<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252</id><updated>2011-09-12T21:36:14.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|+  Shades Of Grey +|</title><subtitle type='html'>Just Some witty observation and banter on my part.. At the end of the day who are we without a voice?:) enjoy your stay.. Ever looked down to see the floor wasn't there.. and you start falling.. falling..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>345</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6472660043021153676</id><published>2011-01-18T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:03:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted in awhile. I just felt I was so past the stage of emotional rants and poems and peeves, but in giving up this blog, I also gave up somewhere to express love and gratitude.  A lot has happened since. Graduation, a new and fantastic girlfriend, job disappointment and my general ups and downs. Typing this feels odd yet familiar, like how i would imagine using a typewriter might feel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6472660043021153676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6472660043021153676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-havent-posted-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6199929666678335540</id><published>2010-06-15T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:50:13.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyday presents itself, a lesson, maybe more.All we have to do, is be open enough to receive it.They reach and speak to us in the most profoundof ways, jerking our every being and shaking ourperspectives. They may not always be wrappedneatly in a little package, some might even takelots of deep searching, but they hold the key togroundedness.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6199929666678335540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6199929666678335540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/06/everyday-presents-itself-lesson-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-280151878932837456</id><published>2010-06-15T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:44:08.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Always Remember", "Never Forget"I love words like these. They sound a tad young and foolhardy, but I don't think they are. Events that shape us, moments in life, the people we love and those that love us. I even remember saying to myself how I wanted to get that tattooed on my chest, over my heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/280151878932837456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/280151878932837456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/06/always-remember-never-forget-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-2703450695265835540</id><published>2010-06-15T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:35:18.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember.. what it feels like to blog. To spread my feelings and insight onto a page for me, just for me. And it feels a little foreign, and jerky, but also reminds me and pulls me back into self reflection."Being still and doing nothing are two very different things."There are times when we should, no we must.. be still. And quieten the thoughts that run us, the voices that scare us, and our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2703450695265835540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2703450695265835540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-4778547767383662170</id><published>2010-05-10T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:00:54.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revelation..Maybe saying " I'm not afraid anymore.", and embracingthe future is what I need to deal with it and move on.. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4778547767383662170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4778547767383662170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/05/revelation.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-9063129764571362768</id><published>2010-05-10T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:38:35.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I recently looked through some old posts on my other blog.Its mostly angry rants and emo scribbles.. but one post inparticular caught my eye. It starts out by saying that"Life is not a spectator sport, and we are in the gamewhether we like it or not."That struck a chord. It reminds me that I need to be willingto put myself out there more and seize the day. So letsgive it our all, whatever it may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/9063129764571362768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/9063129764571362768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-recently-looked-through-some-old.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8781869406168633164</id><published>2010-05-09T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T02:01:17.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inspiration comes fast, leaves its mark and dissipates quickly if not captured.. :)How apt, that they call it falling in love. The sensation of being in the moment and having the world slowly just fall away. When you hold on tight and allow yourself to plunge, holding your breath and praying it lasts for an eternity. Eyes closed you know, it feels pure, whole, the way God intended. Those feelings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8781869406168633164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8781869406168633164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiration-comes-fast-leaves-its-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7957128974543667016</id><published>2010-04-25T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:58:38.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today i can't seem to get my words out right, to flow as they should, to carry the intentions they mean. It never fails to sidewind me and knock me back a few paces. Without going too deep into it all, let me just say, "Happy Birthday boy, a quarter century in and the time is now. So look forward to the future."Today I step back and give thanks. Every bone and muscle, cell and fiber, a part of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7957128974543667016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7957128974543667016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-cant-seem-to-get-my-words-out.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7097210421925279104</id><published>2010-04-10T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:59:04.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about it today. About how it sounded almost too good to be true. I must say, I have nothing but respect and admiration for him. Its rare that I meet people who make me start questioning myself so such a deep level. Things like, "Do I put my needs ahead of others too often?", "Am I doing all I can to care for the ones I love?", "Have my prior conceptions that there is no place in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7097210421925279104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7097210421925279104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-thinking-about-it-today.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-367843963882234626</id><published>2010-03-23T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:10:00.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It must be hard, fuck, it must be so hard. When all you want to do is fall to the floor on your knees and break down. Cover your eyes and curse the world and what it stole from you. It must be hard. Faces walk past with tears uncontrollably streaming, eyes glazed over. With each passerby, I feel my heart being pulled further and further to the ground, all leading up to the point where we embrace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/367843963882234626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/367843963882234626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-must-be-hard-fuck-it-must-be-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6927638097308620164</id><published>2010-03-21T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:56:52.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gaze outward through the falling pitter patter of raindrops,clear as day as they slide down my window pane. I alwaysthought that rain was the heavens way of giving the earth ashower. So things can be clean and new, refreshed and nourished.Its more than just great weather to sleep in to. Its upliftingly beautiful.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6927638097308620164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6927638097308620164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-gaze-outward-through-falling-pitter.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-3685787465068935597</id><published>2010-02-05T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:34:38.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My word for the year, no, for the decade is "resolve".  Along with my bunch of things like, being present to the things around me and earnestly intending for having things I want to have happen, happen. Just some of the things I do if you don't already know. Its a mental thing.. :)The more and more I think about it, the more it grows on me. It's a strong word that invokes commitment, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3685787465068935597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3685787465068935597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-word-for-year-no-for-decade-is.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8992900955470002184</id><published>2010-02-01T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:55:57.