<?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-5510800</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:29:16.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Steps Begins Right Here</title><subtitle type='html'>WeLcome to my elusive realm</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510800.post-106880584052342182</id><published>2003-11-14T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:30:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the sake of those people who has been bugging me to post something (even for the sake of doing so).. .. I Shall.. .. Despite my screwed up archives and a lil less screwed up layout (chosen by me with tempation in mind) -snickers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that the fall of communism in Hungary, was due in part to Gorbachev's policies, in part to nationalist sentiments, inter alia. Hungarian communism was in fact toppled by rock music. Not just any rock music - but "Beatles, Cream, Traffic and Jimi Hendrix".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if Limp Bizkit and Linkin Park had been the vanguards for rock music then. It would be highly probable the iron curtain would have never been felled. Likely scenario: "Results May Vary", since "In The End, it doesn't really matter", they'd all be screaming themselves to hernia about how they'd like to "heal" and "feel" the "things they never knew"; things like democracy, free speech, Coke, Pringles chips, MTV. On the other hand, good old rock and roll, in its days Before Being Bastardized, just tells you that Strawberry Fields are Forever. Definitely more substantial material to stage a revolution to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the protagonists have their way, an "institute to study rock music's global influences" will be established. This blogger would like to sign up as a Fellow of research, specializing in The Smashing Pumpkins, Tool, Radiohead, Nirvana. But hell, I'm versatile on this one. Let me join the teenybopper-undercover camp and I'll find convincing data to prove the inverse relationship between the level of braincells and a fondness for Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, and of course, Limp Bizkit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On to soccer..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my team can redeem itself against the scum last sunday, after last December's embarrassing defeat we'd rather forget. I've long said I identified with Liverpool on many levels, especially that of underachievement - and if they win, it might be symbolic for me as well - redemption after years of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've never needed to hear &lt;em&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone&lt;/em&gt; more than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-106880584052342182?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106880584052342182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106880584052342182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106880584052342182' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-106738924957911910</id><published>2003-10-29T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T09:00:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people have asked, "Why keep a blog when you don't blog regularly?"&lt;br /&gt;My Anwer, "Why remain with your boyfriend if you don't love him anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As warp as this analogy might be, I believe it speaks volumns as to why I ain't blogging as much as I use to. I intend to arrest that problem by changing the template of my blog to something nicer (at least in mine opinion). Change it, in order to give it a new lease of life. Change it, that it might inspire me to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last weeks had been rather hectic. Rather emotional and extremely detrimental to my pocket. However, as we enter into the 2nd last week of the semester, things are seemingly better. Better in the sense that its anything but the above. Alas, somethings are too good to be true, especially applicable to life in Temasek Polytechnic. Why does this week seem particularly relaxed then? Answer (no prizes for guessing) : Its the study week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the study week, the week that brings so much joy and pain to everyone's life. Joy as it signifies the end of the projects! Pain as it indicates the start of the exams! Ironic don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I assume thats too much nonsense in 1 day, I must be mugging too much. As what a friend of mine would say, "I better get my sexy ass off the computer chair and do some serious mugging for the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-106738924957911910?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106738924957911910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106738924957911910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738924957911910' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-106709140970264473</id><published>2003-10-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T22:18:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally an entry in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've change the outlook of my blog as all of you can see.. this I'm sure looks more "boyish". I had to change it in order to silence the critics and unappreciative. I would not go into finger pointing though you know who you are.... Hehehe... Calling my blog gay and all! Some ass even said it had the same outlook as a Pornsite! GrRrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, feel free to tag on the board if you do visit.. the entries found there regarding colours and cursors are all referring to my old blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the tags coming and I'll do my part by writing more too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-106709140970264473?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106709140970264473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106709140970264473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709140970264473' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-106536268242528341</id><published>2003-10-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:04:42.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I indulge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smashing Pumpkins first thing in the morning to overdue analysis of two poems some prose and some drama. There is only one shot one opportunity and you know this just means I've been listening to too much eminem (shoot me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.50pm, 5th October.&lt;br /&gt;Def Leppard on Kazaa playlist. You held my hand and then you slipped away. And I may never see your face again. So tell me how to fill the emptiness inside. Without love, what is life? And anyone who knew us both can see. We always were the better part of me. I never wanted to be this free. And all this pain, when does it go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everytime I turn around. And you're nowhere to be found. I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta long long way to go. Before I can say goodbye to you. Oh, I gotta long long way I know. Before I can say goodbye. To all I ever knew, to you. To you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am asked, how can you study when you obsess so much about music at the same time? To which I replied that if not for the music I'd be distracted anyway by the voices in my head. What do the voices sound like? They sound like Billy Corgan telling me next time I'll be perfect and Thom Yorke instructing me to stand up, sit down, that two and two always make a five. Why such music? Maybe it's your choice of genres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought so too but then even with Rachmaninov I