<?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-12289310</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:10:30.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fellowship Of The Pigs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-1646436398231785236</id><published>2010-02-11T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T05:07:56.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confidential</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBzOKRsUaW8/S3QBHAt1B5I/AAAAAAAADUU/VzZTH-vkfY0/s1600-h/IMG_0164edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBzOKRsUaW8/S3P8aSpLaZI/AAAAAAAADTM/eXONmKbVDiE/s400/IMG_0036edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436966703777671570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-1646436398231785236?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/1646436398231785236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=1646436398231785236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/1646436398231785236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/1646436398231785236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2010/02/confidential.html' title='confidential'/><author><name>Johnny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBzOKRsUaW8/SDU5OAIOTbI/AAAAAAAACAw/6UWsceVjMN8/S220/bulding+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBzOKRsUaW8/S3QBHAt1B5I/AAAAAAAADUU/VzZTH-vkfY0/s72-c/IMG_0164edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-115504736922416879</id><published>2006-08-08T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:49:04.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/5124/1024/DSC00025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/5124/480/DSC00025.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowz. it really has been a looong time. anyway i have to admit it's been a long time since i last check back. something like a year?. . . haha%$ ouch*%$# ouch . . dun hit me. okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/5124/1024/DSC00025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. amist the calls for updates and new pictures. Must admit that it was really nice to have found that the space seemed to have stood in time . . . where we seemed to have stood still in time. frozen in the pictures. fresh out of JC. . . same ole song reminding us to remember each other, treasure the past. about to stumble into a world of uncertainty. like stepping through a time portal. at the same time untouched by arguments, growing sense of reality, middle east war. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still had the braces and absolutely no sense of fashion and had a habit of getting drunk, something easily done since all it needed was two drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Jessie was going to Perth. . . and everytime she left, felt like a repeated process of living flesh being torn from us. she left, wounds healing as we grow accustomed to her departure. she came back. we felt whole and happy. but soon she was to leave again.&lt;br /&gt;Lindy felt to me then to be a bit distant, actually living up to her reputation as the 'ice queen'.&lt;br /&gt;but she turned out later to be actually the most matrichal figure amongst us. someone who can be counted on to look after us 'little kids'. and dun be offended Lin, coz i'm not thinking HDB block aunty 'matriarchal' but more along the line of sexy 'desperate housewife' 'matriarchal'.&lt;br /&gt;Sheena is a basket of joy, every moment with her was fun filled and full of joy. need not say more. otherwise our 'fairy pig' gonna fly off to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;And we have to thank Cindy for always trying to organize stuff and pulling us together. she might look like a little gal. but she really is quite the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not gonna talk about the guys, coz will be dam gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. thought it really would be nice if nothing changes. but fact is, things change. but whether all things need follow suit is . . . a job for the YJC debating team. maybe not. while i actually give a dam. and a big one too, like the Azwan High Dam. (ok any lamer and i'll be more lame than NEoz). i can't quite decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. happy Bday to Neoz, and have fun at . . . 'Dungeon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/5124/1024/Untitled-1%20copy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/5124/480/Untitled-1%20copy.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. changes if any. i kinda enjoy being 'soft-wrist pig' 'ruan shou zhu'.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in Newcastle, not Melbourne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-115504736922416879?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/115504736922416879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=115504736922416879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/115504736922416879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/115504736922416879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2006/08/wowz.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBzOKRsUaW8/SDU5OAIOTbI/AAAAAAAACAw/6UWsceVjMN8/S220/bulding+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-115363857066213582</id><published>2006-07-22T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:09:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time really flies huh guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;It's been almsot a year since anyone last posted on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;And believe it.&lt;br /&gt;It's been an unbelievable year for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess this applies to the rest of the gang as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope the gang will manage to catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;So that the updates can start flowing in once again.&lt;br /&gt;In fact.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda wondering if anyone still rememebrs the existence of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first though.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta do something aobut the pictures of us on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;All of us has changed so much over the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;And the photos are really not doing justice to some of us heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is out there reading this...&lt;br /&gt;Please send in a recent photograph of yourself to me...either via msn or email.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.I'm pretty sure all of you have my email ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bryan.Even though it's unlikely you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU STOP MIAing!!LOL.&lt;br /&gt;SO what's been happening on your side.&lt;br /&gt;Keep us updated k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.This is a sumamry of significant events the clan participated this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - Clubbing at Zouk&lt;br /&gt;June - Silent Hill The Movie&lt;br /&gt;July - KTV at Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;September - Andy and Sheena's Engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.that's kinda pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS!PLease meet up more.&lt;br /&gt;Seeya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-115363857066213582?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/115363857066213582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=115363857066213582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/115363857066213582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/115363857066213582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-really-flies-huh-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-113289164827097523</id><published>2005-11-25T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:44:46.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Having done a Kingsley Shacklebolt from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (male piggies who dunno who or what i'm talking about, what have u been doin?)and gotten through my work at half the time with double the efficiency (flips hair), I came to our piggie shrine and found.. well.. basically nothing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for a box of memories, once lovingly created, crafted and designed by fellow editors Lame Pig and Martial Pig; often taken in pride, browsed and perused over by the rest of the piggies for evening entertainment reading, distant bonding and much laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a box of memories that is almost forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the value of this blog that everyone has helped to set up in  one way or another, aided and assisted mostly by the afore-mentioned Lame Pig and Martial Pig. On a personal note, I have a special bias towards it because coming here allows me to reminisce the times we have had since JC. This blog charts our growth from crazy jc teens, to foreign voyages for higher education purposes TO all our major gatherings and our subsequent trajectories post-jc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, it marks our friendship of six years, with our history imprinted in the roving photos that Neo posted when readership and contributions were at their zenith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a good giggle (almost injured my chest coz i can't laugh too loudly in the office) the other day looking through the hilarious bio-datas that so signify each and every piggy (they still do btw). It's always comforting in our very different lives now to know that some things dun change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes opened wide when i saw how different all of us looked 6 years back; and marveled at how amazing it was that the most of the people who attended the first KTV session in Serangoon Gardens are what makes up our pigclan today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have come a long way and I am really glad to have all of you by my side throughout this journey. This christmas, we celebrate our sixth year of friendship. Six years of fun, high-pitched laughter (who, me?) and many rounds of late-night sessions. So here's wishing everyone to many more years of friendship, crazy shrieking, camaraderie, ktv and good food (courtesy of Bryani most of the time) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone. It has been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love and bubbly,&lt;br /&gt;Jessie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-113289164827097523?