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memories memories bring me back as I mentally gnaw and slowly tear apart the imagery. What did I really expect from the encounter? A heartfelt reunion or a Korean drama sequence? Clear to see that fate has drawn the lines of our lives not to run together, and so it shall not. What am I looking to see? I suppose acknowledgment. Of a time and moment.  And I can do without closure, but it would have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8992900955470002184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8992900955470002184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/02/memories-memories-bring-me-back-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6830733080457451233</id><published>2010-01-22T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:20:06.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really need to learn to not put things aside so much anymore, it is really the time to grab the bull by the horns, so to speak. I never explicitly said it, but my new years resolution is to be more assertive and to be in better physical condition.Which means..... doing the things I have to do instead of spending so much time on the computer and lazing in front of the tele, and doing my regular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6830733080457451233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6830733080457451233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-need-to-learn-to-not-put.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-3383557952572226901</id><published>2010-01-14T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:00:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let the Good Times Roll..I have never been one for chocolates,but if anything best describes the past 2 weeks,it would have to be BitterSweet.I feel blessed and most of all fortunate to have foundsomeone who thinks, feels and acts on the same level asI do. And on my part Elated to be able to reciprocate thesame kinds of affections.Sure, distance and timing don't make it the ideal patchof soil, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3383557952572226901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3383557952572226901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-good-times-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-9188483602699624951</id><published>2010-01-11T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:20:07.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shards of white illuminate the room and the lucent beams cast shadows on the objects below. The shades dance against the walls, wavering ever so slightly as if they were puppets in a play. He waits and wonders, thinks and ponders, waiting for the morning to steal him away from the vivid dreams and loving conversations, leaving him without the companion of another.The daybreak comes and he is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/9188483602699624951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/9188483602699624951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2010/01/shards-of-white-illuminate-room-and.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-2015848016383053747</id><published>2009-11-09T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:06:34.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you know anything about anything at all about me, you will know my heroes. They are passionate and eloquent, and thirst to know of the world and themselves. Where enrichment and fulfillment come from experiences big and small, that touch, move and eventually mold you. It is about change.Show me the sights and sounds, smells and tastes of who you are. Tell me stories of history and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2015848016383053747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2015848016383053747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-know-anything-about-anything-at.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-694573606905535617</id><published>2009-11-03T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T03:56:48.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I step out of the shower and looked myself in the mirror. I'm still a little drippy as you can imagine and as I towel off I look at my shoulders and wonder to myself what they carry (figuratively of course).Do big ambitions and more specifically mine equate to guaranteed success. I see classmates and friends who are so absolutely hungry for the career, hungry for the success. Here is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/694573606905535617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/694573606905535617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-step-out-of-shower-and-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-409379524325626024</id><published>2009-10-29T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:24:51.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watch a lot of Tv, and a lot of my blog entries basically spur from hearing something insightful and relate able and letting my thoughts run due discourse down the cobbled path. Now that being said Irealize that my past few posts might have come off as overly.. how do I put this.. serious and somewhat angsty. Believe me, I don't like reading them much either, but that aside I think it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/409379524325626024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/409379524325626024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-watch-lot-of-tv-and-lot-of-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7315658476618813379</id><published>2009-10-20T03:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:36:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It occurred to me today in class while I was struggling to focus on the discussion that I am essentially very Utilitarian. I have the habit of instinctively questioning the motives and reasons for which people say or do things, and it irks me when they serve no overall purpose or if the objective is trivial. Saying something vague and cliche to sound intelligent, or purely for the sake of being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7315658476618813379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7315658476618813379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-occurred-to-me-today-in-class-while.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7255763596916668734</id><published>2009-08-18T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:36:20.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just my usual Rant and Banter..I can't help but feel a little jaded now and again.Maybe its the occasional realization abouthow hard it is to find a nice girl out there. One whois smart, and not overly demanding. Spontaniousand out going. Clingyness is also a big nono. Of courseits more complicated than that and the requirementlist goes on for several more pages. But it doesn't straymuch from the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7255763596916668734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7255763596916668734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-my-usual-rant-and-banter.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-5075824903668095781</id><published>2009-08-13T07:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:42:56.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someday I will be the man..that sees the world from one spot, but has all the right views.who achieves all ambition, through conviction in his actions.who understands clearly where the lines are drawn and to acts accordingly.who knows that his power is in guiding and nurturing others and should not be abused.who understands that no matter how important the individual, the world still goes on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5075824903668095781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5075824903668095781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-be-man.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8315322548795799159</id><published>2009-08-12T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:50:38.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have been meaning to blog...about what... hmm, i'm not too sure..i'll get to it soon when inspiration hits me..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8315322548795799159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8315322548795799159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-been-meaning-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-830411943606326372</id><published>2009-07-17T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:23:30.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Zero Sum GameThe traditional economic theorists brought around the concept of the zero sum game, one where there is ultimately only one person who wins and one who loses in the realm of world trade. Now, while I doubt these economists were experts in love, I must admit I do believe in the concept of there is a right and wrong way to do things, especially when it comes to love. I believe that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/830411943606326372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/830411943606326372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/07/zero-sum-game-traditional-economic.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-4235274402090291343</id><published>2009-07-03T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:01:29.