<?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-5640671</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:27:39.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my paper heart</title><subtitle type='html'>=D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</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>608</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-963647097301242028</id><published>2010-06-21T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:00:33.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IS THIS A FB JOKE?!?!?!!!!!!!hi .good evening! just wake up from sleep .on leave today . you end work liao ? everything arite ?? drink more water .sorry need to tell you something first before we move on is that i a total stranger to you .. . .. can i get to know u as a friend ?let me intro myself to you..... andy tian yi . sg chinese guy , age 24 , ht 172 , wt 61 , staying woodlands area,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/963647097301242028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/963647097301242028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-this-fb-joke-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-285129432331464360</id><published>2010-05-22T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:38:28.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love to blog! but these days, there's just nothing to blog about. so i just wanna type something into this long forgotten space and ladida. Also inspired by a whole slew of entries lately by my darling fats. btw if you are reading this, your blog template sucks. shouldnt deteriorate with your age you know.2-3 summons in a month. rahhhmy life's pretty boring. 5 day work week, potentially 6 many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/285129432331464360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/285129432331464360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-to-blog-but-these-days-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-6579120662240376632</id><published>2010-04-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:13:41.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whatever. at least i still have my work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6579120662240376632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6579120662240376632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2010/04/whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-5652654195688944268</id><published>2010-03-31T19:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:36:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My facial boutique's opening a branch in the club. Like how awesome is that! Other than that, 2010 has really sucked so much so far too much indeed.But still, I'm happy it's your birthday lil sis. @ 7:30am: "sigh i'm so old i can't get out of bed."hahaha you know you almost always crack me up with your randomness.HAPPY BIRTHDAY!;) :( :D ok only you will understand this haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5652654195688944268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5652654195688944268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-facial-boutiques-opening-branch-in.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-739881156807804546</id><published>2010-03-14T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:33:45.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11th March 2010 1840hrs. DAY AND TIME I ALMOST DIED ALONG WITH HIM.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/739881156807804546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/739881156807804546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2010/03/11th-march-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7311437862577099436</id><published>2010-02-23T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:58:02.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you don't know what you've got till you lose it.same as which, you don't know what you've been missing till you've gotten it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7311437862577099436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7311437862577099436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-dont-know-what-youve-got-till-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7849194338535082870</id><published>2010-02-09T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:09:54.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok save the mood chart that kickstarted Year 2010. Life is a cheetah race.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7849194338535082870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7849194338535082870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-save-mood-chart-that-kickstarted.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3295837148680723469</id><published>2010-01-25T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:17:07.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. now happy :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3295837148680723469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3295837148680723469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2010/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1778123763992298465</id><published>2010-01-17T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T04:03:56.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not happy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1778123763992298465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1778123763992298465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-2807679635335280772</id><published>2009-12-29T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:22:20.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm terrified for i'm turning to horoscopes as i grow older. me ish taurus and i read very true characteristics of yours truly, underlining that of which i can subjectively judge myself. of course, i can go on underlining many others under the other horoscope signs which reflect my true self. stark differences. stark to the extent of being the EXACT opposite of two people i try to compare against</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2807679635335280772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2807679635335280772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-terrified-for-im-turning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-6217555479563046891</id><published>2009-12-20T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:28:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Ping ah! Can you use your BLUEBER... uhm Blackberry to communicate in BKK?" - Papa Choolife without ming, a mm and a bb. gotta get used to it! working monday tomorrow!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6217555479563046891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6217555479563046891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/12/ping-ah-can-you-use-your-blue-uhm.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-2613133910412137601</id><published>2009-12-20T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:48:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trust is something i don't give away freely. good or bad..?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2613133910412137601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2613133910412137601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/12/trust-is-something-i-dont-give-away.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3278242475328629879</id><published>2009-12-08T09:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:59:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear OfficerThe bus number provided may be wrong as I may have remembered it completely wrongly but I don't think it will be difficult to track down the bus captain who did not stop at the busstop when I was hailing for the bus to stop. It was around 0800am in the morning at the very first bus stop along Mountbatten Road, travelling in the direction from the East to the CBD. The bus captain was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3278242475328629879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3278242475328629879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-officer-bus-number-provided-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4571833872740582291</id><published>2009-12-04T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:48:38.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is culture shock?Culture shock is caused by the stress of being in a new culture. It is a normal part of adjusting to new foods, customs, language, people and activities.Symptoms of culture shock are:1) Unwarranted criticism of the culture and people 2) Constant complaints about the climate 3) Utopian ideas concerning one's previous culture 4) Continuous concern about the purity of water and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4571833872740582291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4571833872740582291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-culture-shock-culture-shock-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7572558141081081286</id><published>2009-11-18T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:12:55.