<?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-10108073</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:22:12.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my page</title><subtitle type='html'>hi everyone! if ur still dumb enough to wonder who this is, i am tanuj.. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-112342189392719263</id><published>2005-08-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:38:13.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revenge</title><content type='html'>BHWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kexin killed pon.. go read the description on his blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download replay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/neverendingpeace/replay.zip"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/neverendingpeace/replay.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-112342189392719263?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/112342189392719263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=112342189392719263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/112342189392719263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/112342189392719263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/08/revenge.html' title='revenge'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-112316507894083470</id><published>2005-08-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:37:13.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waddafuk???</title><content type='html'>ok what the hell happened? com died again? worse. bush got re-elected for the third time? worse. evil aliens conquered earth? worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost to kai pon in dota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gasp. an embarrasment i never expected to feel. what the hell. how could i? no!!! most of you probably think that this is another testosteron fueled bugger who has the maturity level of a ten yr old, and who goes around whining whenever things dont go his way. i resent that. i'll say this once more - no i am not justin timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this situation goes far beyond that. its about the honour and dignity of lostof. after lostof (my clan) thrashed his team's ass for about the 8th time in a row, he still hadn't gotten enough. so he challenged me for a 1v1 match. and i played at a really crappy time for me. wasn't really in a mood for playing dota.. but ok i still play.. i lose.. fuck. my clans reputation gone down the drain. worse, he shoves the replay on the net, for every arse in the world to see. well done. the two worse games i've ever played. what an asshole. wait man, i'm getting back in shape and coming for you. u'll be down so fast u'll wonder what hit. and then i shove your replay on the net. lets see how you feel then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-112316507894083470?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/112316507894083470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=112316507894083470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/112316507894083470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/112316507894083470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/08/waddafuk.html' title='waddafuk???'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-112203706365340860</id><published>2005-07-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:57:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>com down</title><content type='html'>Bill gates is the fucking richest man in the whole goddamned world. Needs cash? No. Needs fame? No. Guy earns more than 400 bucks a second. That means if he drops a thousand bucks on the floor it actually saves him money to leave it there and walk off. For heavens sake dude for once in your life make a decent com.&lt;br /&gt;Win 95 : good.&lt;br /&gt;Win 98 : bad.&lt;br /&gt;Win 2000 : worse.&lt;br /&gt;Win ME : more unstable than bush on a tightrope after a couple of martinis and a succesful invasion of some random plot of land&lt;br /&gt;Min Xp : So many bloody holes in the security it looks more like Condi Rice's teeth&lt;br /&gt;The fucking little son of a bitch has 80% of the world depending on his stuff but his shit sure as hell ain't worth it. Bloody fool. Arse. Donkey. My nose hair could make a better programme then his 500 buck an hour team of fools who call themselves computer experts. A dog could make a better one. A amoeba could make a better one. Arse probably uses a mac at home. Hope he gets thrown off a building into a pile of cow manure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-112203706365340860?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/112203706365340860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=112203706365340860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/112203706365340860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/112203706365340860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/07/com-down.html' title='com down'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111945619041732180</id><published>2005-06-22T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:03:10.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWOL</title><content type='html'>After my unexcusable leave from writing, i've come back once again to refresh my blog. Well now that this hols are coming to an early end, this is a list what i've accomplised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Revision. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Got a book written by me in the mail. No jokes here. I opened my mail and saw this book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uncharted Depths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A true story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes it was supposedly written by me. Naturally i was a bit (ok fine extremely) stunned. So i quickly tear off the covering and read it. Guess what? Its another valiant attempt at propoganda! By the singapore navy. It had a message from some commanding offices on the first page. The rest of the pages were blank. For me to write my experiences when i'm in the navy. Fat chance. If only they spent as much time actually training rather than doing this shit. Remind me one day and i'll show u the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Learned alot about astrology. Till now i thought that ur sign was only determined my ur birthdate. Well i was educated on MSN. Ok so i know that there's a sun sign, a moon sign, and a rising sigh. Hm, probably trying to tell me how i am in the day, in the night. and right after i wake up. U dont wanna see the last one. Trust me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Pisces Ascendant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pisces Rising can appear mysterious, illusive and fragile.  