<?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-3889173017727447799</id><updated>2011-12-31T11:12:55.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day mate!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-5322038199327091286</id><published>2010-03-25T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:15:24.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Blog My Last</title><content type='html'>2010 a brand new year, i assumed at the start of the year that this year would be a brand new year, but i was wrong, 3 months into it and a lot of thing had happen, and now, ahh.. i dunno what to do, i really do not know, i wish i can run away from every single things but you know what, it is impossible, as how long can i run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i am sad, i will stop being sad and be awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, i will be back blog, i am just going to be away for a while, might be back in one to two months time or maybe 3 years time or never to blog in this blog again? i dunno depending on how fast i get over certain issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, all the best!!! woot woot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-5322038199327091286?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/5322038199327091286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=5322038199327091286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/5322038199327091286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/5322038199327091286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-i-blog-my-last.html' title='The Day I Blog My Last'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-3698590855510732579</id><published>2010-03-18T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:46:11.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Blog Something Really COOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, it is not really cool but it is something that brighten up my day..&lt;br /&gt;i went to google my name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means ( taken from http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/Nigel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's name &lt;b&gt;Nigel&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;\n(i)-&lt;form action="/ending/1/gel" id="gel" method="post" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="d" value="1" type="text"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:;" onclick="javascript:document.getElementById('gel').submit()"&gt;gel&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is pronounced &lt;i&gt;NYE-jel&lt;/i&gt;. It is of &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/1/irish"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/1/gaelic"&gt;Gaelic&lt;/a&gt; origin, and its meaning is "&lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/1/champion"&gt;champion&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a born winner! ok, random random..&lt;br /&gt;iy brighten up my day!! woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday night i had the crazy dream ever, i dreamt that someone wear my orange shirt and i was super sad about it, i think the person stole it or something like that, since i like the shirt so much, i snatch it back!! smart right, ok.. random random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-3698590855510732579?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-3550552306352165928</id><published>2010-03-04T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:25:25.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Know What I Want To Do Brief discription</title><content type='html'>there are a lot of things out there that i want to do, my ambition and things like that, i used to want to be an auditor but plan failed, so i need to re discover my self and i did! i found a new goal in life, new plans.!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;, i know what i want!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so this will be what it suppose to be for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to my poly and score really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i will go NS.&lt;br /&gt;AND SIGN ON TO THE NAVY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the navy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign on as Navel warfare system engineer or system expert in electronic or ordnance and electrical weapon system.&lt;br /&gt;it will be cool one day where u see my making weapons for the navy and doing things for it!!&lt;br /&gt;starting pay $1727 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to join the navy cause i like ships battle ships, because they just look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gorgeous in the sea, also, i think i was amazed when i went for the navy open house when i was young and was amazed by it, and i like submarine too. the only thing i hate about it is diving and swiming in the ocean, i have a bit of sea sick, so, it is a mind over matter thing and i know i can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at the age of 24 or 25, i wonder if they allow me to take a 1 month break to join the amazing race, hopefully they will, haha. cause being on the amazing race  is one of the dreams i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oh yea, i am going to surrender this dream and pray about this to God, asking if this is the path he wants me to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oh man, i love the navy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-3550552306352165928?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-127504425910099030</id><published>2010-02-15T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:17:29.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day that the dagger is still there</title><content type='html'>the dagger is still there&lt;br /&gt;i have not remove it yet&lt;br /&gt;it is still causing pain&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why&lt;br /&gt;i delay in removing the dagger&lt;br /&gt;maybe this will cause even more hurt&lt;br /&gt;i am still looking on the problem&lt;br /&gt;and not the solution&lt;br /&gt;i am not like the others who can move on very fast.&lt;br /&gt;there is still extreme hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-127504425910099030?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-756874981052093593</id><published>2010-02-12T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:19:54.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day that change my life a 100%</title><content type='html'>ok, i hate the emotional side of me as it will affect me super bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another person causing me to hurt so bad at a time like this... this time from someone really unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-756874981052093593?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/756874981052093593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Intro My Friend Denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ok, my friend denial is getting way ahead of me now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;denial is such an awful friend. denial wants me to believe things that can be real, denial make me raise my expectations so high about myself. always making me believe in things that are ok when they are not, this atmosphere of lies. that will cause damage in the things i do if reality struck. Anyway, thank you denial for telling me that i am the best because of this, i believe i can do things that are in efficiency. Nothing can stop me.. except reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-1417607996416273745?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/1417607996416273745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=1417607996416273745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1417607996416273745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1417607996416273745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-i-intro-my-friend-denial.html' title='The Day I Intro My Friend Denial'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-195053408262787817</id><published>2010-02-01T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:27:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Went To Bintan</title><content type='html'>To ho ho... i am back, last week i went over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tanjiong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pinang&lt;/span&gt; for a short trip to do missions, went there to do some stuff. i will bullet point my trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was at on my way to the ferry terminal when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;liang&lt;/span&gt; suddenly pointed out that joey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; us asking to go to G1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was very surprised.