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back."crazy. i'd leave it in the pile lor. grab it back for what. sick at home's no fun. i haven't fallen sick in a long time! :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7572558141081081286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7572558141081081286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-we-all-threw-our-problems-in-pile.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3898381763909810614</id><published>2009-11-12T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:58:16.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.. and my holiday, although pretty damn short and nearby, has been granted! imma happy happy girl!"Chefs preparing the menu for U.S. President Barack Obama and other Asia-Pacific leaders meeting this week have been told to cut back on the garlic and onion to ensure the talks are not an olfactory challenge........................ Breath mints are also readily available.."haha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3898381763909810614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3898381763909810614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-2378198463237682498</id><published>2009-10-10T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:19:52.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2378198463237682498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2378198463237682498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/10/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7579175842450836683</id><published>2009-10-09T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:19:56.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me: your tummy so big. do something about it leh.Z: your ass very big also.me: eh not everyone has j lo's ass can. want also don't have!Z: no lor. your ass lo lo. droopy low. me: SHRIEKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YOU ARE DAMN MEAN DAMN MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!sorry peeps i can only afford such a blog entry length because my life has of sudden turned into something very different and i just have no time! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7579175842450836683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7579175842450836683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-your-tummy-so-big.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8398091071672731734</id><published>2009-08-31T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:34:00.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>upon stepping home tonight after movie and dinner,me: MA i'm coming home every day for dinner except friday!mum: i thought you said you have tennis on tomorrow night?me: OH YA. so i'm coming home every day for dinner except tomorrow and friday!mum: ........ u mean u are NOT coming every day for dinner except wednesday and thursday!me: hahahame: you know, ang mohs' english is not that good? it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8398091071672731734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8398091071672731734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/upon-stepping-home-tonight-after-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-2897460123275569165</id><published>2009-08-27T13:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:05:48.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i mention 'small talk', what kind of topics do you usually think of? i think comments on the clothes someone wears, the weather last night, the latest food promotions available around town, the bitchy client whom you just encountered. But haiyoh! i always kena 'CHI BAO LE MA?' and this is followed by silence and most of the time i have to resume the 'conversation' and attempt to carry it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2897460123275569165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2897460123275569165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-mention-small-talk-what-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-408985179807032759</id><published>2009-08-26T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:23:33.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have realised today that there is a positive correlation between road traffic volume in the morning peak hours and the frequency at which my office phone sounds.today's roads were pretty clear, lots of people not going to work? And my office phone is pretty damn quiet. i hate it when it rings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/408985179807032759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/408985179807032759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-realised-today-that-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8904505787702254524</id><published>2009-08-25T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:18:17.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i receive many forwarded emails every day, some are ignored, some i click open and browse through a bit, others are pretty worthy of forwarding and i do so,  but this one really caught my attention and i find it really funny! so here goes:Workers at Sim Ming Ave car workshops were having a normal day at work, when a nervous looking LION suddenly came out of no where...seemingly hungry because of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8904505787702254524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8904505787702254524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-receive-many-forwarded-emails-every.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1479607717001440359</id><published>2009-08-24T17:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:08:32.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess what! wrt to my previous entry, i did not watch my movie that friday too! wa! and wa! guess another what! i have never realised that the Rolls Royce i mentioned in my previous entry too belonged to someone in the same condo as the one where the Bentley was parked at. they were side by side. now very good. want eye candy can just peer opposite my house!hey u know how easy it is to derive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1479607717001440359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1479607717001440359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-what-wrt-to-my-previous-entry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-9121790544415393078</id><published>2009-08-20T17:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:22:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gah!today has got to be the slowest moving and most boring day of the YEAR! BOTH my neighbours in office are not around and the office is TOO QUIET. this, coupled with the fact that i have absolutely NOTHING to talk about here, makes it worse!nothing but also force something out..yesterday while walking back home from the bus stop after work, i experienced a rare sighting of not one, but TWO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/9121790544415393078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/9121790544415393078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/gah-today-has-got-to-be-slowest-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7888557707331057638</id><published>2009-08-14T16:26:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:36:34.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear DiaryI just went through a hellish last night and next day..last nite i ate 2 panadols for migraine at 11pm.woke up crying to the overwhelming pain at 3am.. and fed on migraine pills instead although it was only a 4hr interval since 11pm..woke at 730am this morning with e same migraine which never went down.this is almost the first time i got out of bed promptly after my alarm rang because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7888557707331057638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7888557707331057638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary-i-just-went-through-hellish.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8960238249161042111</id><published>2009-08-13T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:30:11.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this may be one of the worst migraines i have ever experienced.i'm turning white, blue, black, pink.. i feel like blacking out!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8960238249161042111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8960238249161042111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-may-be-one-of-my-worst-migraines.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4813397950736929361</id><published>2009-08-13T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:58:03.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is terrible.my intake of Seneca Apple Chips has graduated frombienniallyto annuallyto biannuallyto quarterlyto bimonthlyto monthlyto semi monthlyto biweeklyto weeklyto now SEMI WEEKLY.And i thought that you become less of a junkie as you age. Wonder when my addiction will stop. But for now, I shall start worrying about my health later on.