗憾..【女生说：】有一些男生，很令我动心，但却不会动情..怎么说呢，</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7470026419245254396</id><published>2011-08-25T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:43:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone's first choice</title><summary type='text'>was watching this popular hongkong drama about family ties, named 家好月圆。 it's about a father who divorced his wife and married another woman, but discovered his mistake. it's a rather big family, with a combined number of 7 children, 5 from the first wife, 1 adopted, 1 from the second wife with her previous husband. there're quite a few couples inside the drama, but the story of one particular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7470026419245254396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>dreaming lately</title><summary type='text'>been having dreams lately.it wasn't those dreams that occur when i wake up, then go back to sleep again.those dreams are usually kinda bad, cuz probably my brain is forcing my body to wake up. the recent dreams were different.they were part of the normal routine of sleeping.and it's only recently that i started to dream, or perhaps remember my dreams when i wake up.here's a funny, weird dream </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/8417348389701972112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=8417348389701972112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8417348389701972112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8417348389701972112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/dreaming-lately.html' title='dreaming lately'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-3152203874180762120</id><published>2011-08-22T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:59:47.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fyp</title><summary type='text'>Fyp, something that undergrads are pretty familiar with. Final year project, something needed to be done at the end of the honors year in order to graduate with a smile on their face and tell themselves, as the comm studies valedictorian would say, we fcuking did it~But for the singles in the final year, it has a double meaning to it. Find your partner. Yup. It's the final year already, if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/3152203874180762120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=3152203874180762120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3152203874180762120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3152203874180762120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/fyp.html' title='Fyp'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-877948699515806119</id><published>2011-08-21T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:02:26.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like playing mmorpg again</title><summary type='text'>but my laptop specs is too low for most games nowadays for them to run smoothly.sighz.well, at least it deters me from playing games and studying, or procrastinating by watching videos and other things.time to save some money to buy a new desktop so i can play games!and i wonder if i would be able to play games when i enter the working world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/877948699515806119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=877948699515806119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/877948699515806119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/877948699515806119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/feel-like-playing-mmorpg-again.html' title='feel like playing mmorpg again'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5244207887047459896</id><published>2011-08-16T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:06:09.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling the sickness</title><summary type='text'>as much as i want to deny the slow fact that i'm falling ill, perhaps from walking under the drizzle yesterday, my condition is failing at the moment even though i'm popping my old pills from previous visits to the doc. it's weird. usually when i fall sick, the symptoms come much faster than this slowpoke fashion of torment. i feel old, so much so that even falling sick is turning slower.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5244207887047459896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5244207887047459896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5244207887047459896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5244207887047459896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/feeling-sickness.html' title='feeling the sickness'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-1028243812184741888</id><published>2011-08-15T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T19:35:23.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still thinking</title><summary type='text'>It's beginning to suffocate me.The thoughts, the memories, the emotions, once again.They did fade along the years, but return anyway.I don't want to ask myself why, becuz the answer might just make it worse.hide it deep inside, and hide it well.For even now, the image of you eats me alive in the darkYour sweetness that kills, your smile that mesmerizesIt's a secret, but I want everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/1028243812184741888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=1028243812184741888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1028243812184741888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/1028243812184741888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/still-thinking.html' title='Still thinking'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5435967597552588486</id><published>2011-08-14T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:20:08.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batam trip</title><summary type='text'>it's a short 2D1N getaway to batam for this weekend.bumped into my cousin at the ferry terminal. coincidentally, we both got the same deal. haha.. was a pretty relaxing trip. started off with a ferry ride, then a short bus ride to the resort.after checking in, we took the resort shuttle into town.it kinda started to rain heavily along the way. i was sitting at the back of the bus, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5435967597552588486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5435967597552588486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5435967597552588486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5435967597552588486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/batam-trip.html' title='batam trip'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4139761849102876032</id><published>2011-08-12T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T01:04:31.