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've realized that i think of weird things at weird times of the day..Don't believe me? take these on for instance..Couple of nights back I was lying in bed at 3am in the morning tryingto sleep, and it crossed my mind that in Mas lows Hierarchy ofneeds, my brother ken need only be on the bottom level. As quotedby him, but rephrased by me in a manner less crude."All i need in life is sexual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4235274402090291343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4235274402090291343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-realized-that-i-think-of-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1385095133755416323</id><published>2009-06-08T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:28:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My posts come few and far between these days onlybecause of the usual school and work.Ken and I were at the Ngee Ann track for a run after schooland on the track were this dad and his 2 sons running laps.Dad was teaching his sons about how to run and making themdo timed circuits. I thought of dad, and how he loved to run.I stopped and superimposed  a memory created in my head of           "If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1385095133755416323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1385095133755416323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-posts-come-few-and-far-between-these.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1792799997765734900</id><published>2009-05-18T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:10:22.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 A's and 2 A-'s. *Shrugs*, not my best work butgiven how slack I've been this semester, I'd sayI did alright. Gonna do better this sem. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1792799997765734900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1792799997765734900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-as-and-2-s.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1489887935728646337</id><published>2009-05-12T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:25:16.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that when it comes to exam periods and busy busytimes of my life, I get grumpy and complain that I wishI could do more of the things I wanted to like playing guitaror blogging.Well here is the deal, I've partied out last week AND workedhard as well, so you don't take me for a complete slacker. =)And I've spent the last 2 days pretty much bumming around thehouse, playing guitar and well.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1489887935728646337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1489887935728646337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-that-when-it-comes-to-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8924837033426429965</id><published>2009-04-29T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:25:40.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching "No Reservations" on tv is one of my guilty pleasures..Even when repeated episodes come on, I sit intently soaking upevery quick quip and insightful comment Anthony Bourdain conjures.And through the episode, I search for insight to apply to my own lifeand my view of the world.  Like how passion for life and living is afunction of being curious to know more of the world. And how, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8924837033426429965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8924837033426429965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/04/watching-no-reservations-on-tv-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-4288236352296141543</id><published>2009-04-16T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:19:50.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny how the most profound of messagesreaches us in the most unusual of ways.Some of us are born eyes shunned down.Others sat on ledges, gazing into the vista.And while you were busy, eyes focused on the ground.Our eyes were looking straight to the sky,for we knew we could fly.Sometimes it really isn't about dreaming..its about knowing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4288236352296141543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4288236352296141543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-how-most-profound-of-messages.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-4727092700864319021</id><published>2009-04-08T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:39:42.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been HOW long since my last lovely post..?i'm guessing a month or so.. Cat got my tongue?Or has the unimaginable finally happened andi have said all i have to say.Lucky for you its Neither.Just been working too hard and studying too much.Projecting\preparing\quizzing\mugging..I really need to get out of Singapore...travel, work and study.. see the world outside ofthis microcosm of an island.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4727092700864319021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4727092700864319021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-how-long-since-my-last-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1234094515456463165</id><published>2009-03-02T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:09:50.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sink away from the thumping beatsinto the soothing sounds of harmonicguitar melodies, dashed with fantasyand just the slightest bit of melancholy.Take off the big personality and hang iton the clothes rack, to just be strippedand silent. Troubles and worries outof the pocket and onto the dresser counter,till nothing more than a blank slate remains.As the music enshrouds, and the chords takeyou on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1234094515456463165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1234094515456463165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/03/sink-away-from-thumping-beats-into.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1903327192108461633</id><published>2009-02-27T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:22:33.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time for a post..? *scratches head* yah sure why not..Had a pretty relaxed day at work, although it is apparentthat staff and management are at loggerheads. Whichleaves me stuck in the middle trying to do the right thingand not step on any toes.On a separate note, i'm feeling increasingly torn as to howi should deal with the OTHER state of affairs. It seems tome that I should just go with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1903327192108461633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1903327192108461633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-for-post.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6060049496330606574</id><published>2009-02-15T09:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:11:44.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me be the one you look for to rest your weary head,when things seem way to heavy and you want to go to bed.The hours pass and it starts to get bright,You wake up in the morning and I'm right there by your side.And when you cry and all the pressure gets to you.I'll hug you tight and say "Babe, there's nothing you can't do"."I'm just a fucked up girl trying to find her own peace of mind"From </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6060049496330606574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6060049496330606574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-me-be-one-you-look-for-to-rest-your.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-793406637196855368</id><published>2009-02-13T04:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:28:58.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work, Study, Rinse, Repeat....Been busy the last couple of days checking stuff off myinsurmountable "Things to do List". Which oddly enoughseems to keep growing instead of shortening.*Scratches Head* Go figure..5.02Am in the morning and I've decided take a break fromthe arduous mugging and video lecture marathon, to strumout some songs on the guitar and make a quick post.So I hope you'll put up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/793406637196855368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/793406637196855368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-study-rinse-repeat.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-3810613132330432432</id><published>2009-01-25T06:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:20:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As far as relationships go...I can safely say that I take a very diplomaticapproach to most things in life, be it work,school, family or any other conundrum. Andlove certainly is no exception.Let me be very clear, in no way do I see myselfas any sort of authority on the subject, howeverI do understand that each relationship is differentand in turn has its different set of needs. Find onewhere </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3810613132330432432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3810613132330432432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-far-as-relationships-go.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-2440770861529211160</id><published>2009-01-22T00:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:33:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Juggling work and school commitments has neverbeen this taxing. Its the second week and already Ifeel like i'm lagging behind in my readings and catchingup on my lectures. I can't seem to get my internalclock to tune in to normal hours because of work.Don't get me wrong, I like a good read..But recently it's been looking more like this...Readings await...and i'm just teeming with excitementtt....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2440770861529211160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2440770861529211160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/01/juggling-work-and-school-commitments.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3Czys1bSFc/SXdQOa7GXeI/AAAAAAAAACA/lvzLA0OpCf4/s72-c/SNC00702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-2945905460728788421</id><published>2009-01-09T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:36:54.