hear things. What things? I dunno, Sergei Rachmaninov saying something to me in Russian so I don't understand him but the music, the brilliant piano, the orchestra, appeals to me at my most private, the most intimate sphere I have never shared with anyone else; that which 2 years of classical training from childhood had placed in me. I was happiest then, with complete and unchallenged mastery over my instrument of choice. They spoke for me and let me say things I could not find words to. Individual brilliance was outshadowed and kept in place by the collective effort needed to produce something collectively brilliant. Who would have thought, in time, I would have given up on what I had built up in those 2 years, true to the characteristic weaknesses which now haunt me in every aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jimmy Eat World tells me "I could be so much more than this" (My Sundown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love easily - and am always too eager to rekindle old flames. (another story for another day.) Returning to your old lovers is never easy, but when they're your first loves in life, things can only get better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing the plot yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time no time no time no time no time for next time &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-106536268242528341?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106536268242528341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106536268242528341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106536268242528341' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-106246846088235154</id><published>2003-09-02T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:06:19.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This world leaves so much to be desired. Yes, I know that you know that and so does the rest of the world. But it's true! No matter what they tell you about grades not really mattering, and how academic success doesn't make a person... that's rubbish, lah. I mean, grades aren't EVERYTHING, but let's look at it this way. If you have good grades AND a good personality and all that, then great! If you have all that minus the grades then it's sayonara to whatever dream life you anticipate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i'm kind of fed up with myself. My self-confidence is at an all time low. (BTW, i'm warning you, if you HATE HATE HATE narcissism/self-pity, run for your life.) the PROJECT SUBMISSION DATES ARE NEXT WEEK, and i'm SITTING IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTER. What does that say about my self-discipline? That it is non-existent? Yup. So, even if I do wanna get into the Director's Honours List, what are the odds of getting it when competing with people who are perfect A students? I might as well give it up. Shawn Tan is lazy imbecile. I'll be lucky if i can even get all As to qualify for the DHL. Well, look at it this way, all I need is to improve by 2 grades! How hard can that be? I think i'm going mad. Wait i'm mad already, aren't i? I talk to mannequins. ugh. see my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you came up to me and asked&lt;br /&gt;"Which is more impt, my life or yours?"&lt;br /&gt;And I said mine.&lt;br /&gt;You walked away sadly not knowing that&lt;br /&gt;You are my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-106246846088235154?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106246846088235154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106246846088235154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106246846088235154' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-106212108176148247</id><published>2003-08-29T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T09:38:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are falling like candlesticks which outgrow gravity. You are miserably happy, and nobody will inform you, "The world grows old, and the young learns too late. Take your eternal caress and leave it in my womb." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually much point in writing all this down. Existence in its simplest form is a real beauty. I am honestly quite bored of playing the cool observer of my world. I write everyday (though not on this blog) observing I have always been fond of green apples, and will probably continue to do so for some time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not presume too much about anyone's knowledge these days, not least yours. Not that I presume your stupidity (though ... I have quite often declared it ...) but your stupefying ignorance once rose like a backward tsunami, and it was terrifying to say the least! I say this partly in jest, but ah, since I never take myself seriously, you might consider this a rather accurate reflection of my intentions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I forsake my books once again for the gentle caress of my fingers on the keyboard. It is all I can muster, but my glee must attempt suicide soon. I need to wait for somebody, and guess what, my sweetest person, I think I shall wait for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. Yes, I do agree it is a most stunning conclusion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-106212108176148247?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106212108176148247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106212108176148247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106212108176148247' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-106059454818734732</id><published>2003-08-11T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T17:35:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick note before I disappear completely, in the name of academic focus:&lt;br /&gt;Happy national day (time for mandatory reflection upon this momentous event; I must be getting old - felt vaguely moved by NDP2003).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written On The Body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Articulacy of fingers, the language of the deaf and dumb, signing on the body body longing. Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark... I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. In places the palimpsest is so heavily worked that the letters feel like braille. I like to keep my body rolled away from prying eyes. Never unfold too much, tell the whole story. I didn't know that Louise would have reading hands. She has translated me into her own book."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most famous excerpt from Winterson's "Written On The Body". I keep running to her (and Shakespeare, Nin, and Rich) for words I cannot find. My curiously sordid history has been frequently described by those who don't know better as a trophy cabinet with past conquests proudly on display. Truth betold, I am a diehard romantic at heart (albeit there has to be some redefinition on what "love" and "romance" is): there are only a few people in this world who are so close they know how much of an ardent romantic I am (in my own warped way), or who know how my heart skips a beat in every cycle (I never had a steady heart). You are one of them but it took me a long time to learn to say so. The articulacy of fingers is a given here - Winterson was not my spokeswoman of choice by coincidence. All else is visible only in certain lights. Are we done translating, or are we in the midst of it? The recognition that there was never a need for definition. Even in midsleep I know it is you as the phone rings in another room. I kick myself for pretending to be uninterested and aloof when I really want to say a hell lot more. It took me a long time to learn to say all that already, and I'm still learning. Still translating. But I wouldn't have it any other way. All that simply translates to, I choose to be the figure in that light,/half-blotted by darkness, something moving/ across that space, the color of stone/greeting the moon, yet more than stone:/a Man. I choose to walk here. And to draw this circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Soundtrack of Choice is Wu Ding by Jay Zhou and that girl ( I dunno her friggin name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now Disappear Completely. You know where to find me.