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/113289164827097523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=113289164827097523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/113289164827097523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/113289164827097523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas...'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-112091458265809161</id><published>2005-07-09T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T06:09:42.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT NOTICE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all piggies it's Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be returning to singapore on the 10th as scheduled earlier on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is due to some long pending problems that are yet to be settled. Eg: my car, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all is also because my dad wants me to stay for another 2 weeks in perth before flying back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will inform you guys my return flight once everything has been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care in the meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-112091458265809161?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/112091458265809161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=112091458265809161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/112091458265809161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/112091458265809161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/07/read-this.html' title='READ THIS'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111928822143451013</id><published>2005-06-20T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:23:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all of you are busy....Some with work.Some with school and some with being overseas and all.And some I dunno waht happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is ridiculous!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.Almost half a month and no one update.The this blog not fulfilling it's purpose man!Really not complaining or what but come on guys.Updates updates!Anything and everything that's happening with your lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly.Jokes aside.Really hope to see the rest of you write something on this blog.Kinda missing the good old days when everyone could just gather together and sit down have coffee and chit chat.Met up with Andy and Sheena the other day for KTV and discovered just how much I missed the good old days of pig clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.We're all grown ups now and have our own responsibilites and all.But I really hope....pigclan peopl wouldn't just lose contact or split up just like that.Now i know this wouldn't happen.Since I guess some of you maybe keeping contact with each other separately.However kinda hope everyone can share with everyone in what happens in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.We're all pals right?Not trying to be cliche or waht.But.Togther thru thick and thin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK.Tink I "loso"ed enough.Here's a photo to remind us of the good old wodnerful days.Hope to hear from you soon guys.Chow a mano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/paraneox/Pigclan/Resizeof101_0158.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111928822143451013?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111928822143451013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111928822143451013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111928822143451013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111928822143451013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-hey-hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111720231860855777</id><published>2005-05-27T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T10:29:30.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh......Regardless of how good Jessie's writing skills are.&lt;br /&gt;This may still seem some like some kind of a joke that Jessie and Sheena cooked up right?&lt;br /&gt;But this time.They are not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Neither am I.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Even though this may not be the biggest news in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me have my few seconds for this entry ok?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/paraneox/Us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Take care guys.&lt;br /&gt;And hope to meet up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame Pig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111720231860855777?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111720231860855777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111720231860855777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111720231860855777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111720231860855777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/05/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111712919688906671</id><published>2005-05-26T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T10:39:56.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates on pigclan- e editor</title><content type='html'>12.02 am: we are waiting... for an absolution that should come within half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.15am: Sheen n i are still online chatting and waiting for the ultimatum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.37am: *DRUMROLLS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fellow piggies,&lt;br /&gt;the top pig is proud to announce that at this very minute, one of us has crossed over from singlehood to coupledom, and has transformed from 'The One' to 'The Two of Us'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats lame pig. i m proud of u.. and guys u noe what was the best part? Sheen n i witnessed the process *with much bated breath throughout those clock ticks of course*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of us noe how he has been into her since the first day they met. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u have come a long way buddy. but the wait has been worth it hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guess i beat u to announcing ur news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say..the blood of a journalist courses through my veins. *satisfied smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guys this relationship is in its infantry stages. here's wishing neo all the best for the future! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i wana c her after my return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS,&lt;br /&gt;kao tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: yes piggies pls bug neo for more details.. it's really interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111712919688906671?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111712919688906671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111712919688906671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111712919688906671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111712919688906671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/05/updates-on-pigclan-e-editor.html' title='updates on pigclan- e editor'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111575324292615874</id><published>2005-05-11T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T03:54:24.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcards from Perth- jessie's excerpt from the past week</title><content type='html'>~Three A.M and the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Here i am at the studios once again.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are closing as i toil&lt;br /&gt;against the wretched time.&lt;br /&gt;is this meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;a glimpse of my life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days of sleep deprivation and 6 nites of panda eyes. (ask neoz). it's so paradoxical how moments like this allow you to think up innane lyrics. Think the song is going to reverberate around my mind till i click "PRINT" on this bloody com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tt's worrying coz i have this sneaking suspicion that the little voice in my head will be singing this song even long after the cock crows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calculates with poor mental function* Add today's sunrise to the 7 days mentioned above and u have 8 days of zero cell renewal process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada. zilch. kosong.. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor epidermis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok. a disappearance from the face of this earth for another few hours and i will be homefree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turns back to the little singing voice in her head n taps monotonously on e keyboard*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111575324292615874?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111549128342712195</id><published>2005-05-07T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:41:23.