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4813397950736929361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4813397950736929361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-5695684951762722337</id><published>2009-08-11T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:53:11.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE LETTER has finally seen light. brand new start once again!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5695684951762722337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5695684951762722337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-has-finally-seen-light.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3445493748803425265</id><published>2009-08-06T12:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:40:29.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was a happy day.Happiness #1: attended my brother's white coat ceremony in NUS!Happiness #2: his friend guessed i was a year older than my brother, when actually i'm seven years his senior!Happiness #3: sister replied my email from london!Happiness #4: shopped not-too-crowded orchard for about 2 hours on a weekday!Happiness #5: watched Harry Potter, although i wasn't really watching it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3445493748803425265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3445493748803425265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-was-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-5659848827136897350</id><published>2009-08-03T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:14:46.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night, i dreamt that my sister's 5 month exchange was shortened and she came back home :( she has left for merely 2 days? :(((((((((</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5659848827136897350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5659848827136897350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-night-i-dreamt-that-my-sisters-5.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8529605582473676765</id><published>2009-08-02T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:34:19.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHOES. it's a mammoth task when it comes to finding a pair of comfortable shoes for myself. i have a super low threshold of pain (everybody knows that!) but in this case, i choose to believe that i generally have weird feet shape.i blister where no one else does when wearing the exact same pair. i cannot for the love of anything force-fit my feet into ANY Charles and Keith shoes. do not even talk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8529605582473676765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8529605582473676765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-6501182363387567178</id><published>2009-07-31T00:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:00:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOUR YEARS AFTER MY ACTUAL CONVOCATION....................... I'm a happier girl, in all sense of the word.I can't throw it up straight. I TRIED MANY TIMES!!!Oh yeah, you can vaguely see my NEW HAIRSTYLE! it's not exactly a complete transformation because imma wussy and will never cut my hair shorter than a certain length after my Sec 3 nightmare, but i have bangs now and my hair is thick with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6501182363387567178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6501182363387567178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-years-later-after-my-convocation.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3198538621676087444</id><published>2009-07-30T09:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:45:22.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the day i go back to mount ntu for a second round of convocation! nooooooo i didn't do my masters. i'm sitting in to WATCH the ceremony! a few of us were faulting ourselves on why we didn't throw our mortarboards up just for the sake of capturing it on our cameras during our acutal convocation 4 freaking years back.4 freaking freak years later, i still constantly ask myself WHY!!!! it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3198538621676087444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3198538621676087444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-day-i-go-back-to-mount-ntu-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-2878930172277284750</id><published>2009-07-27T13:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:13:49.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for some reason, i've just found out that the company blocks urls with 'pamela anderson' in them. HAHAHA.i'm such a snack junkie. i snack snack snack snack and still eat my proper meals thrice a day. so unhealthy! but i love my snacks too much to snub them! there are just some snacks i cannot get enough of. My List of Top 10 Snacks!1) Seneca apple chips2) Red Rock Deli honey soy chicken potato </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2878930172277284750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2878930172277284750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-some-reason-ive-just-found-out-that.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-5950234225213978098</id><published>2009-07-22T12:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:30:30.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are educational posters pasted all over the office walls teaching us the ways of 'healthy living'. while waiting for the lift at the lobby, i read this particular line that went something like this:"Drink lots of water as thirst may often be mistaken for hunger."gasp. did YOU know that? well, i never did! i wonder if this has been happening to me all this while because i tend not to drink a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5950234225213978098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5950234225213978098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-educational-posters-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7587386978191385102</id><published>2009-07-21T10:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:27:03.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello i'm back from KL + genting feeling reallllly tired but mentally energetic (not for work though)! Summary of trip:1) paid RM98 for each Manchester United ticket only to secure seats at the RM58 arena2) the players on the field looked like tiny ants scuttling about and although i obviously didn't recognise anyone (not due to the distance from field where we were at), watching a live match </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7587386978191385102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7587386978191385102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-im-back-from-kl-genting-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1134203221155678289</id><published>2009-07-17T09:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:48:59.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i seriously cannot tolerate things being told to me on a last minute basis. even forgetting to tell or not thinking of telling are reasonable excuses (see how desperate i am?), but not when you think that it's perfectly alright that i not know, know it last minute or only know when i ask about it!!! there are CONSEQUENCES and IMPLICATIONS (HOWEVER SMALL) to behaving like this. omg. PET PEEVE NO. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1134203221155678289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1134203221155678289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-seriously-cannot-tolerate-things.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3753748666847512412</id><published>2009-07-15T15:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:50:24.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HANS MUFFINS ARE NICE!but i thinky im currently suffering from indigestion after downing their chocolate walnut muffin so quickly right after my sirloin steak pasta lunch. i ate it mouthful by mouthful, but the muffin feels like it's stuck in my chest in its original uneaten shape :|HANS CHOCOLATE ECLAIRS ARE HUGE! my eclair's currently sitting in the office pantry's refrigerator, just waiting to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3753748666847512412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3753748666847512412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/hans-muffins-are-nice-but-i-thinky-im.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4181906325329985048</id><published>2009-07-14T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:06:11.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on the Asiarooms website:5/5 About Carlton Hotel Singapore Clean and good size room. Close to shops and MRT station. Courteous and friendly staffs. Will stay there again on my next visit.posted by MR. TAN, Vincent - Australia, in July 2009 5/5 About Orchard Hotel Singapore Great location. Truly enjoyed our stay at the hotel!!posted by MRS. Willocks, Lydia - Singapore, in July 2009 4/5 About </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4181906325329985048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4181906325329985048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-asiarooms-website-55-about-carlton.