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you - this is goodbye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-106059454818734732?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106059454818734732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106059454818734732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106059454818734732' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-106035899703335766</id><published>2003-08-09T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T00:09:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to Don't look back in Anger by Oasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collective Stupidity - I'm not that much of a snob, but massive school functions (happens all over the nation, but think of the educational institution as a microcosm of greater society, we are the "future of the nation" after all; you know what I mean.. ) inevitably only mean one thing: the broadcast of inane music a la Celine Dion and trashy metal (certainly not that metal is trashy, nor that thrash metal is trashy - by trashy I mean, the countless MTV acts that try to pass off as metal). One more time I hear somebody say "Wah this band is SO HEAVY!" (with reference to Linkin Park) my right fist will possibly lose control of itself and find itself across that person's face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incantation 6:9 of the Sutra of Acceptable Music: (repeat 5 times daily facing direction of my domestic residence) Linkin Park Is Not Metal. Linkin Park Is Not Heavy. Linkin Park Is MTV. Linkin Park should be banned from schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, away from music....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I am breaking new ground and going through a formative phase when I take only 5 minutes to do up my hair and 15 minutes to bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dragging myself outta bed today, I emerged from the bathroom in this plain white t-shirt and jeans, yes Shawn wears jeans. (read: unwashed and a year old old, died in my closet). Proceeded to put on the usual "going out" stuff. You know I have completely lost it when I actually bother about my dressing. Very safe. Very mainstream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is ridiculous to think that one's taste in music is inversely related to the amount of clothes one has on. But come on - try moshing in those safe and mainstream clothes and sensible shoes. You're better off in the front row seats to a Backstreet Boys gig. In which case you will, in most probability, have the intellectual capacity of all the combined number of words on your placard ("I Love Nick Carter/Brian Litrell"), but that's another story altogether and if I don't stop now I will end up with a thesis on the relationship between the aesthetic and the cognitive with relation to the degree to which one is discerning, audio-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. When Mandy Moore ever comes around to our little island again, you can be sure I will be in the front row waving my "I {Heart} Kylie" placard, and will be proud to have that become the sum of all my intellectual capacity for those few hours in her presence. In which case, let me assure you that it will not have anything to do with her music. Mmm. I will definitely turn up with my fantastically messy hair... and I am beginning to sound like a 15 year old female. Oh well, I'm everybody's favourite faghag, baby! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-106035899703335766?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106035899703335766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106035899703335766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106035899703335766' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-106021986625235710</id><published>2003-08-07T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T09:31:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh I know I haven't been blogging for some time.. Just too lazy to type an entry out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a different approach to this semester. This sem I've decided to play hard and work hard.. the previous ones were just play hard and do last minute studying. However, it seems that being hardworking makes life equally boring.. its just mug mug mug mug.. totally no life at all.. but at least there'll be one thing I'm almost assured of.. Good Grades.. I was challenged by one of my friends to get into Directors' Honours List this year so I'll strive to prove her wrong.. Sometimes my ego gets the better of me.. but I would go as far as to say its probably the one which keeps me going. Its the one that enables me to set that high standard for myself.. The way i live.. The way i think.. Not so much for the way act though cos I never do want others to see the real side of me. Honestly, I feel that by portraying this extroverted attitude, people would not question what I do because everything would seemingly be displayed. Rather thats not what I think they'll think but what I want them to think. Nevertheless, at a certain time and phase of my life, there'll always be someone who can read into me so well that I would be shaken. I always prepare myself to meet someone like that one day, but all these preparation seem in vain when I finally do meet a person like that. Alas, I'm actually a rather introverted sorta person... the extroverted part being what you would call a Facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick tempered but not hot tempered, I get irritated easily by people who don't seem to have enough intellect to grasp my train of thought, either that or their simply unreasonable.. Irritated easily by things that don't seem to go according to what I planned them to be. Its no wonder if I end up having High Blood Pressure and Hypertension when I grow older.. not that having these 2 are any good but getting it would seem inevitable due to my very own nature and character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, my life is in shambles. My School Life bored me to the core. My social life, What am i talking abt.. ever since I entered poly I sorely lacked a social life. My family life is good, only thing which gives me comfort and rest. My love life is also tangled up. That basically makes me a screwed up person.. So much for being the perfectionist I made myself to be huh.. Guess i really needa sort things out.. I do that during my long holidays only to lose sight of my well planned agenda when school starts again.. The powers of my timetable looks to be more superior.. I can't do anything if thats the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm risking being late for class by typing this entry.. I dun even know why I'm typing it.. Its all crap about myself.. things I would not.. in any normal case divulge to the world.. Oh well.. Enjoy it for if u don't take the opportunity to know me now.. You never will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid to place your unknown future to a known God.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-106021986625235710?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106021986625235710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/106021986625235710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106021986625235710' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105940013269511986</id><published>2003-07-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T21:48:52.