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think now is an appropriate time for a post.what about, i'm not too sure. So lets start withthe recent going ons in my life.School is about to start and i'll still be workingpart time at bar none. And giving tuition toBrian on Wednesdays. Gotta pay the bills if youknow what i mean.Although late, i've made my appeal to finish myfinal semester at buffalo. *fingers crossed*I've just got back from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2945905460728788421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2945905460728788421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-now-is-appropriate-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-4087392653549767589</id><published>2008-12-24T05:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:01:07.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wandering aimlessly through blogs, i see posts of friends geared up for the holidays and new year. I think its great, and I'm really happy for them. I would never rain on anyone elses parade. December trips abroad with family and loved ones, new years resolutions and holiday bashes litter facebook statuses and blogs.Such i pity that i have to end the year on a bad note.That and well, all the work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4087392653549767589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4087392653549767589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/12/wandering-aimlessly-through-blogs-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-360522992252192403</id><published>2008-12-12T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:15:25.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyday I live and learn and grow. Just when I think i've got it all figured out, revelation comes knocking.  Life is all about balance, harmony, ying and yang, if you will. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I believe in a cosmic greatness. It is not an entity and doesn't go as far as being a religion. Part of this whole cosmic way of things is that things in life need not be forced. Love, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/360522992252192403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/360522992252192403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/12/everyday-i-live-and-learn-and-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-2202708923305588512</id><published>2008-12-09T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:14:18.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Choosing a blogskin is always such a hassle for me,Sifting through page after page of skins.Searching for one that represents who i am as a writerand at the same time without all the little trinketswhich might make me come across as a prepubescentteenage girl. Well, after spending a fruitful morningfiddling with skins i've finally arrived at this..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2202708923305588512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2202708923305588512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/12/choosing-blogskin-is-always-such-hassle.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-931269279132844474</id><published>2008-11-26T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:47:53.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I always wished i could type beautifully like some of the girls i know.And after reading their blogs I'm always left with two things.One, inspiration to write something meaningful.Two, the realization that i lack the writing ability to do so.Georgia with her, "Queen of the world, I am right and anyone who thinksotherwise will be sentenced to a slow painful death" straight anecdotes,and Sophie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/931269279132844474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/931269279132844474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-always-wished-i-could-type.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6521882348470682724</id><published>2008-11-17T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:38:11.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A hush falls upon the city as the light seepsinto the corners of the alleys and sidewalks.And one by one the lights of the skyscrapersflicker on like fireflies littering the night sky.It comes in full view against the cloudy back dropof the azure blanket.The Hudson river shows a scattered vistaof the city skyline and a silver trail to the moon.I am there, by the pier, in a trench coatand wool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6521882348470682724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6521882348470682724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/11/hush-falls-upon-city-as-light-seeps.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8588800852296693383</id><published>2008-11-10T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:10:54.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm lost in time, flashes rush byand the days and moments are a yesterday.i'm lost in direction, the usual turnslead to foreign outcomes.Slowly i'll be back in order.And maybe it won't be so much of a bother.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8588800852296693383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8588800852296693383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-lost-in-time-flashes-rush-by-and.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-404223011871579766</id><published>2008-10-15T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:16:27.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make an incision on the skin..Just enough to see what lies beneath.To find what started it all,inspiration, intention, direction,love.In moments, all will be clear.All,shall be revealed.That is the roots of lifenow shrouded by the overgrowthof sights and sounds.Spotlights of expectations,and reaching for that pedestal.To truly fly, we must hold, feel, believe.Testament that we are born,to live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/404223011871579766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/404223011871579766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/10/make-incision-on-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1932650288946588564</id><published>2008-10-15T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:27:26.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been running around alot latelydoing God knows what at god knows where.Pageant stuff, working at the Singapore IntPhotography Festival and watching Live Contenderfights. Brushing my work aside and stayingup till all hours to rush completion.I'm normally not that last minute, but this semi've really let myself go.Suckstobeme</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1932650288946588564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1932650288946588564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-running-around-alot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6990100990725962162</id><published>2008-09-29T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:10:35.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's a trooper..Lying on the bed, head propped up against some pillows,she lies an old women. Around her the dimly lit ward filledwith lost faces, all of which tired and worn. And a smile creepsacross her face when we approach. Comfort she desperatelyseeks, desperately needs. She squints through eyes that haveseen too much, and reaches out her hand to feel my touch,and I squeeze back sending all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6990100990725962162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6990100990725962162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-trooper.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8838593622660671505</id><published>2008-09-28T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:08:40.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love working in the bar, i really do. Surrounded by individuals withstrong personalities, each superstars in their own right. The flairing,the customer interaction, drinking on the job and not to mention theamount of flirting that goes with. But working these last 2 days atpowerhouse has made me realize that i really can't keep up withworking nightlife anymore. I'm dead tired, I've got cuts and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8838593622660671505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8838593622660671505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-working-in-bar-i-really-do.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6634738240425318956</id><published>2008-09-25T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:44:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't help it, I'm just a sucker for a girl with a great smile.One who isn't afraid to let loose and be free, stylish and livein the moment. Yet come home and bask in the moment ofquiet togetherness. Huddle under a blanket watching a DVD,spontaneous lunches and picnics at the park. Walking alongthe sidewalk just because we can. It has to be that easy,that comfortable, it has to be, perfect.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6634738240425318956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6634738240425318956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-help-it-im-just-sucker-for-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1057648130845690871</id><published>2008-09-22T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:37:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something doesn't feel right.. giving tuition, joining the pageant,drowning under my work. It all feels somewhat surreal, unplannedeven. Normally i like to fly by the seat of my pants now and again butseems to me like a lot of change, a lot of new. I need to wrap my headaround it and get busy, there are different methods to the madnessafter all. Should i just smile and take it in stride, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1057648130845690871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1057648130845690871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-doesnt-feel-right.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-3149210023641184890</id><published>2008-09-18T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:49:58.