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;told dad to drop us at G1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was the 1st few people to reached there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soon one by one the others turn up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was told that we could not booked the tickets in time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stayed around in church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nicole, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liang&lt;/span&gt; and I did some stuff for the children program later on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was told that we were going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;batam&lt;/span&gt; then change ferry to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tanjoing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pinang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;habour&lt;/span&gt; front&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had macs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rush to the 12pm ferry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;about 10 to 15 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; after the ferry started moving felt unwell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;started puking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try to sleep during the rest of the trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;batam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a van to another ferry terminal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took another ferry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this time no puking :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a ferry to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tamjiong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pinang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had lunch when reached &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bintan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after that rushed back to hotel, to change and go for children church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had some fun with the children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;returned back to the hotel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get ready to travel to the church for service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;service finish had dinner at a coffee place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gao&lt;/span&gt; min woke us up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had devotion and prayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breakfast at the hotel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;traveled to the church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;helped out in children program &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;told a story in the children program&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;felt that i did super badly cause i failed my own expectations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had lunch ate chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to the youth conference&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;station with Tiffany&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;felt a bit disappointed with myself after i reflected on the story telling part&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;later had service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;debrief&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;during the debrief, a few flaws i had was reviewed to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was disappointed with the flaws i had was very sad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; the flaws.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after the debrief, about dunno what time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i went back to the room to prepare my devotion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the previous one i had done before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shared devotion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was super silent during breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as was still disappointed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; my flaws&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a van ride to the tuition place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at the start of the tuition i was emotionless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;joey told me to go to the room to relax or just take a walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was super sad at that point of time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt; to go for a walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he went with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really thankful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went back to the tuition class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was happier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after the tuition went to a shopping centre &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had fast food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went back to the hotel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;back bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;debrief&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the ferry terminal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a ferry back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;during the ferry, the boat starting shaking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hate it when that happen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reached &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; 7.30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;learning point&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i felt that God provide, cause during the trip he provided me with friends that encourage me, like how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt; took care of me in the ferry to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bintan&lt;/span&gt; and back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also i know that it is God word ministering to the people and it is not how good you talk but most importantly God word is important. someone told me that you just tell the verse to the people and if u talk rubbish they will be still ministered as it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; Gods word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i felt that during the trip i grew in certain aspects of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-195053408262787817?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/195053408262787817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=195053408262787817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/195053408262787817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/195053408262787817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-i-went-to-bintan.html' title='The Day I Went To Bintan'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-4844825632249811191</id><published>2010-01-18T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:44:18.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day That I Am Better Than You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am ALWAYS am better than you, get this fact straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole my friends,  my life!&lt;br /&gt;you stealer! i bet you were so happy when my friends left me!&lt;br /&gt;what more you want ar?&lt;br /&gt;now u say my course no future!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is the list of uni that i can go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nanyang Technological University &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Mechanical Engineering, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Electrical &amp;amp; Electronic Engineering &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Aerospace Engineering &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Computer Engineering &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Computer Science &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Information Engineering and Media &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Bioengineering &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Materials Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;National University of Singapore &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Mechanical Engineering &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Electrical Engineering &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Computer Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;University of Manchester, United Kingdom &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Mechatronic Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;University of Sheffield, United Kingdom &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Mechatronics or Systems &amp;amp; Control Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;University of New South Wales, Australia &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Mechatronic Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monash University, Australia &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Engineering in Mechatronic Engineering or IT &amp;amp; System&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;what can u go to? nothing,&lt;br /&gt;i am going to be so elite that you will crumple to dust!&lt;br /&gt;cause i am so much better than u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-4844825632249811191?