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1418817003441345087</id><published>2009-07-10T16:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:50:53.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have been having speech impairment for the past few days. i speak really funnily!lilian = li-learnspecial = spare-surlspeaking = see-kingbollywood = boy-ee-wood chinatown = cher-ner-towncluster houses = cas-tor how-zessok some random words i'm mouthing out now to type out what i hear myself saying. i know it's retarded, but i'm in PAIN. i sound like i have a short tongue, when actually, all i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1418817003441345087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1418817003441345087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-been-having-speech-impairment.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-5997566103663598241</id><published>2009-07-06T09:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:11:44.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Classic Example of How More Haste = Less Speedme: is ur bf a man u fan?H: Fan…??? Deps on wads the subject. Haha… rollerblade… yes! Cycling… maybe? Or in wad context? Haha… let me reply u in detail when I get back. Why this question... me: ......................... manchester united fan. wat rollerblade cycling?????H: haha.. this is funny.. i tot u were asking... BF e man, u fan? i was like huh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5997566103663598241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5997566103663598241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/classic-e.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3753396511601393936</id><published>2009-07-01T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:20:47.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the day i get used to having one more person living under one roof with me once again!!! i'll get used to it. definitely will. i don't think i will ever adapt this fast to a fresh new face under other circumstances :Dthis morning's rain was horrendously heavy and there is absolutely zilch shelter from my bus stop to office. i thank my lucky stars that i always have someone's office next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3753396511601393936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3753396511601393936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-day-i-get-used-to-having-one.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-5067399395959736</id><published>2009-06-30T15:18:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:13:12.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's as if i'm addicted to some form of drug - THE FOOD DRUG. i'm drugged by food! for the longest time, when i have my lunch outside, i have to end it off with a bowl of sweet dessert. if i eat in, i will start looking for snacks immediately after my lunch. my usual regime goes this way: breakfast, snacks, lunch, snack snack snack, the mouth rests, tea time!, go home time, dinner.today right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5067399395959736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5067399395959736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-as-if-im-addicted-to-some-form-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-6634181725542951344</id><published>2009-06-28T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:05:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a happier sun for the coming mon. but i'm still unhappy :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6634181725542951344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6634181725542951344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/happier-sun-for-coming-mon.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-446377264694860013</id><published>2009-06-27T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:22:08.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>very drained. not a fab sat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/446377264694860013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/446377264694860013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/drained.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-6681591148715816584</id><published>2009-06-24T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:50:40.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a nightmare last night. in it, i was grabbing on to a pint-size hammerhead. yes! read: HAMMERHEAD SHARK. pint-size meaning 2 inches long. i still have the visuals so freshly etched in my mind. so i held on to this little thing between my thumb and index finger while it kept struggling. reason for holding on to the hammerhead? picture whoring with it. while it kept squirming between my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6681591148715816584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6681591148715816584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-nightmare-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-310157186272619832</id><published>2009-06-23T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:09:15.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my colleagues are one by one.. day by day.. night by night.. and whatever by whatever, saying that i have "lost a lot of weight" and since they say that day by day and night by night, this means that i have been losing weight consistently and it's not stopping!!!what am i to do when i already don't eat very little?oh and hello! i'm back from diving! actually since last thursday past midnight.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/310157186272619832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/310157186272619832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-colleagues-are-one-by-one.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-6912942796440733342</id><published>2009-06-12T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:29:14.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah it's 1030pm already and i'm not bathed, not packed, and just not ready for anything! still, i have to blog. doesn't this particular clumsy panda remind you of me?nemo nemo here i come..!i'll be back in one piece. so yes, skinny me has a reputation of being really clumsy.i'll try not to bump into sharks underwater.i'll be back.just one week :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6912942796440733342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6912942796440733342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-its-1030pm-already-and-im-not-bathed.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8154762066646486313</id><published>2009-06-10T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:38:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love where i live because i find it really convenient to get to places. even by bus, it takes 5 min to reach suntec.i love the surroundings and i've been here for near 20 years.it's always been my wish to remain living in this area for as long as i live.thus after that short conversation, "MP" does sound like a fabulous idea :)the smell of saturday is getting stronger and stronger.. turtles, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8154762066646486313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8154762066646486313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-where-i-live-because-i-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-2033035266579402173</id><published>2009-06-07T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:46:02.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm a happy being.unhappy ones please don't throw rotten eggs at me.i rarely feel this happy so let me announce it for the world to hear!!!!!!nothing in particular happened though.i just feel the way i am now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2033035266579402173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2033035266579402173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-happy-being.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8908694654058633269</id><published>2009-06-02T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:27:49.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations and jubilations!!!Congratulations and celebrations!!!GOT TREAT? hahahaha hee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8908694654058633269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8908694654058633269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations-and-jubilations.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3865954386169041429</id><published>2009-06-01T13:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:47:41.