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another medal to add to my tiny collection of achievements. $70 bucks for 2minutes of quick climbing :)Up a wall in 12.25 seconds! enough said. Lots to do Lots to do..*oh and i tried to bite into my medal.. you know to see if it was one of those chocolate covered gold foil coins...... yea.. bad idea.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3149210023641184890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3149210023641184890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-medal-to-add-to-my-tiny.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3Czys1bSFc/SNJpvVaNNeI/AAAAAAAAABg/vj94i0p7mDI/s72-c/SNC00169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-3532738067854969220</id><published>2008-09-17T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:12:16.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Argh..! My head is buzzing like an angry hornets nest.All the things i have to get done,CONSIDER participating in the Pageant,prep for MGS midterm next week,meet Guao for drinks and entertain his Korean friends,Make an appointment to cut my hair with ashley,settle a tuition date for Mrs Siew's daughterAND *oh my god there is an AND*catch up on my school work...Its times like these i wish i had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3532738067854969220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3532738067854969220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/09/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6594087700875867474</id><published>2008-09-15T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:23:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today i took part in the SIM rockclimbing competitionin both team and individual categoriesCuts and scratches on my arms, i eagerly await the results.Team UB stands proudly in first place awaitinga worthy or just plain lucky adversary to steal our title.On the other hand, individually, i currently place 3rd.Where we stand amongst the ranks, only tomorrow will tell.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6594087700875867474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6594087700875867474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-took-part-in-sim-rockclimbing.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1663248350750561029</id><published>2008-09-12T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:01:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picked up a book of prayers at a book sale in school last week.The beautiful little prayers within resemble poetry.     Let us pray for wisdom. Let us pause fromthinking and empty our mind. Let us stop thenoise. In the silence let us listen to our heart. Theheart which grows buried alive. Let us be still andwait and listen carefully. A sound from the deep,from below. A faint cry. A weak tapping. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1663248350750561029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1663248350750561029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/09/picked-up-book-of-prayers-at-book-sale.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-5328851756582491285</id><published>2008-08-21T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:24:41.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thailand with the boyswow.. where do i begin... Along the trip there are these certain shining moments that you stop and attempt to put into words, and you fumble and grasp at straws and yet the words just never do the experience justice. Looking at that perfect sunset, we saw the amber sun sink into the blue waves along the horizon, with an array of purples, oranges and yellows littering the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5328851756582491285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5328851756582491285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/08/thailand-with-boys-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-2981390032424954659</id><published>2008-08-12T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:47:30.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's the kinda girl that blows your mindyou never seen one look so divine.She's the kinda girl that drives you insaneyou watched her dance from your window pane.She's the kinda girl that drives you wildwhenever she flashes that sassy smile.she is, everything you ever wantedand everything you could possibly need.you know you're in love.Spun around the dancefloor she lips:"When the day comes look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2981390032424954659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2981390032424954659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-kinda-girl-that-blows-your-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-9118593279471897821</id><published>2008-08-10T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:36:25.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet Sweet Relief..Okay, exams are finally over and I've been putting off this post since Friday.. but in my defense, this last week has REALLY  REALLY worn me out physically and mentally. Late nights wrecking my brains over managerial accounting and business statistics, my body running solely on redbull and junk food. But, it's finally over. Not blogging was one of those," I wish i had more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/9118593279471897821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/9118593279471897821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-sweet-relief.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8884109741441485686</id><published>2008-08-02T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:36:23.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part and Parcel...It's late in the evening, too early of a morning. And this blog needs a post. You know when you're a kid and when things go wrong and your parents say,"It's all part and parcel of growing up"? You should really pay attention. On the road of life there will be bumps and these bumps all have a sequence, a time and a place. And they are just there, like it or not, no detours, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8884109741441485686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8884109741441485686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/08/part-and-parcel.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1630421545229580819</id><published>2008-07-24T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:43:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day Dreamer..Take me to a place where i can be away from the ratraceand the daily hustle and bustle that dictates our lives.Where left is left and right is right,green means go and red means no.Under clear blue skies surrounded by great companyTo a place where i no longer feel the need to be me,where creativity, wonderment and passion are free.To rediscover the magic of the moment,the sights and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1630421545229580819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1630421545229580819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8185529550167484988</id><published>2008-07-22T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:09:47.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick Post...My blog has been neglected as of late,and i know the next few weeks hold little sleep.Exam after exam till the first week of August.As usual I'm procrastinating and attemptingto yank the rabbit out of the hat in marvelousfashion.With the light at the end of the tunnel being awell deserved and YEARNED for 2 week break.i know.. it ain't much, but I really REALLY need it.Get out of this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8185529550167484988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8185529550167484988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-post.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-208564442796326897</id><published>2008-07-13T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:22:30.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whiskey by my side I recapture old thoughtswhilst attempting to put new ones into words.The night wind carries a breath of fresh airinto the room, but the thoughts remain stale.I had a moment strumming on my guitar,when i felt so lost, as if mourning a loss.And i searched for answers in the randomlyrics, furious that they lead me back to you.I pause and muse on the audaciousnessof the momentary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/208564442796326897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/208564442796326897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/07/whiskey-by-my-side-i-recapture-old.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7251787656911058441</id><published>2008-07-03T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:57:16.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a romantic.I saw you in a dream last night.Where vivid and lucid collide.I held on tight knowing what themorning held in store.Dawn breaks stealing my perfect moment,and the perfect life with it.I guess dreams are all they are.And everyday we try our best to reach them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7251787656911058441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7251787656911058441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7548542209095646386</id><published>2008-06-18T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T04:03:44.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music is my medicine..Sing and play we find our way.I miss writing songs. There is a indescribable feeling of relief when singingsomething you came up with. Like a bubblethat pops with all the good, bad and ugly racingaway. Sing what you want, how you want it,with all the emotion you can possibly muster.With the lyrics taking you on highs and lows,moments of joy followed by heartbreak,stretching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7548542209095646386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7548542209095646386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/06/music-is-my-medicine.