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ideal vs reality</title><summary type='text'>after my FP lect, we 4 guys went for dinner and had quite a chat at the canteen, mostly about girls. one of them commented that he's not sure whether he wanna marry his gf or not. he loves her, but he knows she's not the ideal girl that he wants. that's why he's having second thoughts. or is it, first thoughts?i always have the idea that reality will always lose out to ideal, for ideal, is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4139761849102876032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=4139761849102876032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4139761849102876032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4139761849102876032'/><link 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It's a must for those taking sports modules. Initially I thought the consultation would be free, or at least cheap, it turns out to be $26.75. -_-. quite expensive eh? But after that I reasoned to myself that this is not just a regular consultation, but an examination of my current fitness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/6210635891688939325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=6210635891688939325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6210635891688939325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6210635891688939325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/waiting-patiently.html' title='Waiting patiently'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5243761046605858006</id><published>2011-08-10T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:54:45.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning excitement</title><summary type='text'>didn't feel as shitty as last night.woke up with a better mood.the excitement came when the module i was waiting for suddenly have slots for 10 more ppl. "YES!",i thought i would have a chance. the add/drop period starts at 1000hrs. i did preparations; calibration of time...At 1000hrs sharp, i clicked.then the disappointment came.damn it, i'm a final year student.give me the module.so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5243761046605858006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5243761046605858006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5243761046605858006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5243761046605858006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/morning-excitement.html' title='morning excitement'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oah-OYibXfw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-9104540374832203039</id><published>2011-08-10T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:58:43.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what got over me today. Somehow, I don't feel okay. Maybe im getting sick, I'm not sure. But something has been bothering me the whole day, yet I can't figure out what is it that's causing me to feel irritated, annoyed, uncomfortable, restless.Could it be the anxiety from being in my final year? Perhaps subconsciously I buried my anxiety and fear deep but now my body has troubles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/9104540374832203039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=9104540374832203039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/9104540374832203039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/9104540374832203039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-3678850990952092369</id><published>2011-08-05T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:21:24.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Suddenly, fear.</title><summary type='text'>Was on my way to town for a dinner and movie with some of my psych friends when a man standing in the middle of the open area near the station handed me a copy of what I thought was a regular free newspaper. However, the first sight of the cover gave this belief away. It was not news, just holidays package advertisements. And there's my interest, going on holidays, being in a whole new place and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/3678850990952092369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=3678850990952092369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3678850990952092369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3678850990952092369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/08/suddenly-fear.html' title='Suddenly, fear.'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-8427526373048529935</id><published>2011-08-04T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:10:52.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><summary type='text'>yet it feels so normal.like i've been living like this for quite some time.but it has only been a couple of days.did almost nothing today.shifted my heavy, double-mattress queen size bed around the room to find my dart that was lost underneath it before my exams, which means nearly 3 months ago. haha... arranged the things on my little drawer. felt like doing my desk but it's too much work, and i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/8427526373048529935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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1.5 weeks left to the end of my internship. as the day draws nearer, the feeling of the inevitable separation from my new found friends grew stronger and stronger. through this not so long, but also not too short period of 2 months plus, we've build a bond strong enough to bullshit each other infront of their faces. as much as i want to hold on to this bunch of friends, i knew a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4306600845673663576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=4306600845673663576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4306600845673663576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4306600845673663576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/07/towards-end.html' title='towards the end'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-3546478258090316530</id><published>2011-07-12T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:40:42.