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday, 28th July 2003.. A day to be remembered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the FIRST TIME my week started of well!!!! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hafta go to school early to hand up my work at 10a.m cause I sent my work to my friend the previous night and for once, I do not have to rush on a Monday morn. However, sleep I did not get.. instead I got up to watch the Man Utd Vs Club America match.. sometimes I amaze myself.. so darn tired and still got energy to wake up and watch, of all teams, Man Utc play?! Hahaha.. it has to be soccer.. not Man Utd.. Man Utd won 3-1 by the way and boy were they good.. slick passing.. good goals.. Haha.. beat the shit outta those Mexican ruffians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my time to bath.. and got out of the house all calm and collected =) Haha.. Hell.. I was even earlier than my friend.. that speaks volumes.. just shows how relax I am today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into class just on time.. sat down at my usual place and started logging onto icq and stuff.. soon the teacher came in and went through our work.. Did the usual exercises in no time and soon played a game.. Hahaha.. my group won it.. had chocolate!! Thank Goodness.. I was starving since I skipped lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lcomm, I proceeded to Apel class where the ever-slacking Mrs Gomez talked crap again for 30 mins... some quiz thingy about aging!! Doesn't she have anything better to do?! Manz... some people have all the luck.. paid tons to teach shit.. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apel ended early and soon found myself slacking outside the One-stop Service centre.. talked to Sin Ping and Vithya before Yi Qian came and hurried me to get my butt off and go home.. Hahaha he's a real PITASS (Pain in the ASS).. Oh well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way.. this PITASS suggested eating prata and the kampong prata place near my house.. since it was near my house it wun do much harm anyway so agreed.. Ate alot!! 3 Prata and Nasi Briyani.. damn fattening.. Crap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home happy and satisfied.. excellent day I must say.. Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Yi Qian if u ever read this.. My sincerest apologies.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whore is a bottomless pit, a loose woman can get you into deep trouble.. FAST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105940013269511986?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105940013269511986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105940013269511986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105940013269511986' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105900780276205</id><published>2003-07-24T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T08:59:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday is here.. One more day to friday.. Finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days were horrendous.. had to run up and down so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my accounting lecture on Tuesday halfway as I wasn't feeling to well, also because I already knew what the teacher was talking about. Hmm thought of going home or at least wait till 4p.m for French class. But after awhile I felt better so I went with Muizz, his girlfriend and Yi Qian to play pool at Parkway.. it was an excellent game.. Muizz brought us there.. real classy place.. played for over 3 hours before I had to rush home as it was my sister's bday on Tueday. Was going to Breeks! for dinner so had to be home fast. Managed to reach home in time, fortunately.. rest of the day was spent stoning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Wedneday.. woke up real early so I can be on time for Accounting Tutorial.. I did make an effort.&lt;br /&gt;After accounts went to the canteen to slack with Ling.. ate Chicken Chop whilst waiting for Yi Qian to finish his lesson.. &lt;br /&gt;When he arrived, I just felt soo boredd.. wanted to skip my MBS tutorial to play pool again.. and I did just that.. went to Parkway to play again.. this time my game wasn't too good.. Haha I should have just gone for tutorial and not waste my money..&lt;br /&gt;My Mom called and asked me to meet her at toa payoh before going down for my Church's Charity Golf event at Sembawang Golf and Country Club. Took 31 from Parkway and I reached there 1/2 hour early.. crap.. what was I going to do.. Being the self-proclaimed King of Bumming.. I managed to keep myself busy anyway.. The rest of the day was monotonous.. the only exciting part was Dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno if I'll be attending the Crim Pro lecture today.. Mathavan, experience as he is, is a real boring tutor.. perhaps its his voice.. Hope there'll be soccer today.. I really want to play.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no.. I dun really want to play.. right now.. my innermost desire is to spend time with the one I love so much.. its alright if that someone doesn't reciprocrate my feelings.. spending time with her is just a desire I have.. just a desire.. yes.. sigh... Def Leppard's Long Long way to go is such a nice song... making me think about stuff.. which is good cause it helps me reflect on life.. my life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless laws weaken necessary laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105900780276205?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105900780276205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105900780276205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105900780276205' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105877674254843556</id><published>2003-07-21T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T16:39:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept late at around 2a.m last night. Was talking on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That of course had its consequences. Couldn't wake up this morning and met my friends late.. a good 20 mins late.. though fortunately we weren't late for school.. whew.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 9.50... 10 mins to work submission time.. had to rush.. but made it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After handing up the work.. couldn't find much to do so just slacked around in the computer lab till around 11 where we left for the canteen.. ate the Nasi Goreng.. cheap and real nice.. topped my meal with 2 cans of Heaven and Earth Reunion Tea.. haha.. I stumbled upon the drink once.. got attracted by its colour =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. the slacking had to end somewhere and soon it was time for Legal Communication lesson.. Sometimes you shouldn't be too creative.. especially when it comes to letter formats... I took out and entire part i my letter and received a C- grade when I could have gotten a darn B.. this is gonna be detrimental to my final grade man.. Ugh.. how infuriatiing.. especially since the error was a result of my "I do not wanna plagarise" attitude.. so much for being righteous.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the remaining of the lesson went really well and managed to fniish my work 45 mins before the actual end of the lesson.. spent 45 mins chatting away during class time.. haha.. couldnt be faulted man.. I did my work ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway had to take this english test which by the way aint easy at all... despite the standard of my english  deproving over the years.. managed to get 2nd highest in class.. yay! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lcomm was Apel where they silly tutor, Mrs Annie Gomez had some "bright idea" up her sleeve.. talk nonsense as usual.. the only fun part was the election of the class rep and treasurer.. both my nominees got selected.