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6303272030566193674</id><published>2008-06-12T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:06:20.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lunar Passion..Chilled martini glass set on the counter,a flick of the wrist and flip up the shaker.Catch it mid-air and fill it with ice,look at the liquors, this is when it gets nice.Half a shot of Peach schnapps,for sweet floral bliss.Three-quarter shots of Amour,for that seductive kiss.A healthy shot of vodka, or more if you like,to keep the mood up and last through the night.Cranberry and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6303272030566193674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6303272030566193674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/06/lunar-passion.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-5334260679767619921</id><published>2008-06-07T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:07:11.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cocktails are about getting the mix right..knowing your stuff, what goes with whatand with how much. The reasons fordoing things and why.Sound familiar? Now I don't mean to be trivial,but the way I see it, life is like a cocktail. All thingsfly when you got the mix right and you take thatfirst sip. You hear the sound, and breathe it in.Everything around you heightens and it isin a word its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5334260679767619921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5334260679767619921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/06/cocktails-are-about-getting-mix-right.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6714261202728830321</id><published>2008-06-07T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:09:37.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where's the LoveIts late, girl be sitting on the bed at night.Arms crossed, so jaded, waiting for Mr Right.She knows how it goes and she knows what its like,waiting for that puzzle piece that fits so tight.And its tough,all her thoughts just running around.so hard to get her feet back firm on the ground.Wondering about decisions,all the choices she made.It all seems kinda shakey,cuz all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6714261202728830321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6714261202728830321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheres-love-its-late-girl-be-sitting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6649542949745140558</id><published>2008-05-22T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:30:44.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 week modules are scaring the shit out of me...Project assignments already handed out, midterms in 2 weeksand on top of that we just covered 2 chapters in 2 lessons.talk about intense huh. The red alarm siren is already blaringat the back of my head, but as usual i'll just pay no attention.*smiles* we just gotta work it out.. Its all about getting it done.*shrugs shoulders* better stop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6649542949745140558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6649542949745140558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-week-modules-are-scaring-shit-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8371953689582845640</id><published>2008-04-23T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:17:18.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birthday WishesToday it comes to pass the hour of birth, a moment of life. Look how we've grown, and what we've become. What the world has expected of us, and what we have made of ourselves.This birthday like many others has crept up and passed with out anticipation or acknowledgment. Never been a big fan of my birthday. Don't want anyone to throw a fuss or make special arrangements, just wanna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8371953689582845640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8371953689582845640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-wishes-today-it-comes-to-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7072211622355268705</id><published>2008-04-13T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:14:51.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Three AngelsThey rest their heads upon my shoulders,each heavy with disappointment and sorrow.All of which lost the love of their lives,been crying each day till tomorrow.My mind and shoulder and heart grow numbfrom consoling these angels as days ware on.A pillar for broken hearts cracks under the weightleaving the angels to lie in its wake.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7072211622355268705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7072211622355268705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-three-angels-they-rest-their-heads.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-5827514748964171667</id><published>2008-04-13T01:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:59:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling expressive. Between the lines hide the truth of the mind meant to tangle and twist the thoughts of the ordinary. To tease and construe dimension yet seem so perfectly sound and paint you a picture of +A Beautiful Disaster+Start and Finish So plain in sight I still .ignore.for you the girl that i.adore.the months of secret.love.dash past your eyes just like a.blur.memories I lay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5827514748964171667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5827514748964171667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-feeling-expressive.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-3935323768094375022</id><published>2008-03-27T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T04:40:35.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grant that I may seek to console, rather than be consoled. To understand, rather than to be understood. And to love, rather than be loved. For it is in giving that we receive.We all need a little reality check now and again. (:Here i am, supposed to be studying but I got caught up,as usual. I'm not a Godly man, but when a verse like thiscomes along every so often, I can't help but stop andadmire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3935323768094375022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3935323768094375022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/03/grant-that-i-may-seek-to-console-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1380323566406356380</id><published>2008-03-17T03:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:24:23.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crystal glasses..I remember looking through Georgia's facebook profile and something she said really resonated in my mind. It was an answer for one of those interview questions that went, "if you could be somebody for a day who would you be?" Her answer blew me away. She said she would be an African kid for a day, because it would teach her to appreciate what she has.We, and i mean all of us, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1380323566406356380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1380323566406356380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/03/crystal-glasses.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8676923771642022947</id><published>2008-03-11T06:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:42:52.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ScandalousWhat a day. I've been working at club Nana for 3 months now and i'll share something that happened to me today. I was doing my thing at the Bar when one of the girls beaconed me. When i leaned in to ask what she needed, the buxomy 27 year old kissed me and asked if i had a girlfriend. When i said no, she smiled cheekly and asked if i was free to get together after work. Thoughts raced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8676923771642022947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8676923771642022947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/03/scandalous-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-5995367407348391500</id><published>2008-02-28T05:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T05:37:51.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pillars of Life.I'm just rounding up my revision and its 5am in the morning.Morning people, i have been neglecting my blog becausehonestlyother than work and exam stress, nothing significanthas occurred or come to me that i felt the compulsive needto share about.Today is the first time an a long while that i have actuallyfelt blue.I attribute it to simple causes of feeling inadequateand being</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5995367407348391500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5995367407348391500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/02/pillars-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6167261437145187798</id><published>2008-02-15T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:46:03.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are..Hello my mystery, our life awaits.a treasure trove of laughs and smiles.We are the extremes of the same plane,the pride in a lions mane.Too smart for mistakesyet too silly to turn them down.That spark in your eye andwild playful smile say it all.And we smile so wide ignoring theenvious that surround us.The world can't stop this,time won't tame us.Tangled and twined we managed to find,a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6167261437145187798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6167261437145187798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-4495841106404758188</id><published>2008-01-30T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:56:25.