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpioz</title><summary type='text'>天蝎座性格最精确的解析 一、朋友多 &amp; 孤独“有很多的朋友，可是“看似朋友很多，知心的却没有几个。”——这句话很深刻的形容了天蝎。▪♡▪ 天蝎很能说话，他们跟别人可以天南地北的聊，可以聊得很八卦，也会聊一些很严肃的话题，比如今天又有某个明星怎样怎样了；隔壁班有多少美女帅哥；今年服饰的 流行趋势之类的…… 可是注意了，他们都只是跟你聊一些不关自己的事——随便他们跟你说些什么，可是跟自己有关的都只是些皮毛而已。关于自己的事，他们几乎是不说的，就算说， 也是说一些跟自己无关痛痒的事。当你想更进一步的了解天蝎，他们便会很自然的把话题给扯开。▪♡▪ 天蝎很自信，同时他们又很没有安全感。这是天蝎特有的矛盾。他们喜欢把自己重重包围住，不让自己暴露——对于天蝎来说，如果在一个还不了解的人面前把自己暴露了，就等于让别人抓住了自己的把柄，这样就失去了一定的优势。▪♡▪ 当天蝎感到独孤悲伤时，</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-3747012890742973779</id><published>2011-07-11T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:43:15.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just don't get some ppl</title><summary type='text'>suddenly received a sms greetings from an old friend.at first i was delighted, but later on i became a bit annoyed.after a few exchange of sms, she stopped and that's it.i was left hanging there with a question.it kinda seemed like the msg wasn't just a simple random greeting, but an initiation of her invite to an impt event of hers. and when i mentioned i wouldn't be able to make it, there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/3747012890742973779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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and confide in you</title><summary type='text'>i asked myself this today.and as i talked to an old friend today, i felt i shouldn't keep too much of my emotions to myself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/8236593921100281909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=8236593921100281909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8236593921100281909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/8236593921100281909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/07/can-i-forget-my-hurt-and-confide-in-you.html' title='can i forget my hurt and confide in you'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-3205073019094232957</id><published>2011-06-30T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:26:08.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 days and out</title><summary type='text'>by far the longest in-camp training i had since ord. but also, the one with the least intensity yet. probably cause the focus was more on the other companies than mine.well, the whole ict was rather fulfilling for me. not so much of the work that was done during this period, but meeting up with friends, new and old. although it is a males-only environment, it's not that bad. haha..having a weird </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7736899183076097459</id><published>2011-06-19T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:12:41.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nearly giving up</title><summary type='text'>i'm getting more and more anxious as time passes while i can't figure out the implications of the possible results of my research question. let's say that our eyes could detect micro expressions, in which the eyes movement could be captured by the eye tracker equipment used by the school, yet, our brain did not process the information... so what does that implies? what implications could it have?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7736899183076097459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7736899183076097459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7736899183076097459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7736899183076097459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/06/nearly-giving-up.html' title='nearly giving up'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5442717619642459403</id><published>2011-06-19T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:57:56.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid blogspot</title><summary type='text'>wrote a short entry yesterday about getting frustrated over the things i have to do before i go for 2-weeks reservist tml... especially my grad project proposal. damn it. woke up at 8, but refused to face my computer and write my proposal. so i went back to sleep. had quite a weird dream. was sitting beside a girl, short hair, can't rmb the face but i rmb she was kinda cute. 2 guy sitting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5442717619642459403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5442717619642459403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5442717619642459403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5442717619642459403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/06/stupid-blogspot.html' title='stupid blogspot'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-3140395298485179250</id><published>2011-06-13T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:12:13.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无法对视的理由</title><summary type='text'>this thought came to me today while the boring work in office was continously complemented by a fun factor with my colleagues...could the reason of not being able to look at her, is becuz she has someone and i don't?kinda strange reason. but ya, it makes more sense than the other. haha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-305875240644657572</id><published>2011-06-07T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:15:23.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath</title><summary type='text'>somehow, the day doesn't feel right.is it the tiredness?or is it those haunting feelings?does it takes one to forget another?wouldn't that be wrong?知己难寻as far as i can go, the words that are coming out of my mouth are just half-truths.a lover? or someone who knows and understand you best, and one whom you know and understand best? who will you choose?it's best to have them as one, but does it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/305875240644657572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>same hotel.same ballroom.same clothes that i worn.perhaps the same dress that she worn.it's like black xmas all over again.just that instead of together, we're separate.everytime i think we're going to lock our eyes together, or when we actually did, i just couldn't help but ignore and look away. it's rude, i know, given that we have known each other for 11 years plus. i just don't know why, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/2665742574598906708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=2665742574598906708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2665742574598906708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/2665742574598906708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-like-black-xmas-again.html' title='it&apos;s