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/4844825632249811191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=4844825632249811191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4844825632249811191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4844825632249811191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-that-i-am-better-than-you.html' title='The Day That I Am Better Than You'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-9159915700212206103</id><published>2010-01-14T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:27:14.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Look Back And Ask Why</title><content type='html'>hey man, saw you just now, you look uber different, &lt;br /&gt;i cant believe you did that,&lt;br /&gt;it was really unexpected of you, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say, but just wondering, why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-9159915700212206103?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/9159915700212206103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=9159915700212206103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/9159915700212206103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/9159915700212206103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-i-look-back-and-ask-why.html' title='The Day I Look Back And Ask Why'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-1606579350545246416</id><published>2010-01-10T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:49:34.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day That I Blog About My LIfe</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I could not think of an appropriate title for this so I decided to untitled my post title the day that I blog about my life, so hope you do not get board reading this post as it will be going to be oh so random and long, lots of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I think I shall start form my childhood, I had been staying at Jurong since I was young till about Primary one? I stayed at a housing board estate or hdb for short. Across the hdb, there is this super cool shopping centre, it consists of a mac, and some small shops anyway, and I stayed in a 4 room flat. So along the streets, a certain time in a month there would be night market! I tell you, I love night markets, I like to walk along and see the different kind of stalls and the items they sell, I miss it man, so now I will only visit them if I go to Malaysia. I attended jurong Calvary kindergarten; I sort of cannot recall what really happen then. Anyway at K 1 I meet a new friend, but the moved on to another country already. We go to each other house almost everyday it was super fun , we go play ground together will my siblings. Anyway that is not the point, when I was primary 1 they flew back, I felt really sad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it is primary school, I used to cry a lot then, thank goodness for my cousin who was the same school as me who sort of took care of me, anyway, at primary 5, I climbed up one of the highest mountains in Malaysia it was mount ophir, there is a legend about this mountain there was a princess or something like that, I think thru that mountain I realize something, that one of the Miracle that happened to me was on that very mountain., remember I was only primary 5 then, I personally believe that I was capable of it, but I was wrong , I used to swim a lot then so I thought that I was strong. There was training provided we climb up and down hdb flats. So it was a 3 days 2 nights thing, we set out in the morning, and embarked on that mountain climbing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we reached to the mountain getting ready to climb up around the afternoon, the climb was rather hard, I felt like giving up but I pressed on, and we finally reach the camp site abt 3/4 up the mountain about 6, I tell you that accomplished feeling was remarkable man. So we pitched our tents, and cooked dinner using mass tins, it was very draining climbing all day, I remembered when ask if we need to stick the nails the teacher said no, but that very night, it rain like mad, so the tent slide down, I was too sleepy to be bothered with anything so I just told my group that I want to sleep, anyway, due to that down pour we did not reach the peak, so we spend the afternoon swimming in a pool of water, there were fishes inside the water! Small baby fishes. Anyway, the 3rd day on the way down the mountain my cousin and I got lost, we could not see the path we were clueless, so he said a prayer I was scared at that point of time, thank God that after he said that prayer, I saw one of my team mates. That was super awesome, praise God. The climb also made me push myself as at times I really felts like giving up but I did not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when I was primary 3 I met  a new ang moh friend, it was so cool, like one friend after another, but when I was sec 2 they pack up and flew to states, it was sad. One friend after another, we done lots of things together, we watched movies, play com games, swim at Sentosa, that friend made me reduce this fear of mine. I hate swimming in the sea, I just hated it, it was a phobia, so during one of the days we went to sentosa, and it was low tide so we climbed the rocks to this mini island, then we reached and the end, we climb to the other side on the rocks, and at the end of it was the sea, we need to swim back to the shore, I was reluctant to swim but he pushed me to the sea, and I swam back, without this push I might still have this great fear, but now this fear of swimming in the sea have been reduce and I dun really mind swimming in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now looking back at today, I feel that I need a push; maybe I must have this push myself, to unleash my potential and not having others to push me anymore as something in life I must depend on myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-1606579350545246416?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/1606579350545246416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=1606579350545246416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1606579350545246416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1606579350545246416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-that-i-blog-about-my-life.html' title='The Day That I Blog About My LIfe'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-5415355728740396120</id><published>2010-01-07T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:00:08.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Talked To People</title><content type='html'>Ok, i am so impress with myself, I just ended a phone call with Eddie, it has been ages since i last talk to him, so i am very impress with myself, cause the last time i think i chatted with him was when he left cell when i was sec 2. after that it has been ages since i last chatted with him, so i am impress that i actually pick up the phone and call him, anyway we talk about somethings which i will not go into detail, Another thing was i said hi to her on facebook, i think what i did was awesome, finally had the courage to talk after all this had happen and also i was talking to Michael ser on msn yesterday, i also chatted with Edmund online just now, wow i had the courage to chat to people that i normally will not chat to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway what i had learn in real today was that, we learn about goals. i love goals man, it will give you a perfect road. i love goals! anyway, after we learnt about goals we set out for lunch and came back to pray. after that i was we had discussion time! me shalini Bryson and leng shan it was so fun, haha took a lot of photos. ls is my new hi 5 buddy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now going to eat dinner and do my homework! ahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-5415355728740396120?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/5415355728740396120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=5415355728740396120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/5415355728740396120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/5415355728740396120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-i-talk-to-people.html' title='The Day I Talked To People'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-4064751223588956069</id><published>2010-01-06T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:16:00.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Wrote My Vision Statement</title><content type='html'>ok so this is my vision statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be compassionate to people in a God pleasing manner that will edify and build others up according to their needs for the glory of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-4064751223588956069?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/4064751223588956069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=4064751223588956069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4064751223588956069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4064751223588956069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-i-wrote-my-vision-statement.html' title='The Day I Wrote My Vision Statement'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-4397833204861520436</id><published>2010-01-06T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:02:32.