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time in a LONG time,i know i'm working too hard..i've been working for almost 4 days straight..and &lt;3ing every minute of it..but with my midterms creeping ever-nearer..i can't help but feel like i overlooked schooland got caught up in work..well nothing else to do now but mugg andhope my boozed up brain will make like a spongeand soak up all the concepts and formulas..*fingers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4495841106404758188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4495841106404758188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-first-time-in-long-time-i-know-im.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6051722782369554969</id><published>2008-01-17T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:00:24.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning dreary eyed loveri hope last night was as good for you as it was for me.she just smiles and pulls me close,resting her head on my chest hearing my heart race.So serene i wonder what you are dreaming ofas i brush your hair to the side of your face.Breathe out, i know this perfect loveburied under folds of pillows and blankets.The amber leaves rustle outside the windowand the musky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6051722782369554969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6051722782369554969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-morning-dreary-eyed-lover-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1070238190493785668</id><published>2008-01-13T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T07:51:47.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched the sky change shades of blue from my window..i can still see the sun crawling up above the trees.i finally got back from my second day of work at club nana(thats where i'm working now for those who don't know)at around 630am. I've worked two 10 hour shifts in the lasttwo days and i'm beat.Its funny how people naturally assume that i'm born with asilver spoon in my mouth. That i'm one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1070238190493785668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1070238190493785668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-watched-sky-change-shades-of-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8343830503613904251</id><published>2008-01-08T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T07:27:47.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it too early in the year to type a post on love..? (: ahh, why not?Over the years there are some truths about love i hold near and dear..these rules are actually really apparent to everyone.. but yet we fail to adhere..which only leads to trouble..  So here's how it goes..1) When you like someone, its kinda like we are blindfolded to the obvious and all we can see is our desire to be close to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8343830503613904251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8343830503613904251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-too-early-in-year-to-type-post-on.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-3816844361469621146</id><published>2008-01-04T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:55:35.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New Year calls for New resolutions..Personally i've broken every single resolution i've ever made.But i thought i'd list down the things to look forward to in 2008.I am Looking forward to..1)Finishing my second year at uni. Its just one of those personal milestone goals that my eye is always on. I have to work harder to pull my GPA up from last sem if i still wanna maintain my Honours.2)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3816844361469621146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3816844361469621146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-calls-for-new-resolutions.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7778401751856283257</id><published>2008-01-03T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:27:01.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell me who i am, tell me what to say.caught in dead ends with no other way.I'll say anything, do anything to make you stay.We turned our heads choosing to forget.Heart tugging, tears welling, we walk away.In our heads it seemed so simple.Emo la.. i know.. i've been writing stuff like this for longerthan i can remember, plus all the music i grew up on.Just a jumble of words that spilt into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7778401751856283257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7778401751856283257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2008/01/tell-me-who-i-am-tell-me-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-4205170786060608540</id><published>2007-12-29T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:21:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GET OVER ITWas talking to Jeannie about her ex and how breaking up has been hard on him.. and i realised when we are in similar positions we all need something to get over it..Some people get angry with their partner and use that as a platform to detach themselves. Some use distractions like work or studying or someone else to move on from the old relationship. Longing is the most painful and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4205170786060608540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4205170786060608540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-over-it-was-talking-to-jeannie.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1384483124428562240</id><published>2007-12-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T02:21:31.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can imagine how all the blogs, e-mails and smses are littered with merry christmas messages.. now don't get me wrong, i'm no scrouge and i don't hate christmas. But for me personally, no holiday is complete without spending time with the family. It need not even be a special planned outing. Us lazing around the house watching the idle drabble they play on channel 5 on boxing day is good enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1384483124428562240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1384483124428562240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-can-imagine-how-all-blogs-e-mails-and.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8992342071899876402</id><published>2007-12-12T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T01:11:36.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A week after exams and i've been out partying and drinking since..4 days in a row now.. whoo boy.. gotta detox and recover..well i got my haircut and passport done..and i'll be flying off to bangkok come friday..so fun fun fun..also looking to change my blog skin..hmm.. think i'll get on that tomorrow..i'm sleepy..and promised so many people about meeting up..Roar.. gonna curl up in bed..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8992342071899876402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8992342071899876402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/12/week-after-exams-and-ive-been-out.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1225136641964583369</id><published>2007-11-27T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:48:39.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emo Daes...I don't think anyone follows my blog these days..but for the record.. occasionally i have my 'Emo daes' posts..this would be my second or third.. i'm lazy to count..I guess its just one of those days eh..?'the cure' and 'radiohead' on my playlist..perfect for stoning out and emoing..I generally dislike the feelings associated with 'Emo'..worry, sadness, insignificance, isolation, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1225136641964583369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1225136641964583369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/11/emo-daes.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-5962351794246316843</id><published>2007-11-21T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:49:39.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had one of those 'its a Tiny world we live in' moments today.. Stopped by my mom and sisters office on the way home and I found out John Molina's niece goes to my sisters speech therapy center..! and met May (Johns sister) too.. talk about coincidence ya..?well research papers handed in, projects done and presentations.. err.. presented.. with 2 weeks before exams its time to buckle down and bury</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5962351794246316843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5962351794246316843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/11/had-one-of-those-its-tiny-world-we-live.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-3968845300662417999</id><published>2007-11-12T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:11:47.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find that in love, i always tend to give too much.Its an all or nothing thing with me.I put my entire heart and being into the vision..the vision of living happily together, sharing special moments,romance and the future of infinate possibilities.I guess i'm a romantic that way..As an outsider, i'm always able to give insight and advice.But when i get involved in actual relationships,i lose my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3968845300662417999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3968845300662417999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-find-that-in-love-i-always-tend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-5361480250728833333</id><published>2007-10-25T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:39:43.