like black xmas again'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-6303185789817915550</id><published>2011-06-05T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:52:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confide</title><summary type='text'>i have troubles even in confiding in my closest friend on my intimate thoughts. and even if i manage to initiate a conversation, i just can't tell them. and so, as i penned it down here, i hope the worries will be shared. and even if this seemed like a monologue to myself most of the times, i feel comforted in knowing 'someone' knows how i feel. even when words of truth fail to pass through my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/6303185789817915550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=6303185789817915550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6303185789817915550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6303185789817915550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/06/confide.html' title='confide'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5396269334758268829</id><published>2011-05-31T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:20:38.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>korean wave~!</title><summary type='text'>in the recent years i have caught on the japanese drama wave, followed closely by the korean wave. but preference goes to korean drama. love those love stories with the right amount of comedic touch. it's funny how the korean directors are able to create drama with so much laughter, while all i see in the local dramas are just stories after stories promoting values that we should have, mostly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5396269334758268829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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openhouse</title><summary type='text'>today is the end of 2 weeks from the start of my internship at mindef.it attracted a bit of attention of fb when i posted it up on my profile.i don't know why, but the idea of being a regular again, just doesn't sound fitting to the future that i envision.went with DPD to the air force open house at paya lebar. saw the types of aircraft we had, not so interesting. the most entertaining part was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/6174771231424108547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=6174771231424108547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6174771231424108547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6174771231424108547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/05/air-force-openhouse.html' title='air force openhouse'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5204500605015767462</id><published>2011-05-22T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:58:06.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunburned</title><summary type='text'>after like 2 months of not playing soccer, i got my face and body sunburned, and a cramp in my right leg which i can still feel strain in the muscles.was kinda surprised by the number of ppl who came to play this morning. it was great to see everyone, but the fact that i'm not in a good shape to sprint in the court kinda just puts me at the back. had overnight mahjong, with the army guys, over at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5204500605015767462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5204500605015767462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5204500605015767462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/5204500605015767462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunburned.html' title='sunburned'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4390944544165246448</id><published>2011-05-19T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:25:49.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday</title><summary type='text'>it's thursday.i'm already feeling 'normed'.it's like an ever running cycle of work work work.before exams, work for the assignments.during exams, work for the finals. after exams, work for the intern, fyp, and all sorts of shitz.think i saw yh's gf at kfc when i had dinner there.couldn't recognize her at first, so, oh well.sometimes when i have too much time on my hand, i tend to think about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4390944544165246448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>2nd day and i'm already feeling some pressure.basics of psychometrics testing - don't know.organizational psychology - don't know.statistics - not sure, but it's the best knowledge i have at the moment.just found out sylvia is joining me next week. nice.and found out someone got the intern for touch cyber wellness.wtheck? my qualifications not good enough? wtf?seriously, i would prefer something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/3546971922605721966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=3546971922605721966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3546971922605721966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3546971922605721966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/05/internship-aint-gonna-be-easy.html' title='internship ain&apos;t gonna be easy'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4411494916234034694</id><published>2011-05-17T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:51:26.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vesak</title><summary type='text'>happy vesak day~!last night was out with some psych friends.never really see it coming though, thought i would always stick around with the pat, karen and kx. but this sem got me closer to this group. it was fun, but somehow the sense of tiredness just brought my spirits down a little. didn't sleep on sunday night before going off for my first working day yesterday. i kinda gave up on the stats </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4411494916234034694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=4411494916234034694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4411494916234034694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/4411494916234034694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/05/vesak.html' title='vesak'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-888754346040781087</id><published>2011-05-14T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T10:48:11.