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my weekend saw me looking back TEN FRIGGING YEARS where we girls were merely secondary fours - 16 year old TODDLERS. urgh. went back to school for the alumni gathering of our graduating batch and you could just tell from everyone's faces how we yearned to turn back time and not be the old depreciating aunties that we all are now..!!!ooh whee.pardon my weird outcries these days. this happens </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3865954386169041429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3865954386169041429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-weekend-saw-me-looking-back-to-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8192340803196023771</id><published>2009-05-29T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:44:11.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we have Google, Yahoo, MSN Live Search and now.. BING.just like how my name sounds like when my previous maid called out to me or when my sec 1 math teacher from the little island Mauritius pronounced it in the past. you know how when we wanna research on something we would go "Google it!". let's try this with "Bing" now."Bing it!" nono with wagging finger! just sounds weird!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8192340803196023771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8192340803196023771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-google-yahoo-msn-live-search.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4679976507927356753</id><published>2009-05-27T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:55:30.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>like yayness. now we have our very own case of h1n1 flu virus. i knew it! so sian. just don't pass it to me.. OH I'M SO SIAN. YOU KNOW YOU KNOW?!?!?!?!!!!!!!! ANYBODY KNOWWWWWW? DON'T KNOW? BUT I KNOW!outcry, outcry. it's not just one of those days.. it has been every day for the longest time. oh well. i just have no more inspiration to blog or do anything else. sighs. my blog is degenerating, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4679976507927356753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4679976507927356753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-yayness.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-6347372365204593897</id><published>2009-05-22T14:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:50:30.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For I have no inspiration to blog, I plagiarise an email.Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperms, she'll give you a baby.If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.So, if you give her any crap, be ready to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6347372365204593897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6347372365204593897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-i-have-no-inspiration-to-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1045551787920245283</id><published>2009-05-18T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:49:31.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the snortsnort flu is spreading like an epidemic!!! no need to holiday anymore! i'm upset!!! it's everywhere! EVERYWHERE! :(hey the Mr-over-in-japan, stock up on those surgical masks and put them on every day!ok happy news. i have just gone past a weeklong early birthday celebration with some real darlings of mine and it's just so sweet and touching. i feel loved! now for the next 1 week of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1045551787920245283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1045551787920245283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/snortsnort-flu-is-spreading-like.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1231573886478025909</id><published>2009-05-15T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:03:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haiyoh. the swine flu has reached malaysia now.. that's like ultimate close proximity to us in singapore! there's no escaping! tennis tonight again! this time @ some condo in river valley. i'm so hyped! i never understood how i could hear of people who were willing to travel islandwide to play a game of soccer. but i tell you, now i sincerely understand how one can with complete disregard for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1231573886478025909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1231573886478025909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/haiyoh.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1912731981735569908</id><published>2009-05-13T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:06:09.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tennis after work is shiok! but my arms ache badly because i wasn't using my own racket so i didn't get the right grip. whoopee. And after playing in the tennis court i was in, i suspect that my tennis court was measured and built wrongly! my court's really small and my net way too low! how come! is there such a thing as american-standard size??? the court i played in at this condo in tanjong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1912731981735569908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1912731981735569908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/tennis-after-work-is-shiok-but-my-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8060718970437908246</id><published>2009-05-11T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:38:57.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it started just yesterday when i felt that i had reached a new level of comfort and i think i quite like it :)so that's what life's about - ups downs ups downs just like a seesaw. now to work on the other all important level of comfort which i totally do not like at all. pfft.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8060718970437908246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8060718970437908246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-started-just-yesterday-when-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-2071590048116475884</id><published>2009-05-10T22:58:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:03:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1) Dip King prawns in flour and fry2) Spread mayonnaise on crispy seaweed and roll king prawns in 3) Wrap sticky rice around 3) Lay mango slices atop and sprinkle with fish roeWell at least I THINK it goes that way. Best japanese mango roll I've had! But worst service EVER that had my dad shaking his head through the entire night. The poor army brother of mine was probably digging trenches to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2071590048116475884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2071590048116475884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-king-prawns-dipped-in-flour-and-fried.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1040962564701468436</id><published>2009-05-09T00:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:23:22.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's close to 1am in the morning and my dad's baking quietly in the kitchen - one of his favourite pastimes. suddenly i hear a REALLY LOUD outcry through my closed room door. startled, i sit up in my chair, try to listen more intently while trying to block out the music blaring in the background to see if i heard wrong but all i hear are more loud cries. i rush out of my air conditioned room </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1040962564701468436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1040962564701468436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-close-to-1am-in-morning-but-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-531273532179029712</id><published>2009-05-07T12:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:43:04.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Failed Persuasion Turned Successful After Major Con JobJ: everyone is depressed   sigh   can u meet me go vivo   please   i go shower. we pick u at 6 at the bus stop   cya i go showerme: no la its ok babe    i dropping by bugis den i go home    i really no mood to walk around n dine----------------------- 6 minutes J: :(  i shower so fast  just to meet u  ok laaa if u really dont wanna  i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/531273532179029712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/531273532179029712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/j-everyone-is-depressed-sigh-can-u-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8088385542807270951</id><published>2009-05-06T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:58:52.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>other natures of jealousy can be quite a headache on the other hand. bah!a pet peeve.when the bus is so freaking packed and i am standing a hairsbreadth away from you, quit shifting your footing every now and then and stepping on, nevermind my feet, but my precious shoes!!!*(@&amp;#*@#^&amp;*@^#&amp;*^@^#^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8088385542807270951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8088385542807270951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/other-natures-of-jealousy-can-be-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-2923875609879951079</id><published>2009-05-04T23:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:53:15.