Unknowingly, they may soak up the emotions of those around them like a sponge and have a difficult time figuring out what happened.  They can have a challenging time with boundaries, and may appear vulnerable to being taken advantage of or masterful at taking advantage of others.  Pisces Rising has a great capacity for compassion and forgiveness, and as such, can be a healing force on the planet.  Pisces is a watery, mutable sign, ruled by the planet Neptune.  Neptune is a mystical planet and can blur the distinction between what is materially real and what is not, what is spiritually grounded and what is delusional thought.  Those with Pisces Rising may appear devout or deviant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats me. A sponge that takes advantage of others, at the same time healing and forgiving everyone. Ok so i may be just a skeptic, but after reading this i believe less in astrology than before. I just can't believe that my fate depends on my birthdate, name and gender. Thats crappier than a whole lot of bullshit. All this stuff is just randomisation to me. I'd have better luck trying to defeat yoda in a lightsaber duel than to predict my future using my birth date, age, weight and arm length. Load of bullshit, this is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And for those who faithfully read my blog, i shall try to do a better job than updating once a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'nuj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111945619041732180?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111945619041732180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111945619041732180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111945619041732180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111945619041732180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/06/awol.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111659319153305828</id><published>2005-05-20T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:46:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yucks. I'm in the military</title><content type='html'>Yup my life has now come to this sorry, sorry state. I'm enlisted for ns. yucks. and probably doing a stupid, boring and totally useless clerical job. Yes, thats what my 12 years of education is worth. A job typing useless documents for 8 hours each day. When i could be doing much better things, such as uni, or an actually worthwhile job. and after seeing the pathetic state of the staff at cmpb i'm even more reluctant to do ns. I reached there at 8.30 sharp for my medical, registered and waited for my name to be called. And waited. And waited. For more than 2 hours. Then i was given a mental health questionnaire. Whoopee. After answering a set of extremely stupid questions (e.g. Do you think you have superhuman powers?), i was kept waiting for another hour. Yay more time to admire the efficiency of the singapore government. And then (finally) i started doing my medical. In the perion of 4 hours i had a urine test, a blood test, dental check (for god knows what), another blood test (bloody blood suckers), a chest x-ray, an eye check, a hearing test, a heart rhythm check (hey this was actually mildly interesting, meaning that i actually was trying to understand what was going on, rather than exercising my creativity by making up insults for each and every aspect of singapore), a medical consultation, before which they forced us to sit half-naked in a freezing room while torturing us with aincient boy band songs, followed by a two hour test. Now i have no doubt that if singapore decides to construct concentration camps, hitler's ones woult look like amusement parks next to them. And i'm absolutely sure that singapore has the most efficient way of wasting time known to man. Bloody buggers caused me to miss my dota competition. Its now postponed to who-knows when. The match against 1a wasn't that great either. we lost. horribly. me bong calvin kex haynes. nothing more to say about that. really wanna beat oranges. i refuse to lose to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111659319153305828?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111659319153305828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111659319153305828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111659319153305828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111659319153305828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/05/yucks-im-in-military.html' title='yucks. I&apos;m in the military'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111492129873591906</id><published>2005-05-01T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T12:21:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday my uncle invited his friend over to dinner, and invited me along. Now this guy had graduated from IIT. Yup, the very place i want to go too. So basically i met him to ask his expert opinion on how to prepare for IIT and all that. Before this, everyone was telling me about how I'd have to mug my balls off to get into that place next year. But when i met him, he told me to relax, take life easily and dont rush it. study during NS and give the IIT entrance test after that. WOW! Thats one cool guy. My uncle told me this story about him. After graduating from IIT, he shifted to Australia with his family, and demanded admission into a business university. Obviously, the dean of that uni was pissed. He told him to get out and do his GMAT before coming back again. unfazed, he asked for the next test date. The dean told him that there was one in 2 days but obviously take the one in a month. Forget it, the guy said, and took it in 2 days. And got a good enuf score to get into the uni. After the dean finally closed his gaping moth he had to give my uncle's fren admission. Talk about genius. Yup the same guy who told me not to study like a dog now but relax. Cool. This jus shows that to be smart u dun hafta mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i finally got to bat in the nets for once. Durin saturday's training. Looking back, i think not joining cricket in sec 1 was the biggest mistake i made in my school life. Yup i really shd have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 reasons why to join cricket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cric is full of ppl who joke like there's no tmr, so trainings are never boring.