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams summary</title><summary type='text'>it became a habit to postulate my exams results.and here it is again.hp321 drugs - had the most fun in this paper, Amb102 biz finance - struggle with some parts, B+hp318 health psych - total trashed by essays, Bhe191 prin of econs - no idea what to calculate, Bwah, looks pretty bad there. haha.. hopefully i'm underestimating.but in any case, the gpa would drop much.and if does, i'll just need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/888754346040781087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>political war has just ended with our main party getting most of the seats again. many were quite depressed over the loss of our dear foreign minister.seriously, politics to me is just news. it would be better if i'm more concerned over the future of singapore, but it just ain't in me to do something or even bother to find out more about the opposition parties, the pap, etc.. although i'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/6829525080083690382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=6829525080083690382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6829525080083690382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6829525080083690382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-singapore-democratic-yet.html' title='is singapore democratic, yet?'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7225770042067001916</id><published>2011-05-07T07:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T07:52:32.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to my first paper</title><summary type='text'>Feeling quite good while I was walking to the station. Not sure why, maybe it's the withdrawal effect of waking up early every morning to study. Haha.. Drugs paper later. Maybe ive been reading up on cocaine, opium, etc.. Anyway, I always like to stare at the morning or evening sun, not too bright and glaring enough for me to fix my sight on it to see it's fullness. I kinda believe it's giving me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7225770042067001916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7225770042067001916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7225770042067001916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7225770042067001916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-my-way-to-my-first-paper.html' title='On my way to my first paper'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-4489105256720125943</id><published>2011-05-05T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:40:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange finding</title><summary type='text'>was dozing off in the morn while trying to read my health psych on management of chronic illness, so i stood while reading. was getting bored and restless so i began to move my hips around. surpisingly, in a particular circular motion of the hips, i could hear some air shuffling sound. tried a few times more and my body hurts. it seemed the motion kinda twist my stomach or lungs in a way that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/4489105256720125943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>picked up a 10 cents coin along the school corridor.when i ate kfc just now the person who served me gave me a medium whipped potato instead of a small/regular one.i saw pretty girls in school (as usual).i got another '8' on my stats quiz.but it's not 88 anymore, it's 78.i can actually predict my score for stats quiz that i just handed in today.assg 1 - nearly 100%; assg 2 - nearly 90%; assg 3 - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/3645846845493956945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=3645846845493956945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3645846845493956945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/3645846845493956945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/05/lucky-day.html' title='lucky day?'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-7284855400448852700</id><published>2011-05-03T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:54:46.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>the difference between worlds</title><summary type='text'>over dinner just now, i sparked a heated discussion with my sis on her first working day. she was rather frustrated becuz her boss, my former boss, wasn't around the whole day to settle the legal papers for employment. initially i thought, what's the big deal? you work a few days, and then get legally employed after maybe 3 days, and yet you still get paid for all the days that you worked. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/7284855400448852700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=7284855400448852700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7284855400448852700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/7284855400448852700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/05/difference-between-worlds.html' title='the difference between worlds'/><author><name>J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841550580579827160.post-5882836412664261198</id><published>2011-05-02T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:11:45.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling tensed gradually</title><summary type='text'>as the exam period draws nearer, i get more and more tensed up because i know that i don't have much time to prepare for my papers.still doing my stupid stats project, and the quiz assignment. damn it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/5882836412664261198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=5882836412664261198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wedding.in 2 weeks time, i hope i will get some idea about my fyp.had a family bbq over at my aunt's place in sengkang.it was rather plain, but was still great to have everyone gathered.mothers' day.and even though our dear ah ma has been gone for over a year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/feeds/6742897629774183763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841550580579827160&amp;postID=6742897629774183763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6742897629774183763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841550580579827160/posts/default/6742897629774183763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterwinter.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-happening-soon.html' title='things happening 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