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's so cute that some forms of jealousy can actually be pretty heartwarming at times. but it wasn't intentional! really wasn't.had one of the best facial treatments and massages tonight.. i fell into a real deep sleep midway. just how the facial therapists get the right points on the face and place pressure on those magic spots is just.. magic. some spots on the face seem to connect to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2923875609879951079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2923875609879951079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-so-cute-that-some-forms-of-jealousy.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7986487770003415243</id><published>2009-05-03T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:47:33.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>playing tennis with partners who are out to murder you with tennis balls gives you quite nasty blue blacks!but i am so willing to be tortured this way...........te...e.e..nn...iii.s.s...ssss............... swoooooooons......monday.. no swooooooons......oh well.. had a pretty great long weekend and that's all i ask for - good quality days! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7986487770003415243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7986487770003415243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-tennis-with-partners-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-217250842539704779</id><published>2009-05-01T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:13:16.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Other than the facts that we attemped to ride off-road with $6 rental bikes and my nose was a little runny (as it always becomes after a while of any sporting activity) and I breathed in really hard and sniffed probably a sandfly in, Pulau Ulu Ubin was not too bad! Glad my knee recovered just in time for the cycling trip too. Exercise really makes me feel so much better. Have been away from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/217250842539704779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/217250842539704779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/05/other-than-fact-that-my-nose-was-little.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-5879425301218464787</id><published>2009-04-27T09:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:16:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes i've once again caught the blogging fever just like how i did 7 years back when i started this blog. are YOU reading fast enough? haha.today on the bus to work, i peered into this Mazda. in the driver's seat, i saw a guy having a mask plastered across his face. i thought to myself, "thought SARS is over? or maybe, he got the flu?" i then shifted my vision to the passenger seats both front and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5879425301218464787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/5879425301218464787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-ive-caught-on-to-blogging-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-9013643781780666390</id><published>2009-04-26T23:56:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:33:33.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sat was blading day. when on such wheels, i feel the most insecure, uncomfortable and diffident!!! omg! i don't understand why i go all out to intentionally subject myself to such torture. as if falling once and getting twin blue blacks on my left knee weren't enough, i had to sliiiiiide down a gentle slope on all fours grazing my right knee and getting my eye whacked real hard by a watch while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/9013643781780666390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/9013643781780666390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/sat-was-blading-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4209016645110974628</id><published>2009-04-23T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:27:40.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i spoke too soon. the very next day after work i.e. yesterday when i was rushing for the lift that was closing its doors on me, i managed to strain my muscles just below the left shoulder blade. wth right. i reckon the impact from my left foot while running shot up to my shoulder blade! outrageous. kept grabbing onto my left shoulder in the lift which had quite a few people in it but i couldnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4209016645110974628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4209016645110974628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-spoke-too-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4048894791344134652</id><published>2009-04-21T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:23:55.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i partook in my company's fitness assessment test they conducted for employees and managed 51 push ups (on my knees - all females instructed to do that) in 50 seconds before i collapsed on the mat with wobbly arms and let the last 10 seconds tick by freely. the push ups segment was a 1 min affair.guess what? that was the best result i know of so far! the rest around me did 10-42.fit ping?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4048894791344134652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4048894791344134652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-partook-in-my-companys-fitness.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1915079748111124586</id><published>2009-04-19T23:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:44:14.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah pre monday blues..everyone's feeling it you know..so we all refuse to go sleep because then monday will seem to come faster..something to cheer me up!look what i saw at home last wednesday!me: GASP mummy whose blue flower is that???mum: oh ming bought it for youme: omg! it's MINE?whee! what a sweet sis :Dso she knows i loveeeee blue roses!it really brightened my day by HEAPS!back from marina @</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1915079748111124586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1915079748111124586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-pre-monday-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7583057049669737879</id><published>2009-04-15T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:33:11.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm now experiencing a headache.it's however not one of my usual and frequent migraines!it's a headache that has come after a few weeks of break after i underwent everyday medication to prevent headaches.wa it's a miracle man cos it's a really normal headache.my headache for once is bearable!it's just like a realllly light pest sitting inside my brains.i'm actually celebrating the fact that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7583057049669737879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7583057049669737879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-now-experiencing-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4448779807360156881</id><published>2009-04-14T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:32:08.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you can probably guess the outcome of last night when i tell you that i ended up sleeping 10min before 1am. YAWNS. i'm SO TIRED. 15gig of songs trying to squeeze into a mini 4gig ipod! totally impossible. thinking of getting one of my own now like the one my sis has - EIGHTY GIG LEH. this morning, i was standing in the sardine packed express bus on the way to work as usual. express swoosh! 15-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4448779807360156881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4448779807360156881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-probably-guess-outcome-of-last.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4207183415454449405</id><published>2009-04-13T22:03:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:22:01.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>less than a month after making them, 1 of 2 personal wishes of mine is on its way to coming true and i'm feeling really encouraged. although the other which didn't materialise is a wish for myself, ping is still feeling exceptionally happy tonight. 1 of 2 is not too bad for the gloomy year of 2009 eh. im a person who's really not too keen on new technology. like say when people started ooh-ing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4207183415454449405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4207183415454449405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-of-2-personal-wishes-of-mine-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4935929254812094739</id><published>2009-04-12T23:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:22:37.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The grass is always greener on the other side"Time to sincerely absorb the true meaning of this statement. I will learn and minimise any comparison to what i am experiencing or not experiencing, have or not have. Truly have to so that I'll be a happier being as long as I can live with it and think that other things I have right now are what I can't live without.:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4935929254812094739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4935929254812094739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8540700201080342352</id><published>2009-04-12T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:39:20.