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Omg..seriously the weeks are counting down faster than i can manage..and the amount of daily content they are jamming into my headpaired with the amount of a) assignments b) projects and c) revisioni have to get done.. i am really kicking to stay above water here...anyway.. here's a joke... it made me smile..so i thought i'd share it with you guys...okay so..2 fish are in a tank.... one turns to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5361480250728833333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5361480250728833333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8063926690920339178</id><published>2007-10-12T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T04:23:31.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna make this clear...i have never and will never like Zouk...after Plush me and ken made our way down to Zoukto join victor sally and Samuel..Phuture was so packed.. my god.. there wasn't space to dance!Seriously whats the point in cramming in and suffocating..if you are lucky there will be 4 inches between youand the next guy..and So many young guys and girls.. *shakes head*And then after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8063926690920339178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8063926690920339178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-gonna-make-this-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-5440203194892797645</id><published>2007-10-09T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:08:40.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 InvisibleIntro: Dm7 Dm E ADm7 DmWish i mattered to you... ( repeat )E A# ADon't you see that i want you to..Dm7 Dmi think i stay but i won't.. (repeat)E Achances are that i'll fade away..G Cand i turn, turn to run,E but i can't get away from it all..G AJust like light, from the sun,Dm7 Dm E A# i'm invisible...AI'm invisible...*intro* . Dm7 DmDisobedient heart.. (repeat)E A# AFull of longing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5440203194892797645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5440203194892797645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-invisible-intro-dm7-dm-e-dm7-dm-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-4927556266961421104</id><published>2007-10-07T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:10:22.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostalgia...A year and a month on... i finally leave PPC...Ken is alseep after we drank half a bottle of Jack Danielsand a Guiness Draught each..I'm glad i finally made the move to leave..I'm not discounting any of the positive experiences i had..Drinking on the job..Learning how to PR with customers..Picking up the basics and aquiring my own style of bartending.Making friends... In the course of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4927556266961421104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4927556266961421104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/10/nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7747859494221075740</id><published>2007-09-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:50:21.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling much better, and not so pissed with the world..haha.. currents flow in the oceans of the earth..and things have a natural way of finding the right order..And we take it as it comes..Black Balloonbabys black balloon makes her fly,i almost fell into that hole in your life.you're not worried about tomorrow..Cuz you were the same as me but on your knees..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7747859494221075740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7747859494221075740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-feeling-much-better-and-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-3023781544344669994</id><published>2007-09-22T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:12:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things to get done...Essay for world civilisations..Research paper andoral presentation for english..psych project..Econs Project..That and mid-terms looming a week away..I think the phrase that best describes everything is..Ohhh.. fuck..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3023781544344669994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/3023781544344669994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-to-get-done.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-6328941230650756127</id><published>2007-09-18T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T04:25:36.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After looking through my notes..Playing guitar and a Warm shower..Theres nothing like a nice relaxing eveningto put things in perspective..Currents of the world take us away..Faces and places old and new..To experience magic and excitement..We ride the wave and take in the sights..and leave everything to time..And we smile.. With no cares on our backs..and only the future we love.. we smile..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6328941230650756127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/6328941230650756127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-looking-through-my-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-8910246110298330420</id><published>2007-09-08T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:59:26.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Without you i have no reason to stay..The song on my blog is by H.I.M..its one of those bands i liked from way back..and my first taste of love metal..alot has been going through my head..Its easy to be discombulated by love and emotions..and in the eye of your mindemotions and questions spiral around like a typhoon..and there you are.. in the middle..i've decided.. i need to detach myself from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8910246110298330420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/8910246110298330420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/09/without-you-i-have-no-reason-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-4705229529986576998</id><published>2007-09-05T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:19:10.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New sem.. new Ballgame..Its been awhile since i last posted...:) nothing much to post actually.. i usually blog when i feel blue or down..So things must be going pretty well..Time flies.. So fast and i'm into my second sem..Modules this sem are definatly more challenging..Calculus.. World civilisations.. Macroeconomics.. Psy 101..Must make constant effort not to keep on track..and not let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4705229529986576998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/4705229529986576998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-7058846322325186196</id><published>2007-08-25T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:37:35.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is...I'm up and at the com though its 5am in the morning..somewhere between watching my cooking shows, reading my bookand making myself tomyam instant noodles..i felt the incessant call to blog.. and i wouldn't be hereunless bloggng at this hour unless this would inevitabilitylead me to some kinda of epiphany..I was at the balcony.. looking up at the clear starlit night sky..and i could just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7058846322325186196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/7058846322325186196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-5849416917738894589</id><published>2007-08-22T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:19:17.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blink...Its really been a chilled out 2 weeks for this Emo rocker bartender..Passing my days with the simple joys of life..1) Playing my dearest Guitar2) Morning Coffee and reading the newspaper3) Sprawling out on the couch watching Tv4) Spending time having our oh so rare Family dinners5) Working at my favourate place doing my favourate thing..**No its not drinking.... ... ... ..Well the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5849416917738894589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/5849416917738894589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/08/blink.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-1037696214201042181</id><published>2007-08-21T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:25:13.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got my Results back recently..! 3.715 for my GPA..Its not the perfect 4.0 i was aiming for but..Its a respectable grade.. but no worries..i'll do better next sem.. :)Anyway..Its such a nice sunny day..Think i'll watch some family guy at home..Head to town and have a coffee..read the papers.. play some pool.. and people watch..Sounds like a truly relaxing way to spend the day..Anyway i miss tris..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1037696214201042181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/1037696214201042181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/08/got-my-results-back-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271252.post-2202723599068832397</id><published>2007-08-17T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:03:14.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woke up from a wicked nightmare..dreamt i only got 55% for my econs final..and 60% for my math final.. i was super freaking out..Well.. gonna grab some lunch and head to work after this..In life we must take the good with the bad..Just as there can't be highs without lows.. I always believe the toughest things in lifeare also usually the most rewarding..So we gotta keep pressing on..Live our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2202723599068832397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271252/posts/default/2202723599068832397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockspiral.blogspot.com/2007/08/woke-up-from-wicked-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919149703712350916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