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You win some.You lose some.</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while since I psoted anything on the site huh.So how's everyone so far huh?All doing well I hope.Anyway.It's really ncie to see that msot of you are really being very spontaneous and posting entry afterentry on this lil website which startedoff as nothing but a silly brainwave of mine.This shows that you guys really give me face even though this website isn't really that impressive though of course,I'll work harder to improve it as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the former.I thank you guys sincerely from the bottom of my heart.As there is no greater joy than seeing my own piece of work so lively and comfortable accepted by all of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.Back to the entry however.Now you msut be wondering.Why this topic?Well.Firstly,even though this isn't the first time I'm posting on this blog since it was started,this is however the first time that I'm gonna post something more personal rather than informative or administrative.Therefore without further ado.Let's go in to the blog proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see.Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win situation -&lt;br /&gt;I was quite happy when I received my results early Friday morning.Or rather,when I received my results via SMS courtesy of CK.Who has really been a great help to me.If not for his assistance and partnership in the various projects,I dun think I would have ever gotten the results I got for this Sem.NOW.I really dun care if people call me a boast or what.This is my blog so I have every right to type or post anything I want.(As long as it doens't contain any defamatory remarks of some rich international company or organisation.Hee)Anyway.As I was saying,my results for this Sem was much betetr than last Sem's.Since my grades were all B+ and above.In short.I got 3 Distinctions,4 A's and 1 B+ which is reasonably good,but normal for my class' standards.Considering that everyone in my class are really hardworking and studious freaks(no offence guys if you read this).IN all though,I'm pretty satisfied with my result.Since it allowed me to be treated like a prince this week by my Mum who was overjoyed and said it was the ebsst Mother's day gift ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose situation -&lt;br /&gt;Much to my disappointment.I discovered that my new eh hem...'target' was already attached.This happened while I was working overtime packing up the stuff lying around to prepare to return to the office.Now.While I was packing.I happened to overhear the conversation between her and her fellow attachment mate.Apparently they were talking about their boyfriends.Upon hearing the taboo word,my heart promptly sank but yet,nothing could be worse than the very enxt moment as she took out the ultimate proof of her unavailabilty.A LOVEGETTY o her and her BF!Seeing that.I really suddenly felt damn sian.Though.I wasn't really all that surprised since this wasn't exactly the first time that a similar thing has happened.I think somehow there's this curse on me or something.Well.I guess I have to try harder once again.Haha.However,this is my no means an indication that I am SDU(Single,Desperate and Ugly.)Maybe single and ugly....BUT DEFINITELY NOT DESPERATE.And all my close friends reading this can vouch for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT GUYS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.Due to time constraints and the constant dissipation of the energy(if any left at all)from my body which is making me feel really damn tired.I guess I ahve to call it a night and throw in the towel.Therefore,I shall end my entry here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne.Fellow piggies.&lt;br /&gt;Lame Pig - Neo Itachi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111549128342712195?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111549128342712195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111549128342712195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111549128342712195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111549128342712195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-win-someyou-lose-some.html' title='You win some.You lose some.'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111530820054711528</id><published>2005-05-06T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T08:50:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Agony.</title><content type='html'>Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post ya? Actually, its the first post for my first  blogging xperience, and a really bad time for...a writer's block. ya. I don't know what to write. Perhaps my thoughts flash so quickly I am unable to catch them fast enough to pen them down in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I just try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Death. Disrespect. Ego. Selfishness AND Selflessness. Hope. Hopelessness. Warmth. Comfort. Untimely. Timely. Karma. Retribution. Regret. Hate. Accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such are the sentiments that flood my mind right now. This is a result of a suddenly worsened condition of a friend's father. A respectable man. An impudent, obnoxious daughter. A silent and strong wife. A filial but confused sister. Well somehow I will get it all sorted out. Perhaps not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which... I have an exam tomorrow. In case you guys haven't heard, I'm taking up Insurance. I'm clearing the 5 papers one by one, of which tomorrow will be the 2nd. Since so many have asked why, I should explain myself. My interest is not the trade itself, but investment priveledges in unit trusts through buying my own investment-linked policies. Low overhead investment. Discounts for being an agent. Sounds good. Besides, my brother is about to rise to a Unit Manager pretty soon, and one of the requirements is to recruit 2 new agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity knocks on e door, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm also supporting my dad in adding a service to his business. Photo transfers. I'm kind of his mentor and equipment technician, in a sense. Initially it was intended for me to run a separate operation under his company name, but both of us figured that I didnt have enough time for that. And thus, I'm in charge of technical support, improving the process if I can, as well as marketing the service. I guess I gotta leave all that till I'm back from Taiwan in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I'm going Taiwan again. From the 10th till the 31st of May. This time, I'm going there to help clean up the accounts in my shops as well as withdraw from one of them (the beef noodles shop). To make full use of my time, I will also be taking an international license there (It costs only bloody 250 sgd!) and i've also been taking Plastic Model orders from people here so that I can do a non-stockist import direct from Japan. Too bad not enough time to make a trip to Japan myself.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  yup. Pardon me for the continued absence...for I am SEVERELY multitasking... which seems more of a good thing than bad thing for now. People always ask me how I cope with all dis stuff bearing down upon me, and I always tell them the same thing... It's simple. There's a goal I want to achieve. And by the magnitude of my goal, I have to work towards it every single day of my life. Work or play, I have to make a step closer to where I foresee myself to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...sorry for my rambling. Some people find my mentality hard to swallow. So... just let me apologise if i've offended anyone ya?&gt; I gotta return to my studying... haha... Capital Markets Financial Advisory Services... Whole textbook of crap I gotta digest.. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz piggies....&lt;br /&gt;Tycoon Pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111530820054711528?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111530820054711528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111530820054711528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111530820054711528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111530820054711528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/05/agony.html' title='The Agony.'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111513452991255361</id><published>2005-05-03T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T08:35:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horrifying Trip to the Dentist</title><content type='html'>Harow piggies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a dental surgery today to extract two of my wisdom teeth, and boy was it a painful experience. Let me relate in details what I just went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9am&lt;br /&gt;Location: National Dental Centre level 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the surgery, I actually went for a tooth filling. It was basically a painless and blood free process. Some drilling and scraping (to get ride of the bacterial that had made my tooth their home) and application of a composite resin (to fill up the hole) and it was bye bye cavity! After that I proceeded to level 3 for my surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly it was rather crowded when I reached the place. I was flabbergasted that so many people in Singapore actually had dental problem. After a while I realized that many were just there to accompany their family members, probably giving moral support and calming them down before the surgery. Fortunately my dad took a half-day leave and I was able to have someone to talk to before the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while the nurse at the counter called out my name and I bade farewell to papa. I was led into a changing room where I was instructed to put on a white cotton cap over my head (must make sure none of my hair was left in the dust-free operating room), a blue patient’s suit (kind of like an apron secured with strings at the back) and shoe protectors (blue plastics that can be worn over the shoes so that soil on my soles will not come in contact with the sparkling white marble floor). As I was putting on the suit, fear overcame me as I realized the gravity of the situation. This was not going to be a normal teeth extraction (a couple of years ago I had four healthy teeth extracted to make way for braces). My heart missed a few beat. I lifted my head to look at the reflection in the mirror and my senses came back. I looked like a moronic clown man! Haha sorry no photos to illustrate but u can imagine how absurd I looked in the outfit I just described above. As I was waiting for my turn in the waiting area, another guy came in. He was wearing t-shirt and shorts so when he wears the suit over his actual outfit you can only see his legs below the suit and it was a wonderfully funny sight! So I amused myself for a while before the doctor came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My palms were sweaty but I forced myself to look calm (si3 dou1 yao4 mian4 zi3). The doctor assessed my condition and briefed me on the procedures. After making sure that I was clear on the steps, I was ushered into the operation room. There was a dental chair, completed with dental unit and operational light in the center of the room. Besides it stood a tray filled with all sorts of gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor wasted no time the moment I was properly adjusted on the chair. He took out this huge syringe and told me to open my mouth. Whatever that happened next was memorable. I could feel a stinging sensation as the needle was inserted into my gum and the anesthetic being pumped from the plunger. This was done for both sides of the lower gum. As my upper gum was thinner, it was more painful when the doctor anesthetized it. At one point the anesthetic ran out and the doctor had to re-inject on the same spot. I felt a burning pain as the doctor injected more anesthetic into the now raw and swollen gum. All the while I was digging my nails into my hand to keep myself from screaming.  The pain must have shown on my face because after that the doctor apologized to me. Now I’m not condemning the professionalism of the doctor but my previous extractions were clearly less painful than this one. Unfortunately, the worst is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor left me for a moment while the anesthetic worked their wonders. I could feel numbness near my lower lips and tongue. Soon the entire lower right side of my face was numb. The nurses came in and told me they would now “prepare” me for the surgery -_- They cleaned my faces with some solutions and covered my body with a large green blanket. Then my entire face, apart from my mouth, was covered up with a smaller but similar material. Under the green cloth I could see the operational light shining through. (was I in heaven?) I awaited my doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor evil returned with a sinister smile across his face. I could not see what happened but he told me to open my mouth, inserted something and asked “Any pain?” He was actually making a small incision around my gum to make sure that I was completely numb. I did not know this until the end of the surgery where I asked the nurse what happened just now. After that he lengthen the incision until the gum tissue can be pulled away from the wisdom tooth. Some instrument was then used to drill the surrounding bones in the way. I could feel a pressure on my tooth and hear the drilling noise from his equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a totally nerve-wrecking experience. On one hand you know your gum is being sliced apart and something is being drilled into it. On the other hand you don’t feel the pain. I felt tiny drops of water fleck across my lips and saw that the cloth covering my eyes was stained red. Oh my god. I could not stand it. So I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself in some telly-tubby land. But I could not shut out the noise of drilling. It was unbearable. At that point, I pictured myself in ten years time at the gynecologist about to give birth to my first child and wondered how it would feel like. Then I thought “Wah my ma gave birth to three of us, some more the traditional way leh… Aiyo how did she tahan that!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My musing was again disturbed. The drilling had stopped. Doctor Evil had clam my tooth and was rocking it back and forth. But my stubborn little tooth was not about to give in without a fight. Doc heaved and pulled, rocked, shook, jerked, yanked, tugged, wrenched but the little tooth would not budge. In the end he drilled my little tooth into two and took them out piece by piece. Then he stitched back the gum tissue. Fortunately the other tooth was very cooperative and was out in no time! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have three pieces of my teeth soaked in bleach in the bathroom. A pity I don’t have a camera or I would have snapped a picture of them (in blood, bits of flesh and all) for your amusement. Hahaha… Okay gotta rest my gums now, till the next time piggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pain,&lt;br /&gt;Martial pig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111513452991255361?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111513452991255361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111513452991255361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111513452991255361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111513452991255361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/05/horrifying-trip-to-dentist.html' title='A Horrifying Trip to the Dentist'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111512671050391211</id><published>2005-05-03T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T06:25:10.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>Freedom! FREEDOM! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREEDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeeah baaaaaaaaaby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my exams are finally over! I wanna thank everyone in Pig Clan who's been nice and supportive over this period and cheered me on, especially Kokes, YH, and most specially Jessie because she went to church all the way in Perth and prayed for me. May all our prayers come true! (And I want my fucking jeans, goddammit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guys are the first to know; I haven't even posted on my own blog yet. *winks* And talking about that, Jessie! Yoo-hoo! Martial Pig thinks I can get famous through my blogging. Sadly speaking, no one seems to be banging down my doors for interviews, endorsements, and writing deals; they all want only Xiaxue. Alamak. Do you think that when you come back to SG and work in CNA or SPH you can, er, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arrange&lt;/span&gt; for me to be interviewed or something? I promise if I get rich and famous everyone in Pig Clan will get perks like meal, movie, bowling and KTV treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow I'm having dinner with my friends from church. Among them is this really cute guy, mwahahahahaha. And I think my uniform fetish is getting out of hand. He's a police officer (regular) and I bugged him to wear his uniform out. Then he told me it's illegal to and I bugged him to wear his boots out. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it's getting really bad. But guess what? The guy is going to wear his boots out specially for me! YAY!!! I will take lots of pictures tomorrow and show you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111512671050391211?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111512671050391211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111512671050391211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111512671050391211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111512671050391211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111503618220505942</id><published>2005-05-02T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T06:10:28.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah lao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've discovered myself becoming more and more like an Ah Pek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaging in more and more 'Uncle' activities with some of a certain clique of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Like going to the neighbourhood DVD automated machine to rent 'DeeWeeDee's and watch at someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Or driving around searching for any well-known food stalls in obscure parts of Singapore to have dinner for the evening.(e.g.Geylang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Sitting "Kiaoka"ed on a bench in Katong Shopping along with a few onlooking Ah Peks while reading through the Classified Ads section of The Straits Times looking for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Tracelling all thwe way down to Marine Parade to play POOL and STARCRAFT.Lol.(Ok.Maybe this sounds more Ah Beng instead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the last straw came today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acutally found myself standing at one seemingly Super "Ooloo" taxi stand at 11am in the morning at East Coast Park........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELLING CANNED DRINKS FROM A STYROFOAM BOX AT 3 FOR $2.&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.WHAT THE HELL MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 for 80 cents somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think it's time for a reality check and some soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'm really gonna become an Ah Pek soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111503618220505942?