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Went To A Lock In Camp</title><content type='html'>Okay, it has been a week since I break from that camp, but it left me with so much experience that will never be forgotten (hopefully). Anyway, that camp had made an impact on me, I had made some new friends during the camp get to know people better, get to know myself better and most importantly got to know the lord better, during the camp, I felt that God is constantly talking to me. Like how despite that I am a sinner he still come and talks to me. During the camp, I learnt to cut fruits, meat, fishcake, I also learnt how to do things that I never expect to do. I also felt more independent. Anyway, I shall blog about my unforgettable experience and what I have learnt during the camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night sermon, the pastor talk about knowing the truth, and the world is nothing but lies anyway, I decided to respond to the alter call, while praying he told me that I am keeping God in a box. So I did not understand what it means but I felt that God is trying to say that I should not hide him anymore but I need to open the box to allow people to see God and just let it shine. Also the pastor said he admire my childlike faith. Then during afternoon sharing, I shared that I cannot stand failure, this cause me not to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had morning devotion at the beach, it was really wonderful something really very different. Anyway I learnt that at the end of the day, mo matter what you have been thru, God will understand your pain, your joy your achievements. Failure to me is a no, so I should try to do more things despite knowing that I might fail and the whole process itself is a learning point. And it will enable you to grow closer to God and that is a good thing la. today the night sermon the pastor talk about hurt, like how people hurt you, so anyway, I thought I do not have any hurt so I did not respond to the alter call but, God gave me a vision of a friend, I feel that God is trying to tell me to go on to the next step as, I have waited too long. So I have decided to do something about it and not delay waiting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of camp, today, we learnt how to be real, I felt that it was very good. Anyway during service, God like sort of ask me the reason for going to accounts the real reason, is it for the passion or the money, I felt it was for the money and he made me realize that there is greed in me. So I felt that I should change my career options and do something that is God pleasing and not money pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is some of the main learning things, there are much more, however during to hand pain I decided to cut short, there is a incident that made me really mad, the incident made me learnt that forgiveness is important, after that incident I felt so much better. And after that incident I actually admire something about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the person I felt really angry with him during the camp, I guess I did not really know him, before the camp, I did not have a real conversation with him during the camp, only just some experience before the camp but my impression of him, was not so good. So like during the camp, I refuse to talk to him, cause I felt retarded doing so if I walk down the hallway and I see him, I will not even say hi to him. The only time I talk to him was when I was needed to. During the second day of the area cleaning, I felt angry the way he lead, like I was sweeping this isle I don’t know why he wanted to sweep in an orderly manner! When he told me to sweep at the other side, I just said ok and sweep and I felt that when we were finding equipment to use he was totally unprepared. So during the last day of sharing he was sitting beside me, I also don’t know why, he was really restless so I gave him a sweet, I pass him a sweet but he decline that offer. So I keep on giving to him but to no success. later on, it was my turn to share so I was putting my hands at the side to share but right, he still try to look at me la, so I just say I feel very stress and I say that I dun like him. in front of everyone, and they ask me why, so I related to them the two incidents during the area cleaning, later on someone says that he feel stress that people look at him, but I told them that my stress was accumulated? Then I also said that I dun mind people looking at me. So after that, I refuse to talk to anyone. then I told tiff that  what I intended to do, but she told me we should have a heart to heart talk, so we prayed and I went back to the room, later Michael told me he wanted to talk to me, so we went down to talk, I feel that I the talk, was not really fake, what I said I really mean from the bottom of my heart when we were talking, I also told him the reason why I have that negative feelings towards him. There are only 2 people I told other than him, it was more of a weakness that I feel ashamed of. I think the conversation really cleared up the misunderstanding and I feel that the negative vibes about him is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up that was abt it, I learn a lot during the camp la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-4397833204861520436?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/4397833204861520436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=4397833204861520436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4397833204861520436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4397833204861520436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-i-went-to-lock-in-camp.html' title='The Day I Went To A Lock In Camp'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-513144337888326954</id><published>2009-11-22T09:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:06:53.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that i am going to blog about my 1st week</title><content type='html'>Monday and Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;had graduation rehearsal and graduation.bloody stupid waste of my time&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday had bali thai at Innova with mum and sis, bought new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Went to skin center and ikea after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;went to watch astro boy with josh after that met up with Bryson, he came to my house to practice singing with me. thank a lot bro. anyway, i feel i also cannot make it. pack my bag at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;JUDO CAMP. i also dunno why i so wei da go to the camp. i also dunno why i also free =.= the camp was sort of a waste of time, it was more of a mini holiday compared to a camp. where got camp so slack that you can sms one?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had fun activities. at the night we did almost nothing. we film ourself making scary video. haha. super fun.&lt;br /&gt;me and wina made fun of miss molly like siao, making fun of her facebook pics, we laugh till we cried and hyperventilate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;had dragon boating plus fun day out at east coast.&lt;br /&gt;me and wina call our self the gilarest. after that had bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;had flag day and taught at cell.&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner with yi xian, jun liang and sis.&lt;br /&gt;had a phone call with bryson after that, practice singing, talking ab out some negative comments on what the judges will say if i sing badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up had mac and typing this. after this i will go and sleep. need to rest, super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judges negative comments&lt;br /&gt;1. huh you mean u sing already?&lt;br /&gt;2. If you try a little harder i think u can talk better&lt;br /&gt;3. i think u can be a great exorcist your singing can even scare the devil away&lt;br /&gt;4. Wow your singing is amazing. Amazingly bad.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your singing is so good that the furthest place it can ever get you is out of this room.&lt;br /&gt;6. YOU DONKEY. ( hahaha. inside joke lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly jokes / funny moments&lt;br /&gt;1. Molly Molly the name is so good you got to say it twice.&lt;br /&gt;2. incident at the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;me and wena: Molly where are you?&lt;br /&gt; miss molly: yea?&lt;br /&gt;me and wena: laughed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;3. many super more. cause me and wena to laugh like mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer of the week.&lt;br /&gt;your from jalan kalu&lt;br /&gt;you are very ulu&lt;br /&gt;we are going to beat you&lt;br /&gt;and you wount be so malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. enjoy saying this to miss molly with wena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-513144337888326954?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/513144337888326954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>The Day That It Is The Last Day Of School</title><content type='html'>TODAY IS THE LAST OFFICIAL DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER 4 YEARS OF PAIN, OF LESSON, FINALLY NO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO STUDY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, HAD NO LESSON, E MATHS ASKED A TEACHER SOME QUESTION, THEN AFTER THAT STUDIED BIOLOGY.