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats all for now.. catchya later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105877674254843556?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105877674254843556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105877674254843556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105877674254843556' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105870723108550127</id><published>2003-07-20T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T21:20:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything in life is so unpredictable. Only God knows the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of 3 days, 3 of my friend's grandparents have passed away. Death is so uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my friday out with Jeremy, a good friend of mine. Went to get some clothes and totally freaked him out. Haha I was practically going into every single shop I see.. I was desperate to get myself new t-shirts. Finally I settled for 2 Tom Tailor ones.. got it at a bargain.. 28 bucks for 2.. quite worth. After that I went to Breeks! for dinner.. everything there is cheap cheap.. and more importantly nice. At around 8.45, my friends and I went down to my friend's grandpa's memorial service. Left only at around 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday begun at 11.. woke up still dreamy and all.. raced down to the breakfast table only to find it empty. My mom had not returned from the market, meaning no food.. yet. Haha. Left the house for church at around 2.30.. journey took quite long.. perhaps due to the number of things that kept running through my mind.. some still lingering at the back of my head as I update this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there were some pigs that were late.. total put off for me.. ignored them.. and proceeded straight to Northpoint after my Music Practise. Got my sis and friend a present each as their birthdays are on tuesday and today respectively. Bought my sis this big beanbag.. carried it all the way home. Once home, took a quick shower and was outta the house again. My family was going to Suntec to celebrate my Sista's birthday in advance. Ate at this Jap restaurant whose system of payment was similar to Marche. Ate the beef set.. damn full..  Cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 11. Needa to rush to bed as I had to be up early. My church's youth committee was gonna invade some other church's youth service. Haha.. primary purpose of going was to see how the other church's youth service was run actually. After their service had to rush back to my own church for our service. Was helping out in the sound system today so had to be there on time to test the system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church.. we went to this air-conditioned prata place to celebrate the birthday boy's birthday.. dun ask me why a prata place.. it was his choice.. haha.. but the prata is cheap considering there was the air con and all.. 1 buck for egg prata and 60cents for plain.. its even cheaper than that kampong prata place near my house.. Ate 2 egg and 2 plain together with my usual Teh Chino.. Superb lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home after lunch despite my wanting to play pool.. couldnt find anyone to play with me anyway.. Boredddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thats abt it for my last 3 days.. back to school tomorrow.. soo tired now.. I'm really missing someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person can be a great leader unless he takes genuine joy in the successes of those under him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105870723108550127?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105870723108550127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105870723108550127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105870723108550127' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105844173036917890</id><published>2003-07-17T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T19:35:30.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took a cab to school today cause I thought I would be late for french..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I got outta bed I felt today just wasn't gonna be my day.. but I just brushed it off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In french class, broke up into 4 groups of 10 and went to different stations with different activities.. quite interesting but after that my entire interest was put off thanks to the tutor.. accused me of talking continously when all I did was to ask my friend to exchange papers with me.. when I tried explaining she just said I was pissing her off.. what was that suppose to mean man.. that obviously didn't go down well... with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I proceeded to the canteen and my friend brought his laptop to school.. played this game on his laptop.. damn fun.. but soon it was 3pm.. time to see Ferlin!! Hahaha, I did not prepare for his lecture.. kinda asking for trouble.. but I didn't care anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture seemed to go on forever with Ferlin's voice continously resounding in my head.. good thing he told some stories.. which by the way is extremely funny.. to wake those already in lalaland.. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual.. pussy Shaun refused to bring the ball which doesn't belong to him anyway.. why keep it in his house man.. Ugh.. freaking pissed with me.. so didn't play soccer in the end.. crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that decided to play a prank on Edwin.. not knowing he wasn't in a good mood.. guess it was the wrong time.. and Yi Qian felt the fury of Ed.. man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. it wasn't a good day today lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic is a book which people praise and don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105844173036917890?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105844173036917890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105844173036917890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105844173036917890' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105835917761960178</id><published>2003-07-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T20:39:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha.. the worse is over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so scared going into today's Business Accounting class.. thought there wasn't anyone else from law.. fortunately there was ONE.. yes it was that close.. only ONE.. haha so it aint that bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tutor also turned out to be a very nice person.. gave the law people lotsa face.. maybe because we're already in year 2 and the rest of the class are freshies =P Anw the 2 hours in tutorial passed quickly.. lasted only 1 1/2 actually cause the teacher manage to finish the tutorial questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBS followed and as usual MBS was dead boringggggg... basically I just sat there and insulted my teacher. Hahaha.. kept going "screw you" and "talk cock" to everything she said.. even this girl whom I do not know at all laughed at my comments.. Hahaha.. by the way.. I must admit that girl was not bad looking but still... my heart belongs to a certain someone.. you know who u are =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the class tearing (bored to tears).. haha and proceeded to the canteen where the blardy chicken chop was soooo tempting.. managed to abstain though and before I realised.. it was already 2p.m... time to go down to parkway to meet my friend.. haha.. he had a 5 dollar voucher to spend in parkway itself.. and another 5 bucks to spend in Giant Hypermarket.. I got free meals!! Cool.