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111503618220505942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111503618220505942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111503618220505942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111503618220505942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/05/wah-lao-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111494040146027267</id><published>2005-05-01T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T02:40:01.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from martial</title><content type='html'>Hi piggies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first ever blog entry. Frankly speaking, I don’t have the habit of putting my everyday thoughts into writing. Nevertheless, I have taken this first step for the sake of this pigclan publication. Now pardon me for my bad English, I’m not a professional blogger like &lt;a href="http://www.merenwen13.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fairy pig&lt;/a&gt;, or regular blogger like &lt;a href="http://www.paraneox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lame pig&lt;/a&gt;. Neither am I a mass comm. student like &lt;a href="http://www.couverture.blogspot.com/"&gt;Top pig&lt;/a&gt;. I don’t have the “flair” for writing, but here goes my day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Location: home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;Activity: reading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spent the last couple of days reading a book given to me by Tycoon pig (thanks tycoon pig!) as a Christmas gift. I have been putting off reading the book since last year due to overwhelming homework (and partly due to laziness). The title of the book is &lt;a href="http://www.readinggroupguides.com/guides3/fifth_mountain1.asp"&gt;The Fifth Mountain &lt;/a&gt;by Paulo Coelho. Reading the preview at the back of the book, I assume that it was the usual English novel set in the war torn world. The note from the author looks okay and the prologue sounds fine. So I started reading the story. The first paragraph was a dialogue between two men and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I have served a Lord who now abandons me into the hands of my enemies,” said Elijah.&lt;br /&gt;“God is God,” the Levite replied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh… it’s a book on …. God. Maybe Tycoon pig doesn’t know, but I’m not a Christian. So why did he gave me a book on Christianity? I find it amusing but I continued reading the book anyway. And guess what, by the end of the day I was really inspired! Kudos to the author and translator! And big thanks to Tycoon pig for recommending the book. It has renewed my faith in god and I’m really glad to say that I have a deeper understanding of my religion after reading the book, even though it is in a different context. On top of that I’m spurred on to write this entry expressing my hope and inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally I read an article on the papers today on the on-going dispute in the Middle East. A group of professors from Israel and Pakistan have gathered in NUS for a dialogue session, and they have expressed hope that peace in the Middle East is finally on the horizon. This was the exact same issue that the book was trying to convey.&lt;br /&gt;*spring goose pimples*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, today is May Day so Happy Holidays to all piggies!! To those piggies already in the work force, enjoy your day off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long!&lt;br /&gt;Martial Pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Top pig, your previous entry was hilarious! I can’t believe you actually wrote an essay worth of stuff on something that you aren’t. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111494040146027267?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111494040146027267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111494040146027267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111494040146027267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111494040146027267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/05/greetings-from-martial.html' title='Greetings from martial'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111487491839385397</id><published>2005-04-30T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T08:28:38.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate My Photo! (But I Give You Alternatives)</title><content type='html'>Oh well, my first time posting here (though I'm only supposed to post after exams, I couldn't resist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'd like to thank YH and Neo for their flawless work and exquisite tweaking of HTML to create this beautiful blog for us! Thank you dearies! *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS MY DISPLAY PICTURE SO FUCKING UGLY?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK LIKE FUCKING PIG SHIT THERE CAN?!!! PIG SHIT from PIG CLAN. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabeh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it. When I first came to this blog, the first thing that greeted me (very unpleasantly) was this ugly, unflattering, pimply picture of me. It was like a huge smack in my face. I saw my face, revealed in all its inglory, staring back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I don't look that bad in real life, so I demand a change of photo! Now! As soon as possible! Immediately! Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of me being petulant. I shall revert to being mature (somewhat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, when I saw myself in that photo, I was extremely taken aback, and incredibly horrified. It was a nasty shock to me. It was the first thing I saw, and trust me, it doesn't exactly do any wonders for my already badly-beaten ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next thing I saw was Andy's picture, and I thought to myself again: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabeh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the pictures of Andy we have, Neo had to pick the one in which he had his ugly orangey-brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok because I'm not so concerned about how Andy looks, it's how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIN BEH&lt;/span&gt; looks. So yes, I think I have proved my point adequately. A change of photo for me is in order. And I have been kind enough to go to the trouble of providing some suitable ones. Neo, you can use this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/thundersquall/me.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! Look at that! Have you guys ever seen anyone that beautiful? No right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/thundersquall/me2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one looks great too, if only because I cropped the photo carefully enough to ensure my enviable cleavage can still be seen. Now Bryan, Kevin, Johnathan and Neo, you guys can stop drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/thundersquall/me3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this one! See how jolly and happy I look here? The most beautiful women are the ones who are confident and happy. I fit the bill perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best photo has got to be this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/thundersquall/mejerry.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks a little weird. I don't know why, but when it was developed, there was this weird line cutting me and Jerry apart. Jerry is furious of course, he's intending to sue Kodak for their lousy work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the reason why he looks so sad and pensive there while I look so happy is because he'd just found out that I'd maxed out all the 17 supplementary cards he'd given me. I still forced him to take the photo with me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL~ Till the next time, piglet darlings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111487491839385397?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111487491839385397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111487491839385397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111487491839385397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111487491839385397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-my-photo-but-i-give-you.html' title='I Hate My Photo! (But I Give You Alternatives)'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111463049960959082</id><published>2005-04-27T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T12:35:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are....well.....simply summarised in the song I just uploaded to the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go girl.Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111463049960959082?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111463049960959082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111463049960959082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111463049960959082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111463049960959082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/04/hey-jess.html' title=''/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111462973180157743</id><published>2005-04-27T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T07:18:28.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcards from Perth- a confession</title><content type='html'>Due to the overwhelming activity (the lack of it that is..) on this blog, yours truly has been constantly bombarded with requests from our dear la-mer pig to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie never disappoints. *nods head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before i launch into anything else.. I have to tell u all something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i didn really come online becoz neo asked me to.. it's becoz of something that has been bothering me for the past week; coz something dramatic has taken place in my life and i never told any of u piggies about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls dun judge me upon my confession... i am kinda pleading with you all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's partly due to the fact that i have too many guys after me. They bug me and disturb me and i am reallly getting tired of the fact that people always ask me if i am a lesbian due to my non-reciprocations.