&lt;br /&gt;TOOK SOME PHOTOS AND VIDEOS&lt;br /&gt;SHALL UPLOAD LATER.&lt;br /&gt;WOO LAST DAY OF SCHOOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-1742036213192587124?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/1742036213192587124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=1742036213192587124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1742036213192587124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1742036213192587124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-that-it-is-last-day-of-school.html' title='The Day That It Is The Last Day Of School'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-1973640213312045679</id><published>2009-09-17T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:08:53.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Pass My Geography</title><content type='html'>it is so wonderful, i pass my geography, i mean, i thought i was going to fail again it has been literally ages since i last pass my geography paper plus i got one part question full marks, this gave me a new hope.&lt;br /&gt;anyway to you know who, i have decided to do nothing, saying comments will only hurt you, will only make me like you. a person who only hurt others without thinking about other feelings. i decided not to do anything as i am not like you.&lt;br /&gt;get a life. man. i have officially move on.. really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-1973640213312045679?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/1973640213312045679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=1973640213312045679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1973640213312045679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1973640213312045679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-i-pass-my-geography.html' title='The Day I Pass My Geography'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-1178349047107472672</id><published>2009-09-12T19:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:54:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Someone From The Past Came Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate you, why do you have to come back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seeing you makes me want to puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Why do you even want to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;back after all the problems you had created for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the pain that you left me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the scars that cause me to be wary of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;why? why? why? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;just leave me alone will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;please refrain from coming close to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my friends as i DO NOT want time to get hurt will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i do not want them to experience the pain i am going through now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;just seeing you today just reopen the wounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;causing the pain to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;just stay away form my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;do not come near me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;as i do not want to feel that pain again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to come back? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you know that the pain you caused me was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;permanent? the pain that took me a long time to heal? in fact why do you have to come back after i try to closed you up from my life. Anyway yo me you are past, you are history to me you are dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;your existance means nothing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Because of you I will never stray too far from the sidewalk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you I learned to play on the safe side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I don't get hurt Because of you I find it hard to trust Not only me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but everyone around me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you"&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson, Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-1178349047107472672?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/1178349047107472672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=1178349047107472672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1178349047107472672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1178349047107472672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-someone-from-past-came-back.html' title='The Day Someone From The Past Came Back'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-7348165599568480438</id><published>2009-09-11T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:27:02.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night I Spent Doing My Physic Hommework</title><content type='html'>i hate electricity , killing me.&lt;br /&gt;asking me crazy question that i do not know how to answer so how to do? how?&lt;br /&gt;anyway i given up doing it already, doing it makes me bleed man. really. i am going to shower now then sleep tomorrow morning faster do my work before 10 as my tuition starts that time.&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i slept so late while studying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-7348165599568480438?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/7348165599568480438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=7348165599568480438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/7348165599568480438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/7348165599568480438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2009/09/night-i-spent-doing-my-physic-hommework.html' title='The Night I Spent Doing My Physic Hommework'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-2190341339359357792</id><published>2009-09-11T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:20:26.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i bought my first beer.</title><content type='html'>i entiled this post the day i bought my first beer. haha. i did buy my first beer today. anyway, this incident was the most stupidest blurest, and most wadeva one. Noticed that i wrote the word bought. which means i only bought it. that does not mean i drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner my dad, sister, brother and i walked to the 7/11 stall outside my condo, we had dinner and my dad wanted to drink beer, so he got a beer and my siblings and i grap some things and my dad gave me 10 dallors to pay for the items including the beer. I was waiting for my turn. Did not realise anything was wrong till the casher asked me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;this was the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the casher : hmmm can i have your ic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me : (was shocked at what the cashier was asking looks blankly at her for about 10s look at what i am buying then i saw the beer, i was super blur then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me : Omg... i am so sorry... daddy, eh i cannot buy beer la underage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady that witness the whole incident just laughed at me, it was super malu, i have no face to go back to the stall to buy anything, maybe next time i will ask my sis or bro to help me,'no face liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway going to tuition now, check out my latest tweets at twitter love that web the most popular person that follow @joshgd would be me, hah joking.. anyway, gtg bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-2190341339359357792?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/2190341339359357792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=2190341339359357792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/2190341339359357792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/2190341339359357792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-i-bought-my-first-beer.html' title='The day i bought my first beer.'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-7486955682779100144</id><published>2009-09-11T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:38:47.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey I heard this song form some where recently and i fell in love with the song... maybe it isbecause it decribe this part of my life now&lt;br /&gt;the song is broken strings by james morrison. super cool song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Morrison Broken Strings Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Songwriters: Morrison, James; Smith, Fraser T; Woodford, Nina Sofia;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;br /&gt;But you broke me, now I can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you and so untrue&lt;br /&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;br /&gt;When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;To make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;br /&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When it's too late, too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;To make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're running through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When we both know it's too late, too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse&lt;br /&gt;So how can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-7486955682779100144?