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home on 76.. nice cool and quiet journey home.. reached home at around 4.40.. bath and as usual.. almost becoming a routine.. I started using my computer.. played Championship Manager.. hahaha my Real Madrid team rocks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!! Dinner was served..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gobbled up my food and as you can see.. here I am on my computer.. typing nonsense again.. haha.. I dun have a life anymore.. grrRr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Nuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your best, not because your work is worth it, but because you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105835917761960178?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105835917761960178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105835917761960178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105835917761960178' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105822904166393022</id><published>2003-07-15T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T08:35:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday Tuesday Tuesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried updating on Sun but made a mistake in the publishing and everything was erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too sick to post yesterday.. just hit the sacks the moment I reached home.. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas.. Tuesday is here and it just proved that I've gotten over the dreaded Monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what's in store for me today but I just hope I'll make the best of it.. School ends at 6 today.. unfortunately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was horrible.. spent almost 4 hours in a freaking air-conditioned room.. and outta that 4 hours.. 3 was spent on the computer.. its no wonder why I fell sick after that.. Ughh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. gotta rush of to school now.. take care everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105822904166393022?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105822904166393022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105822904166393022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105822904166393022' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105810992904298572</id><published>2003-07-13T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T20:27:39.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that I did have a sunday entry.. only thing its blank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted the tueday one b4 actually seeing the Sun one.. so yah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do much on sun anw.. went to church.. lunched with friends at Yoshinoya.. went back.. thats abt it.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cities fall but are rebuilt. Heroes die but are remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105810992904298572?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105810992904298572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105810992904298572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105810992904298572' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105802458468534163</id><published>2003-07-12T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T23:43:04.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manz have been really occupied the last few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 3 days have been really tiring.. law welcome and all.. only reached home at about 11 every night.. thus no time to update.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the whole orientation thingy was fun.. really exciting and interesting but also demanding.. but no I won't go into details as it might bore all of you.. it'll bore me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church today for my youth comm meeting.. it was pretty cool as usual.. hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically spent my whole day in church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh feeling so confused now.. aimless.. frustrated.. tired.. I really would like to brush this off as just depression but doubt it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Mr. Ferlin said was right.. the worse thing about orientation is post-orientation. The thought of going back to school is terrible.. esp with some idiots who would always be there to spoil your day.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored now and im sorely lacking the inspiration go write on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% of Divorces start with Marriage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105802458468534163?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105802458468534163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105802458468534163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105802458468534163' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105767815554461691</id><published>2003-07-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T23:29:15.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day has been extremely interesting.. attended 3 new classes today.. Contract law.. Business Accounting and  the most interesting of all.. French..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day begun at 9a.m.. got outta bed and dragged myself to the washroom.. school was starting at 11 and I had every intent to be late.. just to make a statement.. haha.. but damn.. was meeting at friend at 10 so had to hurry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house at 9.40 and the bus came.. wow!! For once I was gonna be early man.. and indeed I was.. much to my delight.. it was my friend that was.. unfortunately.. LATE!! Hahaha.. time to take a dig at him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. reached school at 10.30.. amazingly the bus took just 20 mins.. super fast.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the school.. realised I had to take my temperature and shit.. darn irritating.. but rules are rules and yes though some may say its meant to be broken.. try risking getting thrown outta class baby... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contract law lecture was basically some administration lecture where the law tutors came in to brief us on some stuff.. went to eat the excellent Nasi Goreng.. waited 20 mins for it to be fried but hell it was worth it man.. superb and cheap.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done.. decided to bum around in school.. met Edwin and gang.. and ended up talking nonsense at Jupiter's Cafe.. haha till about 2p.m where I had to go for my Accounts lecture. Now if theres anything which was super unproductive.. it was this lecture.. cause all the law peeps.. most of which gatecrashed this lecture slot.. were just talking away.. not giving a shit about what the lecturer was talking about.. *honestly, thats quite cool aint it?* Cause the lecturer didn't even care much.. we have strength in numbers and yeah we were the only year 2's there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following this was French.. yeah.. this really made my day baby.. really like the subject now.. extremely interesting.. but I need to do a project about tourism in France now.. I'm not complaining though cause I think it totally rocks.. gonna have a good time at this tutorial.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 hours just passed quickly and soon was headed for home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time.. 7.15.. home at last.. bath.. ate and hit the computer right away.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic day today.. excellente... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105767815554461691?