&lt;br /&gt;2. Its not very physically demanding. Most of the time at least.&lt;br /&gt;3. The ppl there will relli support u if u need help.&lt;br /&gt;4. Its very satisfying even if u aren't in the team.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cricket is jus damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 trainings left for the j2s. I'll miss it once its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;'nuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111492129873591906?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111492129873591906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111492129873591906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111492129873591906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111492129873591906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday-my-uncle-invited-his-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111383410959050102</id><published>2005-04-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:13:54.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uproar</title><content type='html'>been a busy week.. last monday went to the band concert with rais.. had a bit of misgivings about it, but when i got there.. it was just great.. a smashing success by all band members.. smashing success.. and, yesterday.. i found myself at the choir concert.. and again it was great.. the mc's were screwed up though.. especially the guy.. din noe how to carry himself on stage, and kept making lame jokes that no one really wanted to hear.. but aside from that, brilliant performance by both choirs.. of course the ri choir really looked funny.. imagine sec 1 shorties beside jc ppl.. haha.. but the repetoir was really great.. the concert started off with a few combined pieces featuring both choirs, and once again i was brought back to my days in the ri choir.. i was seriously anti-choir when i first joined, almost quitting it to join some other cca, but looking back, i'm rather happy that i did not quit and continued with it.. and the fact that i had a really really malicious senior didn't help either.. he had this kind of viciousness that would make even the most hardened of school principals begging his mercy.. he got whacked up during ns though.. wasn't so peaky when he came to visit this time though :P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to the concert.. then the ri choir performed a few pieces.. really enjoyable pieces.. and then the rj choir performed.. great pieces, especially the one with the scream.. very interesting, all of them.. and yes, now the interesting part.. the acapella groups! 2 of them.. firstly, fringe.. no not your hair thats the name.. ok i copied that line from the mcs.. yup lame right? but their singing was really good, especially their solo pieces.. yes i could figure that out even though i dont understand chinese.. so then comes another group called punch! yes the mcs din let this opportunity go either.. lame jokes almost made me puke.. almost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this group decided to perform a small musical skit about a superhero contest.. of pancake woman vs gayman or smth like that.. finished laughing? then, the superheroes had to complete this great quets, which brought them to india.. good? i dont think so.. with their usual tact for racial issues, the punch ppl acted out this segment.. supposed to be in bombay (someone should tell them that the name was changed a super long time ago), with everyone speaking in supposedly indian accents (which no indian actually has).. and guess what song they decide to sing? munneru valiba!! great right? oh yeah, did i mention they were parading around doing exaggerated movements with their hands folded? i noe this may come as a profound shock to some of you, but the gesture of folded hands, is in fact (complete and absolute silence) a sign of prayer (shocked faces all around) not some casual dance move or shit you can just throw around for entertainment.. really? yeah its true.. yes i have made my share of racial jokes, but at least i dont go on stage and do a crude imitation of waving my joss stick filled hand in expectation of laughter from ppl.. so guys if it ever comes up again, dont do any shit like that.. it totally destroyed the rest of the musical from me, which was supposedly rather fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the alumni pieces were much better, including a moving solo from krishna, and a really nice tap dance (no i'm not joking) from candice.. after that the chorale come up again, ending the concert with a few well selected english pieces and the institution anthem.. overall it was a great concert, minus the mcs and punch, however not the best i've been to.. which happened to be the rgs choir concert in 2002.. not only was the singing great, it was really entertaining (in a nice way this time).. they composed and executed a musical entirely by themselves.. although it was a cinderella type of musical (where theres this poor, mistreated daughter whose father remarried, and wants to go to the prince's ball but her mother refuses and blahblah), it was still very nice.. you could see that they had really put alot of effort into the performance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good job rj choristers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;'nuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111383410959050102?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111383410959050102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111383410959050102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111383410959050102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111383410959050102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/04/uproar.html' title='uproar'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111330846131461533</id><published>2005-04-12T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:21:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why cant i lan?