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/7486955682779100144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=7486955682779100144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/7486955682779100144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/7486955682779100144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-that-i-felt-in-love-with-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-3148984124196266581</id><published>2009-09-11T07:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:28:27.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day with a new hope</title><content type='html'>i shall blog..&lt;br /&gt;haha. Really super inspired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is what i am going to do today.&lt;br /&gt;study, study and study , yes. I am going to study to day. I am runing out of tomorrows already, so i really must study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-3148984124196266581?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/3148984124196266581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=3148984124196266581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/3148984124196266581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/3148984124196266581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-with-new-hope.html' title='The day with a new hope'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-7485315278278377951</id><published>2009-09-10T17:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:15:52.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i decided to move on</title><content type='html'>To Alice , the one that broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm how many years we know each other?&lt;br /&gt;We were from the same primary school,&lt;br /&gt;We were from the same primary 1 class.&lt;br /&gt;We are from the same secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;In sec 3 when you were new to the class as you was promoted&lt;br /&gt;Very few people believed in you, but i did.&lt;br /&gt;We swapped phone numbers, sat together during science class did practical together.&lt;br /&gt;We even text like a millions sms with each other,&lt;br /&gt;had lunch and do crazy things with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the year started to end you decided that " Omgosh i am so awesome"&lt;br /&gt;You started to change... a lot,&lt;br /&gt;you begin by talking to the person i hated the most in this whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;You begin to talk and hangout with the people i dislike even i told you not to.&lt;br /&gt;You became more materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;You sub out your friends that believed in you, that really cared for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently i heard all the names and things you said behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;That cause me to bleed and have wounds,&lt;br /&gt;your words was like a dagger,&lt;br /&gt;your words pierced through my heart leaving it scars and memory of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to move on but it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i did.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hope you have fun with you life now.&lt;br /&gt;Do not come crying to me and beg me to forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;As i already done so.&lt;br /&gt;Things changed and so is our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I already forgive you but i doubt we can ever be friends again&lt;br /&gt;because i will not be friends with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;You cause me to hate your sis, your sis best friend, as it brings back memories&lt;br /&gt;and after we leave school i dun think i will keep in contact with you anymore&lt;br /&gt;because you are not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an ex friends of yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-7485315278278377951?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/7485315278278377951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=7485315278278377951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/7485315278278377951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/7485315278278377951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-alice-one-that-broke-my-heart.html' title='The day i decided to move on'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-3106631763209558599</id><published>2009-09-10T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:26:24.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that the date is rather interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahahaa... it has been ages since i last blogged... lol. anyway i found a new hobbie it is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... twittering. hahaha. i have been twittering like SIAO for the last past week. really, from abt 15o tweets to about 300 tweets.. hahaha. not bad, not bad... lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was 090909 shall share with your how i spent it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;090909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up abt 8 i think, watched an episode of some drama show... love that actress she is hot, super hot. anyway, after that i told my mum i wanted to eat bread. For those who know me, i hate bread, i dun eat bread. i bet she was SURPRISE when i told her i wanted to eat bread.. haha. anyway after that i went to study practise some e maths work. haha.&lt;br /&gt;at abt 11 i went to buy food at my house outside. my mum must be very happy as i am a lazy person, i dun do things my self, ppl aways help me.&lt;br /&gt;haha, went to buy some hokkian mee.&lt;br /&gt;ate and continued to study. haha at abt 5 i got ready for BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus from my house to lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;had a BBQ and reached home abt 11? anyway, yesterday was a great day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did 3 new things. i took the bus.. hahaha. normally i would take a taxi but this time, i took a bus, can u believe it? NIGEL TAN took a bus.. haha. i also went to buy food by myself and i ate bread..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. while watching the result show i like wat contestant number 12 said something abt that everyone is likeable or something like that... hhaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway love the ending part of the show... got to study now... ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-3106631763209558599?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/3106631763209558599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=3106631763209558599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/3106631763209558599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/3106631763209558599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-day.html' title='The day that the date is rather interesting'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-5522812740334234205</id><published>2009-06-20T08:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:57:01.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i went to henderson waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;June 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. on Thursday my family went to vivo city.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to complain to starhub about something.&lt;br /&gt;while they were complaining, my siblings and i went to walk around vivo city.&lt;br /&gt;There was like a lot of things to see.&lt;br /&gt;After that around 5, we met up with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;they decided to go to east coast park, to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;But i was lazy to cycle as they surely cycle like siao so i ask them if they wanted to go to henderson waves instead.&lt;br /&gt;lucky they agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the walk was rather interesting and fun, you get to see trees as you walk.&lt;br /&gt;we walked about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;haha... dinner went to jacks place.&lt;br /&gt;ate till like 9.45&lt;br /&gt;went home too sleepy to do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-6078074407939008293</id><published>2008-11-24T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:41:28.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today i did nothing much&lt;br /&gt;i actually spend all my time on useless stuff such as watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;i should start studying for the test at jan&lt;br /&gt;the qualifying test for bio, and chem and maybe physic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i performed at my church a few days ago,&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, i think, i acted as this child who wants attention trying to seek attention i think?&lt;br /&gt;but it was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of nice tv show to watch now&lt;br /&gt;such as heroes season 3 is out, and i am watching it, it is on star world.