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okaaaay so there goes the long weekend. it has been pretty much soul-reviving with 2 rigorous tennis sessions in 3 days! tennis makes me happy! :Dtime to face something i really don't exactly look forward to in an hour's time. sigh. make or break. time to after brooding over it for a couple of days. whoopee. ok im going to bathe off the stinky product of tennis i.e. me.everyone! chins up and face</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8540700201080342352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8540700201080342352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/okaaaay-so-there-goes-long-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1436697929730991585</id><published>2009-04-11T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:09:41.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1436697929730991585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1436697929730991585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautifully-imperfect.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1281605132555016126</id><published>2009-04-10T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:43:12.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone tell me why i'm not feeling the way i ought to right now? sigh. doesn't make any good sense to me right now. what's wrong with me..? absence makes the heart grow fonder? absence makes the heart go wander?i can't figure out and it's annoying me. no one's giving me the answers. no one you know. i need divine help.sunburnt from the afternoon sun today but the workout was all good. gasp </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1281605132555016126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1281605132555016126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-tell-me-why-im-not-feeling-way.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7127707765373347999</id><published>2009-04-10T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:43:09.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things have finally gone my way after tonight. sigh. high time isn't it? all the evil evils. DIE. yes they have died. a terrible death. now i can sleep a little bit better.sleeping time. gear up for the long but really not that long weekend. you enjoy yours too :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7127707765373347999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7127707765373347999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-have-finally-gone-my-way-after.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4516539762478089394</id><published>2009-04-09T17:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:19:20.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things don't always go like the way you want them to. but in life, this almost always happens. whywhywhy?i am now experiencing extraordinary calmless where i have no more worries, expectations, happiness, sadness, anger, needs nor wants. i believe though, that this is but for the moment.also lately, i have had a few weird people adding me on facebook. but i see friends' pictures in their picture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4516539762478089394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4516539762478089394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-dont-always-go-like-way-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1605165960675332649</id><published>2009-04-08T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:54:15.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah blah no more paintballblah blah fully bookedblah blah no more painmidweek is here! one more work day to my lovely holidays.. dream dream..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1605165960675332649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1605165960675332649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/blah-blah-no-more-paintball-blah-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-1125261347376885843</id><published>2009-04-07T15:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:51:45.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just back from a really late lunch no thanks to some shithead. anyway! lunch has improved my day quite a bit! on a normal occasion, i wouldn't really step into lau pa sat unless i was reallyyyy lazy to walk elsewhere or it was raining because once u step into there, you smell like the place itself! but a late lunch there is definitely more bearable because the smell isn't as strong when the place</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1125261347376885843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/1125261347376885843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-back-from-really-late-lunch-no.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-9003768763201458817</id><published>2009-04-07T13:14:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:57:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good lord. why is it that some people just have negative ability to coordinate things which does not even require the slighest IQ?! and that's why i'm here typing away while in office although i really should be out having lunch by now. i'm so hyped for PAINTBALL this good friday! but i reckon it'd more likely be PAINBALL as i've heard how painful it can get. boo. i've really low threshold for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/9003768763201458817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/9003768763201458817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4283536772110375218</id><published>2009-04-04T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:01:06.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You don't say that you are in love, but you say you like him a lot, this young man you are going out with. But then when you give him little presents, you sign, "I love you".Is it love, or just a lot of 'like'?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4283536772110375218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4283536772110375218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-dont-say-that-you-are-in-love-but.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4313525357949403845</id><published>2009-04-02T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:03:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so funny. the top of gmail had this ad bar with HowToBeHappy.org just when we were talkin about being happy and all.her profile pic also quite funny hurhur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4313525357949403845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4313525357949403845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7496107015448140322</id><published>2009-04-01T09:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:01:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just HAVE to add one more point to my 14th March entry.i detest being threatened and i do not take to them at all. threats do not work on me.not. at. all.if anything, it makes me a harder and more resentful person.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7496107015448140322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7496107015448140322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-have-to-add-one-more-point-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3661135349029627282</id><published>2009-03-31T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:10:37.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't think i have EVER in my life tried this hard to drive my pointSSSSS home to anyone! how come it's even possible for one to reach such a level of exasperation! ARGH!!!!!!!@#%^&amp;*?()_)(*&amp;$!^*(@?^%^*&amp;^&amp;#(@!*)$*&amp;@^#?%@&amp;!#^@*#&amp;(!#&amp;)(@&amp;#*!@^#!#@Y&amp;#?!?!?!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3661135349029627282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3661135349029627282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-think-i-have-ever-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8887145993889419270</id><published>2009-03-30T10:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:58:12.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note to self which i picked up over the weekend during girls' night out:time to stop sounding depressive for the people you love and who love you may leave eventually.but i thought also that these very people should be the ones standing by you to lift you away from the pits?sigh and i'm really craving for krispy kreme originals.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8887145993889419270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8887145993889419270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-to-self-which-i-picked-up-over.