( as funny as it sounds, i m serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to toss their inanities back at those jerks' scrawny asses, i have done the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am with someone now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that someone is actually  a "she".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheen cover ur mouth i can see it hanging. Yh and Lin pls dun stare at the screen like that.. and cin i noe u will understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys please dun judge me based on this.  i am still ur top pig. used to be and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no i wun get turned on when i see the rest of u. i have to make it clear coz i dun wan all of u to leave me because of my sexual trajectory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got together with the girl i m with now since last tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i m not exactly blaming the guys who are after me for what i have chosen. it was a choice that i made becoz for the first time in my life, i felt this chemistry with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didn mean to shock all of u all like this. i am so sorry. but i couldn find another avenue to tell u all about it.. in such a way that can allow u all some privacy to react..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i knew from the start u all wouldn react well to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think its always better to write out what u really want to say instead of having to verbalise it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus,  i dun think i can accept your initial reactions upon hearing it straight from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz it would really hurt ... and i would rather not have to see nor hear the reactions till i m back from Perth and most of you can (i really hope) come to terms with it. then i can pretend u all never disapproved of it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i noe i am deceiving myself. but i rather do this than end up wallowing in hurt that my friends refuse to be happy for my choice in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEED support for this guys. It's my decision but i still need to know u guys are behind me all the way.. it was actually one of the most difficult decisions i had to make in my life. To like someone in a way tt is totally unorthodox and socially unconforming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i will be fine here in Aus coz they are very liberal. but things will be very different when i return to SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo remember the words u told me once on MSN? u said "love can really blind people".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i have been blinded by it. Coz though i noe it's wrong, my visual impairment forbids me to see beyond the person tt i like. and i actually only and finally understood the meaning of "when u like someone, all logic goes out of the window" last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo and cin i know i have seen u both on MSN more than three times from last week. i m really sorry. i couldn't tell you all. If one of you felt i was acting weird (which would be u neo, since i asked u tons of weird questions about love and liking.. i really wanted to tell u but i couldn't), its becoz on so many occasions, i can't seem to press "enter" immediately after i have typed my words out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very difficult.. for the first few days. i would stare into the screen after writing what i have to say.. and always.. at the very last second before pressing "enter", i would ask mself "can i salvage this? do they really need to know?" and i tell myself you all can wait.. maybe i will break up with her in a few days and pretend nothing happened. and u all can continue on being yourselves without viewing me in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i realised after yesterday night that i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something that i can't block out. I can break up with the girl for the next few days.. but who am i to know that there wun be a next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep things from you all for long.  It actually suffocates me from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" u might wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Jess? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I didn expect it either. And i wun call this love. becoz u can't love someone without knowing the person inside out. but there was this weird feeling that i got when i talked to her. It came from my stomach and i just felt this unfathomable fluttering from my chest area when she leaned closer to get our drinks. And she is very pretty.. the type of pretty and hot, but with that boyish demeanour about her that some can interpret as gutsy and really alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me after that night that she felt that same way when we were looking at each other at that very precise moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wun say anymore coz i know some of u are grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing about it is that both of us are about as girly looking as u can get. We both have long hair, big eyes and guys going after us. So i cannot comprehend it either why we felt this strange attraction for each other that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dun assume the passive or active roles that u used to noe in secondary school. as far as i m concerned, both of us are just genderless (probably bordering more on the girlish side) when we are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dress the way we always did.. there is no difference. only that now i think a part of my life has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents noe nothing about it and i can't possibly tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life, i feel a little lost. and i noe its no use asking for directions coz no one i know well enough has been down this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  believe that some of u are feeling really shocked and distressed now. But i am not going to change.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird.. i thought i would feel like shit after confessing to you guys. but i actually feel better now that its out in the open.. i think its more of my instinct telling me to leave it up to you to decide whether you still want me for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't break up with her becoz its a feeling i cant shake off. and if i were to break up with her becoz u all cant accept it, it basically shows that my sexuality matters to you and you would never look at me in the same way again. so if it boils down to that, it would be pointless for me to do anything at this juncture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really treasure each and everyone of u. Who noes? maybe it's just a phase i am going through. Maybe i will break up with her a few days later. But then again maybe i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just taking one step at a time now.. i dunno what is planned for the both of us, but i will just enjoy everything that i can now and not think about returning to sg to face the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys, pls dun breathe a word about this to my parents. I wun be able to take their disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i feel like a screwed-up wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry guys, but i wan to know if the people i really cherish will still be there for me regardless. To let u all know i am not keeping her from you, i am going to post a photo of her. we took it that night at the club. perhaps after u see her, u all might just understand why the two of us got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what i am doing... i think i am grasping at the straws to make u all feel what i feel. though i noe its fruitless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls dun judge us before u see us together. i will put the photo in. Please piggies, everyone, i m pleading with u.. just try to look at her in a positive light k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/jessiekcc/photoofher.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;wait wait.. told u all u have to see her in a positive light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is quite pretty what! look at that profile!!!!!!!!! wooow check out the nose!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls off chair screeching with laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. that was a classic.. i know i m stuck all the way in Perth, but i can imagine u guys back there with those looks of horror on ur faces upon learning my new gender indications!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*regains composure.. a little*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys.. you all gotta have more faith in me than that! i wun ever turn my sexual tendencies into something i myself can't stomach lahz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it my writing that absolutely blew you all away? tt u all thought i was for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well  i pretended i was a bi-sexual coming clean.. so i just wrote what i thought she would feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ouch!