&lt;br /&gt; i gtg will post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-6078074407939008293?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/6078074407939008293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=6078074407939008293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/6078074407939008293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/6078074407939008293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-did-nothing-much-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-4227674636975400042</id><published>2008-11-22T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:28:43.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i felt disappointed in someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am so pissed of right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is SHE so ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hubris&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;, what SHE said to me left with me with a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; in her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-4227674636975400042?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/4227674636975400042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=4227674636975400042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4227674636975400042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4227674636975400042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-pissed-of-right-now-why-is-she.html' title='The day i felt disappointed in someone'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-5614511496239381630</id><published>2008-11-18T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:31:16.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that i decided to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It has been ages since i last post on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Anyway, as you can see, i have changed my blog skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, please link me and tag me, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-5614511496239381630?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/5614511496239381630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=5614511496239381630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/5614511496239381630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/5614511496239381630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-day.html' title='The day that i decided to blog'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-1100412799210999931</id><published>2008-05-29T19:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:04:17.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i caught a movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it has been ages since i last post. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today in the morning i went to physic extra lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Not many people turn up for it.&lt;br /&gt;i was very bored during the extra lesson,&lt;br /&gt;after the extra lesson, i went to Daren house.&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to change before going to watch the movies at lot 1. while waiting, Vanessa suddenly called me asking where i am, so i told her i was at Daren house going to lot 1, I also told her that i am going to watch a movie, the movie i went to watch is The Chronicles of Narnia , prince caspian.&lt;br /&gt;she said she wanted to watch with us.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Daren uncle gave Daren and i a lift to lot 1. after that, we went to Sean house.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we left Sean house at about 1.30 and rush to the cinema, was almost late.&lt;br /&gt;At 1.45, we went in to catch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the movie was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;towards the end of the movie, i wanted to go to the toilet, i told Vanesa that i was going to the toilet, and she was like "Wat? the movie was ending soon,"&lt;br /&gt;and i told her that i cannot control anymore, while walking out, i not careful step on kesha foot.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Sean rushed home and i went with daren to eat and kesha and vanesa went to meet some other people.&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyway, tomorrow i am catching a flight to Malaysia, in the morning, and i haven really pack my bag yet. lol&lt;br /&gt;so excited, today is the second last episode of the show, too bad i am missing the last episode tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-1100412799210999931?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/1100412799210999931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=1100412799210999931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1100412799210999931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1100412799210999931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-has-been-ages-since-i-last-post.html' title='The day i caught a movie'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-4631738264002797448</id><published>2008-01-27T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T18:55:34.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day my cousin post something on my blog</title><content type='html'>i am going to blog about yesterday, yesterday was a sunday. i went to cell, we met at west mall at 1. i was late, anyway, i was such a emo. i dun feel like takling yesterday. Also dunno why. Anyway i bought a ice lemon tea drink, it taste bad, super bad.Anyway, later my cell went to crossroad to play some games, we played dead or alive 4. I played until my right hand hurt. later we went to service, i sat with my cell, we sat in the centre of the hall. After that i went with my sister back home. Btw i won my friend in a msn game. i won him 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to thank my &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt; cousin, rachel for helping me type and post this(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-4631738264002797448?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/4631738264002797448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=4631738264002797448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4631738264002797448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/4631738264002797448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-going-to-blog-about-yesterday.html' title='The day my cousin post something on my blog'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-6859468651697611580</id><published>2007-11-19T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:27:53.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i flew off to Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hallo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am now going to update my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;next week i am going to japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i hope it will be fun and i hope it will be cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anyway, i went to the&lt;strong&gt; better&lt;/strong&gt; express class in my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anyway, gtg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so i shall end my post here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-6859468651697611580?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/6859468651697611580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=6859468651697611580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/6859468651697611580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/6859468651697611580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2007/11/hallo.html' title='The day i flew off to Japan'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-1505166865012994114</id><published>2007-09-04T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:25:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that my friend flew off to the states for good</title><content type='html'>it has been days since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my friend is about to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt;. he is going to live there. he is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tomorrow i am going to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laser&lt;/span&gt; quest. i hope it would be very fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-1505166865012994114?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/1505166865012994114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=1505166865012994114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1505166865012994114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1505166865012994114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-has-been-days-since-my-last-post.html' title='The day that my friend flew off to the states for good'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-612446099821437995</id><published>2007-08-14T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:24:54.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that my post is really short</title><content type='html'>i really dislike some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-612446099821437995?