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-4583175685473984341</id><published>2009-03-25T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:33:36.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the world seems to be crashing down on me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4583175685473984341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/4583175685473984341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-seems-to-be-crashing-down-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3628486072222418053</id><published>2009-03-24T09:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:47:58.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Singapore Swimming Association (SSA)"The team’s main task is to work with the 20 local swimming clubs and the Singapore Sports School on their training programmes and to identify and groom athletes for success at major meets like the Olympics, Commonwealth Games, Asian Games and SEA Games. Visits to the clubs and their associates will be conducted to monitor and analyse the swimmers’ progress</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3628486072222418053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3628486072222418053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/singapore-swimming-association-ssa.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3276054377352231082</id><published>2009-03-21T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:10:24.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay change mood time, add punctuations, proper big/small lettering.Happy Twenty Sixth my BITCH :)Muacks! (K) See you tomorrow!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3276054377352231082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3276054377352231082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-change-mood-time-add-punctuations.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3923492775596784282</id><published>2009-03-20T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:56:24.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a tendency to want to sound really random and incoherent when my mood and being is exactly like that and i wish for no punctuations because just like that i am still sick and i really hate it i can't tennis any soon because i have developed such a persistent dry cough with phlegm which is stuck in the throat but the cough is dry and i'll cough till i develop my best and very frequent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3923492775596784282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3923492775596784282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-tendency-to-want-to-sound-really.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3539267708909531150</id><published>2009-03-19T11:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:03:29.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh. i did almost throw up my Sakae dinner the moment i got back home. chawamushi was fine. cha soba was alright. fried tofu made me feel a tad weird. the sticky rice from sushi was the greatest culprit. these 4 pathetic dishes were ALL i had for dinner last night. a feast indeed. i'm not ready for real food. i'm really devastated. but i still appreciate that when i requested for ham and cheese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3539267708909531150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3539267708909531150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-6550507768150780020</id><published>2009-03-18T11:16:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:34:30.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr Lee urged parents to help their children master the language at home. "If both (parents) can speak Mandarin, don’t speak to your child in English, or one in English and one in Chinese. Speak to them in Mandarin, leave their English alone — they will master it," he said."And the more you use dialects, the less you will use your Mandarin. Your Mandarin will go down, your English will not go down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6550507768150780020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6550507768150780020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-lee-urged-parents-to-help-their.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-9018946120586156753</id><published>2009-03-14T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:05:08.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOP 10 Things I DETEST In No Particular Order1) Having the phone slammed down on me2) Know-it-alls who dispute what I say without basis3) Telling me something halfway and going 'nevermind' midway4) Ignoring what I say and talking about something else5) Flying my kite for no good reason6) Treating things so lightly when they ought not to be7) Treating my existence as non existent when I'm right in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/9018946120586156753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/9018946120586156753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/list-of-top-things-i-detest-in-no.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-2665137951740316259</id><published>2009-03-13T14:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:38:07.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am i the only person who, instead of solid tissue paper, uses liquid paper to blot out oil stains or flattened food remnants (only for the reason of avoiding ants) found on the pages of my work?so it's like lump lumpy lump. it looks like an excessively liquid papered spot but actually there's food beneath.i eat too frequently in office.. and blog as little too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2665137951740316259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/2665137951740316259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-only-person-who-uses-liquid-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-6603582873195622738</id><published>2009-03-13T10:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:17:07.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>realised that my 9th and 11th march entries were both entered at 9:09am. especially for 9th match where i was going on about 9.9.09 and 99999999. hah. things i notice when i'm so bored.i'd honestly wish the company cut my pay and we work a 4 day week. a 2 day weekend is simply not enough!today's the 2nd Friday the 13th of 2009, as last month had as well.. something bad happened to me at around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6603582873195622738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/6603582873195622738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/id-honestly-wish-company-cut-my-pay-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-7087957914429133327</id><published>2009-03-11T09:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:58:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an entry a day keeps the boredom away! i'm evidently very free and argh ya bored!!!errands. was on this topic with jas just.why do pple have so many errands to run? or why do they even go 'i need to run errands', 'i can't lunch here. i'm running errands there during lunch', 'i'm very busy! i've got so many errands to run!'.am i the only errant one without ANY errands to run?!i've never found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7087957914429133327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/7087957914429133327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-evidently-very-free-and-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-3912142483785419641</id><published>2009-03-10T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:19:58.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>recession sees a very free ping.it's TUESDAY. how come i feel like i've already worked past midweek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! come on.. jiayou.. move faster..jiayou ok..?sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3912142483785419641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/3912142483785419641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/recession-sees-very-free-ping.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640671.post-8530215640222441171</id><published>2009-03-09T09:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:13:44.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9 March 2009 is a lovely day the day you have 2 assistants under you here's also wishing you a Happy 18th! :) and and my Monday blues are slightly conquered and and and they're just lovely numbers 9.3.09 3 months short of the lovelier numbers 9.6.09 i don't know the pattern simply looks nicer 96969696 flip the 9 to get a 6 and vice versa and 6 months short of the loveliest numbers 9.9.09 u know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8530215640222441171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640671/posts/default/8530215640222441171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porkchopping.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-march-2009-is-lovely-day-day-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>pingp0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378086222340525610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