</title><content type='html'>recently whenever i go lanning some shit always comes up to stop me frm going.. last thurs we wnt there to play a bit b4 training.. guess wat? coms screwed up.. everyone else played but me and jana were bored to death.. and that stupid jack refused to give us other coms.. then i tried again on friday.. but jack screwed it up again.. the jerk ran off to some far away place leaving some unknown people in charge.. and they couldnt log on to the coms.. thanks jack thats the 2nd time u screwed it up for me.. being my usual never say die self, i tried again on sunday, with my fren from india.. he's a good cs player.. anw we usually play with other ppl but sadly there was no one else that day either.. crap.. and tmr hes coming over to my house at 1, so there isn't really much time for lanning either.. well hopefully soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really want to play dota with kex.. on opposing teams obviously.. this is how our convos usually go after he kills me or i kill him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: kex u suck!&lt;br /&gt;kex: shaddup la that was luck&lt;br /&gt;me: my ass.. i'll pawn u anytime!&lt;br /&gt;kex: come ah!&lt;br /&gt;me: bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;(laughter from everyone else.. sometimes the operator also comes in to tell us to shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vicious fight starts, and the cycle repeats again.. dont mind losing but thats what makes the lan memorable for me.. now i really cant wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;'nuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111330846131461533?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111330846131461533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111330846131461533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111330846131461533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111330846131461533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-cant-i-lan.html' title='why cant i lan?'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111262546865263686</id><published>2005-04-03T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:37:48.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a really fun saturday</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a really interesting day.. went for cricket training in the morning, but it got cancelled cos of the rain.. so instead we played soccer (yay!) and did our favourite thing.. yup thats right.. LAN!! as usual it was great.. but not as usual, i found myself under heavy flak from deepu.. the kind of insensitive and deeply wounding flak.. dunno mebbe he was just a bit sore at having lost.. but still, i dont really think that anything deserves that kind of attack.. from assholes i can understand.. but from deepu? and although i noe he din mean to say that crap, but i really didn't xpect this kind of thing from him.. its like everytime i feel that i have a good  friend i can rely on, i get hurt by that same person.. happened plenty of times, but i guess i nvr learn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went for our great cip.. the sm's dinner (sm is senior minister so dun get ideas).. xpected to be ushers again (bleargh) but we managed to be assigned to the slackest job available.. foto printing!.. so although we were stuck in a room for more than 6 hrs, it was quite ok.. and more enjoyable than ushering, according to some ppl.. we were under this old guy (ok fine 50 smth) who was more like a wierdo than an administrator.. whenever anyone called his name , he would shout YO!!! and barge his way over to that person.. perhaps we shd have told him that in  a room slightly bigger than a classroom, you don't have to shout at the top of your voice to be heard.. as if putting up with him wasn't bad enuf, we also were xpected to be happy with the food they got us.. seriously, that kind of food shd be banned.. shd sue them for attempted food poisoning =P.. and after these ordeals, we got to take fotos with each other.. quite funny how ppl (including me) were running abt trying to find a working camera and a printer to get the fotos.. this and the constant YO's resulted in total chaos.. but in the end we all were quite happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how abt today? quite boring actually.. nothing really worth mentioning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;'nuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111262546865263686?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111262546865263686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111262546865263686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111262546865263686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111262546865263686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/04/really-fun-saturday.html' title='a really fun saturday'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111216447740215346</id><published>2005-03-30T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:45:57.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everythings down</title><content type='html'>well the worst is almost over.. the cts were so bad that i cant bear to write it down.. so forget it.. after all i have no one to blame but me.. cant be bothered with that crap anymore.. just have to work harder.. work.. work.. work.. LAN! sigh i dont even know if i shd lan anymore.. my one passion and i'm actually considering dropping it till end of the exams.. yea a really long time.. can i do it? i guess its a test that i dont want to face, yet it stares right at me, every moment of my life.. sch sux.. studies suck.. i'm only here for my frens.. those who keep me sane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are others.. idiots who call me a stuck up moron who has nothing better to do than to act cocky the whole day.. oh yeah did i tell u? some of them have NEVER talked to me b4.. heck i dont even know their names.. whats wrong with them i'll never know.. i dont mind ppl calling me a stuck up brat or an arrogant moron or whatever shit, but have some guts to tell it in my face.. otherwise shut the hell up and get lost.. i'm not perfect, and if u think there's something wrong with me then come and tell me for crying out loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate backstabbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;'nuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111216447740215346?