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105767815554461691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105767815554461691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105767815554461691' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105754759905033138</id><published>2003-07-07T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T11:13:19.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating for the past 2 days.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been really busy with stuff over the weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Sat.. I woke up at 11a.m.. haha nothing unusual about that though.. anyway after I got up.. went down for breakfast.. watched some tv and poof! I was outta the house at around 3 as I needed to reach church at 4.. after my music practise in church.. I realised I didn't bring my house key and my family was happily shopping at John Little!! So reluctantly followed my friends to Seoul Garden.. haha gorged myself there.. soo full after that but who cares.. i paid 20 bucks to fill myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Sunday and as usual went to church in the morn.. somehow.. as much as I shake away that monotonous feeling about going to church.. I can't.. not because of anything on the spiritual aspect of church but more on the physical where week in week out.. the same people pisses me off.. makes me happy and bla bla bla.. yesterday wasnt any different.. you know.. sometimes when you have nothing to say.. the best thing you can do is well.. SHUT UP.. agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. thats my weekend for ya.. its mon now and by right.. I should be in school but I guess I've been a good boy cause tutorials are normally cancelled on the first week and Mon and Wed sees me having ONLY tutorials.. which also mean.. No school on Mon and Wed for the first week!! Cool huh.... haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite alrite.. I'll stop here.. less I make u wanna kill me even more.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to have thirty minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105754759905033138?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105754759905033138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105754759905033138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105754759905033138' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105728905628090318</id><published>2003-07-04T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T11:24:16.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept only at 3a.m last night despite going to bed at 12.30a.m...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get to sleep.. kept thinking about stuff.. sighhh.. Whats worse.. I'm worrying about something which shouldn't be a problem at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway found myself awake at 7.30... only 4 1/2 hours of sleep.. obviously insufficient.. I need at least 6.. unfortunately such things are uncontrollable. I couldn't get back to sleep anymore. So I just sat up in bed and grabbed a book. Guess what? "The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole" -shakes head- Loser book.. threw it back onto my study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up and went down for breakfast.. CornFLaKEs!! Haha Honey Stars.. sooo nice.. ate and watched the morning news at the same time.. realised I've not followed what was going on in the world for so so long.. was pretty much caught up in my own world.. extremely despairing to realised that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my meal.. came online to play some games again.. but look.. I would get bored of playing the same blarRdy game everyday wouldnt I?! Hahaha.. feeling sadistic now... guess I'm being influence by this show I watched last night on Central.. "Kevin's Guide on How to be a Teenager".. Haha stupid British..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Let's make Love by Faith Hill and Tim Mcgraw.. feeling like a hopeless romantic.. the weather not helping.. sooo cool and nice.. sighhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet my good friends later.. to play pool again.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch yall later guys.. I'm going to shower now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like war; easy to begin but very hard to stop." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105728905628090318?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105728905628090318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105728905628090318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105728905628090318' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105724406932427943</id><published>2003-07-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T22:54:29.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9am to check out my new timetable.. was pretty cool.. had more free periods than I expected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even managed to attain the CDS I signed up for! Francias iz in ze house! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure who would be in my new class though and thats a cause for worry as I don't want to be in the same class as some irritating peeps. But thats beyond my control. Sadly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Seletar Base Country Club for lunch today. Tucked into the Seletar Combo Sayang which consisted of Fried Rice, Chicken Cutlet and Satay.. was real nice.. totally enjoyed it.. the Chin Chow seemed to enhance the taste.. not sure how though.. oh well.. some things are unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home to stone in front of the TV. Watched Sesame Street and relived my childhood days.. so fun.. its really cool when you think of how long Sesame Street have been on TV.. 34 season man.. beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I played some games on my computer. Suddenly something happened, as I was listening to the song "I've finally found someone" I suddenly thought of my wedding.. the only missing piece in the jigsaw is my bride.. really ironic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really be bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched some TV again at 7.. Channel 8's Holland Village.. followed by Wow Wow World on Channel 5! Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty monotonous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105724406932427943?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105724406932427943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105724406932427943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105724406932427943' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105712644054955013</id><published>2003-07-02T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T13:54:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cloudy afternoon.. stoning in front of the computer.. nothing to do.. these last few days of my holiday are torturous. So darn boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't go out as my parents are kinda frustrated at me for often going out early and coming back late.. another reason is also because they would have to give me money each time I go out.. and I'm super spendthrift... sighhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Slide by Goo Goo Dolls now.. such a lively song.. but its being played at the wrong time.. sheesh.. haha what a pity.. this song just reminds me of my time in Australia.. so relaxed and fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use looking back and thinking about what happen in the past I suppose.. its over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope school would be as fun as before.. last sem was a horrible one for me.. skipped lotsa lectures.. results suffered as a result.. well.. from the looks of it.. next sem's subjects aint interesting at all.. how fortunate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish everything is smooth going in life.. everything seems so messy now.. surprisingly I'm not bothered by it very much.. unlike the past (blabbering on about the past again)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this entire entry is crap... sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never there when you want me, but I'm always there when you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105712644054955013?