* dun hit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tumbles off table to avoid brains being fried by mental telepathy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a serious note though, when i pretended i was a bi-sexual coming clean with her people.. i really imagined myself in that scenario b4 writing each sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you could call it play-wright.. or rather.. play-write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be good in drama coz i can immerse myselves in roles! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well neoz, u kept bugging me to post! what was i supposed to write when nothing out of the ordinary has happened in my life here? and as for the rest of u.. tch tch tch.. u can't blame me.. u didn contribute to the blog and so i had to end up writing that ridiculous entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS STILL GOOD FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sheen, sucks to u for having yh and i fooled into half-believing u actually broke up with andy for a stack of credit cards and prime-ribs at Lawry's! GOTCHA! nalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calms down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. ok.... laughter and idiocy aside, this entry was actually inspired by one of my radio presenters who came up with a Live interview for our radio the other day. She had invited into the studio a gay guy who spoke about his coming to terms with his own sexuality, the subsequent confession of his gender preferences to the people around him and his experiences on being villified for his life choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did feel sad for the guy when i heard the interview. Some of this guy's friends left him and though most of his relatives know, he has yet to tell his parents. Not difficult to understand, since he is an australian born chinese; majority of the asian population here still harbour conservative views.. especially the older generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i can't imagine having to live with such a deep dark secret without telling my parents. it will throw my whole world off balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol u guys have nothing to worry about though, coz tts something that will never happen to your beloved top pig! hahahaha! go ahead and kill me if u wan. u will have to get through customs with a knife in ur backpack even after u manage to buy an air-ticket! *wheezes with laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some people out there who are not pigs have been readin this, i have to stress tt i am so 100% perfectly straight a ruler couldn compare. LOL. y on earth would i wana be with a girl when there are tons of goodlooking men out there to perve on? heehee! besides, its no fun getting it on with a girl. U might as well just look into the mirror right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i must say that what i mentioned is just a very superficial aspect of gay relationships. Often, these people have had tendencies towards members of their own gender instead of the opposite sex since birth. either that, or they crave for the kind of differences between women and men that cannot be given to them by a female. Inborn or instilled? I think its more innate than anythin else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lighten up the mood a little, i am gonna post a few photos that were taken at Raffles Ball 2005. It was held in the Hilton and i enjoyed most of it! though i was really tired by the end of the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left- Jack the editor for Facets, a Singapore Link Newsletter, me, Melvin the Marketing Manager for TSL( this guy's got funny bones in every part of his body) and Ryan, the President of Singapore Link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/jessiekcc/P1010453.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Jack are my housemates btw. and all three of them are really cool ppl.. tt's y u see me unabashedly being the only girl in the pic. heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise i am forever linked to people from TSL no matter how far i run. Lol. but its good coz i get perks.. such as gaining VIP entrance for myself and my friends into TSL clubbing events while other poor commonfolk have to join long queues and hum-dum till its their turn to get into the venue. *grinz unapologetically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for some pheromones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/jessiekcc/rafflesball2005thegirls.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the girls! three lovely ladies, debbsters, tin and angel. My closest girl pals and shopping buddies here in Perth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can we leave out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/jessiekcc/P1010449.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grand piano!&lt;br /&gt;Debsters and i look like we are performing onstage. she, the singer and me as her pianist heeehee! the piano is from Steinway and Sons. tts y i sooo had to get a picture w me playing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my own piano back home but there is something about grand pianos that makes u wana fall in love with them.. probably becoz they are linked to images of old school classic romances and magnificent evenings in Ballrooms.. like Raffles Ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.. its time for bed. i have to continue on with my radio production tomorrow. will post photos from Mambo Red the next time i come online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing everyone back in sg...&lt;br /&gt;hugz,&lt;br /&gt;jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111462973180157743?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111462973180157743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111462973180157743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111462973180157743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111462973180157743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/04/postcards-from-perth-confession.html' title='Postcards from Perth- a confession'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111432945051580234</id><published>2005-04-24T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T01:01:02.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm......why isn't anybody posting on the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well.Since nobody wants to post.Let the EGOMANIAC do so then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muahahaha.Check it out......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New Hairstyle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/paraneox/Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys.I'm like bored to death right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates!Updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111432945051580234?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111432945051580234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111432945051580234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111432945051580234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111432945051580234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111409495969491260</id><published>2005-04-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T08:49:22.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Guyzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/5124/640/PICT0002a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/5124/320/PICT0002a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我是真的真的想你，真的真的想你，好想为你淋一场雨。。。”&lt;br /&gt;. . . wait. . . its been rainy, cold and miserable lately, don't quite fancy getting drenched. . . think i'll retract the 淋雨 part. nevertheless. . . 真的好想大家！！！。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, Neoz really impressed me this time for coming up with this lovely blog. plus he managed to put a song, ekkk...the command codes simply baffles me, i ended up stealing a song from someone else's site for my own blog. . . haha. But when the song started with the solo, i actually thought it was neo singing. But i realised my silly mistake soon enough, coz there was no way tension could ever have matched up to Neo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm alive and well, amist the hostilities of this little surf town. Am gradually growing deaf to the racist remarks, and after that, well. . .life ain't too badddddd. hmmm though i just discovered they have something against people who cycle to clubbing sessions as well... arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's a half an hour cycle away, and well, been ok apart from the occasional car crashes. . . probably inevitable from the ladies inability to keep their eyes off my bum and on the road. (coincidently it's always female drivers...arrgghh). got this bigg biggg bruise on my butt, probably gonna have to tell my parents it's a birthmark they forgot i had :P. hmmm. . . and got a Dis too for my first essay, but cheacher say i god lousi engrish. what taken aback when she said something bout what sentence didnt make sense coz something bout "form" and "subject". . . arghhhh. Soh yu pimples godta foregive me for mai lousy engrish hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jazz, tuned in for your programme . . . and you were of course FANTASTIC!!!. sounded really smooth and pro. thought i will keep my views on the POpe to myself, proabably for another day at the moment... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sheen darling . . . miss yer sooooo very much. Big Hugz , muack*z!!! hmmmm . . . yar i told Neoz too he wasn't doing justice to my face with that pic :P . . . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERZ TO aLL&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan Choong&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111409495969491260?