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111216447740215346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111216447740215346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111216447740215346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111216447740215346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/03/everythings-down.html' title='everythings down'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111172150173998476</id><published>2005-03-25T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T11:31:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complete faliure</title><content type='html'>yup the common tests are finally over.. but instead of beeling better i'm feeling worse than ever.. not only was this the worst exam i've ever done, but also the one i've failed to live up to my own expectations.. the only good thing abt it was the end.. i could at least slack without guilt.. as someone told me recently.. how am i supposed to achieve my life's dreams if i couldn't even reach my own expectations in these small exams? i guess its time to start some serious work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not easy to fail.. so i'm not doing it the next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;'nuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111172150173998476?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111172150173998476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111172150173998476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111172150173998476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111172150173998476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/03/complete-faliure.html' title='complete faliure'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111141946050430036</id><published>2005-03-15T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:37:40.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>common test danger</title><content type='html'>great, once again i find myself in a position where i have to work like a mad dog in order to finish a whole terms syllabus in one week.. well done tanuj ur screwed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with barely 6 days left to the tests i find myself studying with haynes everyday at thomson bk.. well not so much studying as much as talking.. and a bit of lanning.. so this isn't really a very effective way of studying but hey its fun.. and in the end we do manage to get quite a bit of work done so i guess its pretty much ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for everyone who has to go thru this horror like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111141946050430036?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111141946050430036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111141946050430036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111141946050430036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111141946050430036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/03/common-test-danger.html' title='common test danger'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-111045892180671541</id><published>2005-03-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:48:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been feeling a bit depressed lately... so depressed that i really dont feel like going back to school lately.. or seeing those goddammed people who have nothing better to do than to than to intrude into other peoples lives and fuck it up... its always the same nonsense everyday... some fatass will come and scream fucknuj in my face the whole day long, someone else will come and give me shit about tanushree, and another loser will blab about me and b5... but the worse part is those assholes who talk shit abt me behind their backs.. what some ppl won't do for attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;'nuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111045892180671541?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111045892180671541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111045892180671541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ahead. i entered with the desire to write direct engine's play. what's such a big deal about scriptwriting anyway? just write a story right? and nothing much about directing. or so i thought. but after i started writing the script did i realise what it meant to do this. getting an idea and developing it was more difficult than i ever thought. and even after the script was (somewhat) finalised, the troubles didn't end. my auditions were (in my opinion) a complete faliure. but after digging through the mess of people we finally found actors (again somewhat) suitable for the roles, or in my words, the best among the worst. yes it was a totally unfounded statement - after all i had only seen them act once. and then, the actual rehearsals and direction. horrible and hopeless - the only words i had for them, but then again, it was largely my fault that they were so - a first time director is always less effective than needed. but here i really must thank my actors and my co-director. guys, you were the ones who pushed me on. the work you put in in actually memorising the script , the raw effort u took to get into your roles just told me that i just had to go on. and after all those late nights, after all the endless discussions, after all that stress and after all the criticisms i got from people, we made it through. engine won the dramafeste. i couldn't have done it without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cast: &lt;/strong&gt;when i first auditioned them, i knew immediately the outcome of dramafeste - engine was gonna lose again.. haha.. ok not so bad, was just my perspective. you guys improved so much in the days ahead.. and i'm quite sure it was by your own accord.. in any case if i really did help improve your acting it was your determination that brought this play to where it is.. all of you guys.. wesley, ronnie, vanessa, indu, danny, qiao li, carmen, david, hanzhang, zheng yi, grace.. thanks so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The crew: &lt;/strong&gt;firstly i must apologise for not knowing all your names.. even if i enlisted most of you three days b4 the performance =P.. anyway guys you all exceeded my wildest expectations.. the stage crew was superb, never missing a beat in the rearrangement of the stage.. and yes the famous taxi.. sorry to everyone who spent days building it just to see it unused in the performance.. you were great guys.. and even though you were never seen on stage (i believe that's the idea), you perfectly executed your part in bringing this play to the top.. Thanks guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiling: &lt;/strong&gt;this one is my co-scriptwriter and director, and incidentally the one who brought up great ideas.. everytime i becabe disillusioned with the play (too many times to count) she would always help me see the good side of it.. i believe she had some problem doing that in the beginning.. thanks for all the support when i got to down.. couldn't have gone anywhere near this without your help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys for helping me achieve my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-111141692129672843?