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105712644054955013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105712644054955013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105712644054955013' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105702086652530485</id><published>2003-07-01T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T18:38:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry again for not being able to find the time to post yesterday.. haha was out practically the whole day again and when I came back I found my Mum using the computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I realised that I haven't lost it and I still do know how to play pool.. felt quite accomplished.. I played 4 games.. won 1.. I dun wish to say how many I lost.. haha.. but though I lost.. it was by just 1 ball k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pool.. spent the rest of the time walking around Orchard.. Heeren.. Cineleisure.. Taka.. Wisma.. Haha.. went to them all.. of course with my injured ankle I couldn't walk much as my foot would get tired easily.. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach back home at around 8.30.. talked on the phone for awhile and ate my dinner whilst watching "Friends" and "Smallville"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual.. Lana was hot.. and so was Rachel from "Friends".. its amazing how some people can be soooo pretty..          &lt;br /&gt;-ponders-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh.. have no plans for today though.. probably gonna spend my entire time on the computer and hopefully my friends would call me out for soccer in the evening.. But my ankle's injured anyway!! GrRr.. this sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my good friend is coming back from Aussieland today.. thats fantastic news.. and that would make my day.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that you cannot control aint your responsibility..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105702086652530485?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105702086652530485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105702086652530485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105702086652530485' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105687852839525146</id><published>2003-06-29T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T18:38:07.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hieee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didnt manage to post anything yesterday.. was out from about 10a.m to about 12a.m.. extremely tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day at a friends house.. something like a gathering.. followed by a bbq which was quite cool.. gotta know some new pple.. girls in particular =P But thats beside the point anyway.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just came back from church.. I really enjoyed today's session.. not sure why.. some peeps I know came back from overseas.. saw them in church today.. wish I was overseas too.. I simply dread schooling in Spore.. I have nothing against the country.. just the education system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to play pool tmrw and fri.. I'm not really into it.. have never been and the only reason why I'm going is probably because I'm impressed upon to have as much fun as I can before my sufferings commence come 7 July..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The past cannot be changed, but the future is in your power" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105687852839525146?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105687852839525146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105687852839525146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105687852839525146' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105667641276109837</id><published>2003-06-27T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T18:37:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.. Decided to write in the Morn today since i know i wun be free later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as yall would be able to notice.. ive managed to get a tagboard.. it took Xin Ling (my friend) and me pains to get this done alrite.. so yall better post stuff! Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather is fantastic.. which puts my in a pretty good mood i must say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a class bbq later at Pasir Ris.. hope it'll be fun.. first time I'm actually excited about attending a class gathering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its because there might be booze.. perhaps im a changed man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love changes everything... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105667641276109837?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105667641276109837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105667641276109837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105667641276109837' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105662975779137495</id><published>2003-06-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T18:36:11.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went crabbing today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really very fruitful though.. i didnt catch anything though my friends had many "frags".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointing since that wasnt my first time crabbing.. Oh well.. everyday aint sunday.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain didnt help much either and because of my swollen ankle i was made to sit down at the shelter to "guard" the bags =S What an insult..... but i was a liability anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for home at about 4.15 p.m all smelly and tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the primary objective wasnt accomplished.. the fellowship was good.. and i suppose thats what really counts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn is happy.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105662975779137495?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105662975779137495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105662975779137495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105662975779137495' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5510800.post-105652153833921897</id><published>2003-06-25T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T20:20:27.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to use Blogspot instead of that dreaded freeopendiary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always seem to have some prob with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. this blog seems real cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks a new beginning..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is gonna have a whole new "serious" outlook though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats what a blog shud be right? Simple and professional....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510800-105652153833921897?l=piggish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105652153833921897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510800/posts/default/105652153833921897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggish.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105652153833921897' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09036013236831018230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