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111409495969491260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111409495969491260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111409495969491260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111409495969491260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/04/hi-guyzzzzz.html' title='Hi Guyzzzzz'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111402595847194604</id><published>2005-04-20T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:39:18.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Pig's Postcards from Perth (1st stamp)</title><content type='html'>Hey piglets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ta let u guys noe tt i received my presenter grades via email today and i got credits and distinctions. e executive producer seemed impressed with my on air persona and told me it was one: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bright and lively presentation style – a smile in your voice and you sounded happy to be there.  You showed a good sense of information the audience needed.  Very good ownership of material – selling it to us the way you did whetted our appetite.  Good forward promotion for what coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good desk work, especially for your first time.  You weren’t scared to talk over fading tracks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the Mandarin track – especially with the extra effort put in to add vox pops from local fans – this worked so well.  Enjoyed the track too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE LIKED YUAN YOU HUI!!!!!!!! *Grinz Sheen!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i never thought it possible, but she actually acknowledged the fact that it took guts and initiative to score the interview with Evermore as she awarded me a Distinction for my interview with great comments on my technical process and feature structure (thank goodness! it wasn funny having to run back and forth covering the Pope story as well as interviewing Evermore!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Onward and Upward!" Gail Philips, Exec. Producer, South Street Radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the sharing of my post production euphoria has come to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its on to the more important issue i had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MY DEAR PIGGIES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Martial Pig: &lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweetie for being the official pigclan broadcaster of my program even b4 my program went on air. =) I didn expect anyone to know so it was very sweet to find out tt e piggies were informed of it and clamoured to show their support in different ways. Muack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for being there with me through e... errmmmmm.. most awkward moments.. u r a doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lame Pig:&lt;br /&gt;Hugz for calling me the night b4 broadcast to wish e luck, sooth my annoyance over certain matters and to tell me you would be listening online for it. Plus, a bigger hug for recording it so e piggies who had difficulty tuning in Live could have access to a "repeat telecast" LOL. cheers as well for msging me immediately after e program w ur sweet sentiments. That enabled me to know you were with me throughout my broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thought u should noe that Lame (pronounced as La-mae), is also a type of quality clothing material- once used on dresses for the French Aristocrats on gala events like their Debutante Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fairy Pig:&lt;br /&gt;Honey u were absolutely beautiful for making sure you heard every bit of my program live from beginning to the end. And it was marvellous to receive an sms from you as well (knowing we are struggling students when it comes to phone bills and "Live" support &lt;excuse the pun &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to walk out of the studio into the evening sun while getting congrats from practically everyone i saw along the way, and having my phone beep with saccharine msges from u both all e way back in sg. huuuuggggggzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will definitely get through this sem so chill babe, dun stress. just keep going at it! and work ur arse off while u are chuffing full steam ahead =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dead pig:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sugar. =) You really showed it matters by turning up (even though u were supposed to be buried six feet under) to e piggy repeat telecast of the program. I was really touched to hear from our expensive clothed pig that you all had gathered in cozy McCafe for a meet up specially to listen to e recording. It doesn matter that Martial Pig's laptop died halfway.. i understand that having lived up in the mountains for so long to practise her "chi", it must not have been easy for our technologically savvy comrade to locate a power outlet for gadget recharging purposes. and thanks for calling me today. it was a very surreal moment speaking with you over the phone *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Zhu Ba Jie (we need an ang moh piggy name for you soon dun we?):&lt;br /&gt;Ditto to you for appearing at McCafe! and i must say it was awesome to receive tt email u actuallly took time off to write. Now just make sure you take care of our chang-er now and dun try getting to her when the bridge has yet to be properly constructed. falling a few thousand feet to earth and ending up flat on the ground is not something i would classify as romantic. lol. Keep up with the spirit u show at work ok? m glad to noe u are picking up the paces now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hungry pig:&lt;br /&gt;which buffet did u disappear to? *kidding* HUGZ.. i noe u have been very bz due to the circumstances u are now plunged into. I also noe u were one of those who wanted lame pig to do the recording when u couldn listen to it live. and tt thought was enough for me to know u do care. so just go do what u have to do first and stay e strong pig tt u always are (well u have to be coz with ur vociferous appetite, you are supposed to have more sustaining power than the rest of us!) But dun forget what your friends are here for along the way ok? and if you wan to listen to it through e internet juz go to e archived copy at this site: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.radio.murdoch.edu.au/southstreet.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's under Manic Monday- Week Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with thanks, well wishes and salutations out of the way, allow me to whip out some Moet &amp; Chandon for a bit of celebratory bubbly!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all piggies, be u scattered throughout SG or are stranded in other continents. With a common arena that is this pigsplog, we toast our years of friendship, official launch of this PLOG, and to more years of it ahead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clinks glasses* - Top Pig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111402595847194604?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111402595847194604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111402595847194604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111402595847194604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111402595847194604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/04/top-pigs-postcards-from-perth-1st.html' title='Top Pig&apos;s Postcards from Perth (1st stamp)'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289310.post-111393776062768204</id><published>2005-04-19T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:09:20.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey hey.</title><content type='html'>Eh hem......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test test....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this thing working??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guess it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lame Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA Guai Jiao Zhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very glad to be the first to post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can find the exciting adventures and everyday life stories of 8 extraordinary pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nope.We are in no way related to the 3 losers who has nothing betetr to do than to build houses with perishable materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead.We have chosen to build our home right here on the vast and limitless cyberworld calle dthe Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that old loser can go huff and puff all he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.But anyway.This being the first post.Shall make this very brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 8 of us are gonna psot here on time or another.Depending on whose free and whose bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....hopefully can see many ppl come visit our humble home..wchih will definitely undergo major construction from now on to make it nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then guys.Seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12289310-111393776062768204?l=pigsplog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/feeds/111393776062768204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12289310&amp;postID=111393776062768204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111393776062768204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12289310/posts/default/111393776062768204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsplog.blogspot.com/2005/04/hey-hey-hey.html' title='Hey hey hey.'/><author><name>Pig Clan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905321568788100084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