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/111141692129672843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=111141692129672843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111141692129672843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/111141692129672843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/02/great-dramafeste-escapade.html' title='the great dramafeste escapade'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-110828000648244822</id><published>2005-02-13T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T15:33:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah the cny break.. best one in a long time.. the whole week was holiday except for monday... from tues to sun... haha.. and everyone else had sch on fri... and my parents went to dubai.. so i had the whole house to myself... mostly.. so had alot of fun.. anyway in case anyone of u haven't realised, i'm directing my faculty's play in dramafest.. on 24th and 25th feb.. so if anyone wants tix then ask me.. till next time... and enjoy ur v day everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanuj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-110828000648244822?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/110828000648244822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=110828000648244822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110828000648244822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110828000648244822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/02/ah-cny-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-110665817357067002</id><published>2005-01-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:02:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/200/DSC01059.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my foto&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-110665817357067002?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/110665817357067002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=110665817357067002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110665817357067002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110665817357067002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-foto_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-110665648242651115</id><published>2005-01-25T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T20:37:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn those "actors"</title><content type='html'>everyone i meet tells me that ppl from engine can't act, but i didn't believe that... that is until i held dramafeste auditions, and i'm still baffled how anyone can act a happy scene devoid of emtions, and turn it into a fight. and how they smile when their pet dog is supposed to be dead. i mean how can these guys even tell me that they think they can act well if they can't change their expressions... Arrgh... hope the next batch is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-110665648242651115?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/110665648242651115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=110665648242651115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110665648242651115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110665648242651115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/01/damn-those-actors.html' title='damn those &quot;actors&quot;'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-110649244310595086</id><published>2005-01-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:00:43.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripter</title><content type='html'>Ah finally.. the engine dramafeste script is done! after days of writing, editing and fine-tuning, it is still one of the most confusing plays i've ever seen (which isn't saying much cos i've seen like only 6 plays to date.. more or less...) if anyone wants to see it, ask me when i'm online...  i've not done 6 tutorials, and 2 assignments while making this. so i'm gonna get killed tmr by my trs... but anyway till next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-110649244310595086?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/110649244310595086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=110649244310595086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110649244310595086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110649244310595086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/01/scripter.html' title='Scripter'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108073.post-110577166398219974</id><published>2005-01-15T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T14:47:43.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very first entry</title><content type='html'>15 jan o5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week was extremely shagging.. din do tutorials, got a ton of homework.. nothing new.. but going for my first cricket training was fun and tiring..  ok gotta write dramafeste script now.. cya later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108073-110577166398219974?l=fastpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/feeds/110577166398219974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108073&amp;postID=110577166398219974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110577166398219974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108073/posts/default/110577166398219974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastpost.blogspot.com/2005/01/very-first-entry.html' title='very first entry'/><author><name>Tanuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131795453408759592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/3183/640/DSC01059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