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/612446099821437995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=612446099821437995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/612446099821437995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/612446099821437995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-really-dislike-some-people.html' title='The day that my post is really short'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-5271047553861574290</id><published>2007-08-02T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:24:08.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that Josh learnt chinese</title><content type='html'>Today, i was sitting in josh during English class, while miss bhravani was talking, i was teaching josh Chinese. i wrote the Chinese pronunciation on a paper and he spoke to ziying.anyway i think that i taught josh quite well as ziying understand what josh said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-5271047553861574290?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-3575865458587154817</id><published>2007-07-30T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:23:39.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that i have 2 free lesson</title><content type='html'>today in school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chong&lt;/span&gt; did not come to school, therefore, today for maths was free period, i played with some friends Chinese chess.&lt;br /&gt;during English, lesson was on animal farm we learnt on why the animals prefer snowball to Napoleon. our teacher delay our recess as we were noisy.&lt;br /&gt;then we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;humanities&lt;/span&gt; test, free period and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;. after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; was free period.then i went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-3575865458587154817?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/3575865458587154817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=3575865458587154817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/3575865458587154817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/3575865458587154817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-in-school-mdm-chong-did-not-come.html' title='The day that i have 2 free lesson'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-898987014630940509</id><published>2007-07-18T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:22:58.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that someone was trying to rip me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today i had an exciting time at school,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ziying&lt;/span&gt; was graping me and pushing for some money that she claims to drop. And do u know how much was it?ONLY 5cents . in the end i did not gave her, anyway, i shall end my post now. bye bye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-898987014630940509?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/898987014630940509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=898987014630940509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/898987014630940509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/898987014630940509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-had-exciting-time-at-school.html' title='The day that someone was trying to rip me off'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-3505979489144186781</id><published>2007-07-11T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:22:09.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day which i learnt that some people must use the back door</title><content type='html'>It has been days since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;anyway today, at school, was ok.&lt;br /&gt;During humanities(8.00)&lt;br /&gt;the last 2 group presented their presentation. ziying group their presentation was neatly done. anyway, after that, vivian and dulice and nicholaus went out by the back door. I was sitting beside the back door, therefore i find it iterating. they took so long to get out. anyway they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAME BACK BY THE BACK DOOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they were knocking and knocking the door. i did not open it after knocking for 5 mins nichalous came in by the front door, and i open the door for their other 2 person.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the lesson of the day was quite ok, i enjoyed maths lesson. it was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i learnt that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; use the back door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-3505979489144186781?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/3505979489144186781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=3505979489144186781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/3505979489144186781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/3505979489144186781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-has-been-days-since-my-last-post.html' title='The day which i learnt that some people must use the back door'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-1765294105069552273</id><published>2007-07-06T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:20:49.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i went for judo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today in school was super fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sat with Josh for the whole time and we talk and talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were talking about the TV show heroes , anyway, this Wednesday was the last episode. i missed the show and am going to catch to repeat of it this week end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i took a felt from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; tong and wrote this, save the cheer leader, save the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i told josh that i wanted to sew it on my home econ pencil box , but then, i had no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at music, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; took the felt which has the save the world thing and put it on his armpit! in the end, i threw away the felt. after that, i went for judo was super nervous as it was ages since i last go. anyway it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. after judo(2pm) i went home straight away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;later i am going to my tuition centre. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gtg&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-1765294105069552273?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/1765294105069552273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=1765294105069552273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1765294105069552273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1765294105069552273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-in-school-was-super-fun-i-sat.html' title='The day i went for judo'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-1465476887216165749</id><published>2007-07-01T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:18:59.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i went to r age 10 anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is r-age 10 anniversary and i am attending the dnd at night. i NEED to wear formal attire(long sleeves and pants)but i did not have any of those so my mum ask me to wear jeans and a shirt.so i am wearing it to dnd later. i am meeting them at 4.30 later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-1465476887216165749?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/1465476887216165749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=1465476887216165749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1465476887216165749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/1465476887216165749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-r-age-10-anniversary-and-i-am.html' title='The day i went to r age 10 anniversary'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889173017727447799.post-8102713724925921786</id><published>2007-05-22T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:18:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i decided to re make my blog</title><content type='html'>This my 1st post for my brand new blog. i shall blog about school today. anyway, during recess, our maths teacher was looking for me and Adeline. she told us we are going for this maths thing.anyway, we told her that we cannot attend because we have something else on. actually, i prefer to go for the math thing.anyway, school was fun for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889173017727447799-8102713724925921786?l=nigeltttan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/feeds/8102713724925921786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889173017727447799&amp;postID=8102713724925921786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/8102713724925921786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889173017727447799/posts/default/8102713724925921786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nigeltttan.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-my-1st-post-for-my-brand-new-blog.html' title='The day i decided to re make my blog'/><author><name>Nigel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
