<?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-8528445427729372369</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:19:56.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggyboo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7585483753274745401</id><published>2010-05-31T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:43:11.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I am a really awesome person. I had done so many kind deeds thispast few days that I am losing count of it. I am juz totally awesome. Here are the list of my kind deeds, just so you guys can reflect upon your misdeeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) When I am going cinema buying popcorns combo with the money sponsored by my friend's brother, I used part of the money to buy a big bucket of popcorn for the cute little 5 yr old boy behind me who begged his mom to buy one for me. Talk abt random act of kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) I actually communicated with my neighbours during the not-so-nieghbourly meeting of ours. In fact, I had formed a truce with him so now I can look out of the windows as and when i like without seeing some kind of graphic image :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) When attending a random wedding this week (yes i do attend random wedding without being invited) I actually clapped for the couple instead of wandering why ppl want to sign a piece of paper to confirm their love for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) I consoled a young little girl who cried during fencing. I suck at consoling ppl, and i am scared of crying kids, but the fact i did tried made me so proud of myself. And i bought her ice cream from B&amp;amp;J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) Ok, maybe this is not underr kindness, but i read a cute? LOVE story,which is one of my worse phobia. Even though, i feel like closing the tab while reading it, i persevere and finished till the very end. ANd the story is real sappy, dun believe go read it. Maybe the romantics will luv it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is not all. I actually had more, but i decided to stop bragging. Maybe now i shld commit some not-so-kind act to balance all the kind act i cant believe i actually did! :D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7585483753274745401?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7585483753274745401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7585483753274745401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7585483753274745401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7585483753274745401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-i-am-really-awesome-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-3726444676262785340</id><published>2010-04-24T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T03:07:02.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I went to watch "Date Night" alone, well, at least i was planning to watch alone. Btw, before i digress, "Date night" is a not that bad of a movie. It is the only movie in the romance genre that i did not fell asleep. Amazing rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, i was planning to watch the movie alone in the dark. But, my stupid neighbour (the one that didnt close the window so i can see him changing) decided to tag along! What's his problem?  Because i am juz that nice, i let him tag along. It seems like we cannot watch movies tgt. Firstly, he likes to disturb me, and i hate disturbance during a movie (who doesnt?) And playing with my hair, i hate people touching my hair . The only good thing is i get to have free poppy and drinks and free movie tickets. Benefits of having a rich neighbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just send one lenghty email to this girl who spammed my mailbox with pbl surveys. I know it's the peak period now, but honestly, find better ways to announce it rather than spamming my mailbox. I damn irritated, can?! (No using singlish elaine) I wont do the surveys that was sent to my mailbox, ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's just end the complaints here.&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/8528445427729372369-3726444676262785340?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3726444676262785340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=3726444676262785340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3726444676262785340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3726444676262785340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2010/04/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7533855502592415117</id><published>2010-02-17T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:29:38.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear A-maths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I understand we have a love-hate relationship, but soemtimes, when I look at you in your oh-so -numeric face, I have the urge to kill myself. I don't know whether our relationship is suicidal or healthy, but I believe you know that in order to make a relationship to work, both parties have to compromise. I am already tolerating you (all those maths problems I did are proof), but you don't seem to be doing the same. Please, I beg you for once, make yourself easier, so that both our lives will be better. I don't know whether it's because you are going to end your relationship with me, but you seem to be harder to understand. I believe you know what I am trying to get, but don't worry, I will always 'love' you. But don't test my patience, cos I might just dump you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7533855502592415117?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7533855502592415117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7533855502592415117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7533855502592415117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7533855502592415117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-maths-i-understand-we-have-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1075263643129952895</id><published>2009-12-25T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:50:48.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am freezing my ass off in London. Christmas may not be that merry after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1075263643129952895?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1075263643129952895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1075263643129952895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1075263643129952895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1075263643129952895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-freezing-my-ass-off-in-london.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-186496853859581576</id><published>2009-12-05T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:38:41.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's snowing here in NY. I love snow :D I shall go out and have a snowfight. But it would be weird to throw snowballs at the sidewalks. (It's a good chance for me to wear my ear muffs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-186496853859581576?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/186496853859581576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=186496853859581576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/186496853859581576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/186496853859581576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-snowing-here-in-ny.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5974492964595431530</id><published>2009-11-28T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:19:06.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cryptograms are so cool ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5974492964595431530?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5974492964595431530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5974492964595431530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5974492964595431530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5974492964595431530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/cryptograms-are-so-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2525024904833167598</id><published>2009-11-26T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:10:04.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Call me insanely slow or watever, but I just realise that New Moon is now showing in theatres. Well, one thing for sure, I am not watching it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just realise my parents are movies buffs, which can be really irritating at times. They like to quote movies (a very recent behaviour) and whenever one mentions some lines from a movie, the other will shout (yes, shout) the name of the movie. Well, it would be totally exciting if i can join in their fun game, but the thing is, i am not that into movies plus i dun watch much movies. My parents were watching Cassablanca (was it spelled with a double "s"?)yesterday, but all i saw were black and white pictures and it juz doesnt interest me, even though my parents insisted it was the greatest film of all time. And my parents will say the next line b4 the actors and actresses even said it. My other sisters were watching Disney Movies and I joined them. At least it's better than black and white pictures. They were watching Tarzan and Mulan. The thing about Tarzan is the girl Jane? Was her name Jane? Anw, well Jane fell in luv with Tarzan which is simply unrealistic cos Tarzan cant even speak a human language. I noe she taught him and all that, but to me, Tarzan is better off with another ape. He is just so not human. And the movie Mulan is totoally unrealistic. It took place in China and yet they spoke in English. Aren't they suppose to talk in Chinese, but considering that it is after all a Disney movie, i guess it is accpetable. And all the guys in the movies are too good to be true. The guys nowadays are worse than pigs. Disney really give women unrealistic expectations of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I shld be a normal human and just go to the cinema and watch movies. The only thing about cinema that appeals me is the popcorn combo. But the bad thing is, I tend to sit beside noisy kissing couple and ppl who fell asleep watching the movie and drool on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ranting aside. Mun Yun, I have come up with a wonderful (and angsty) story for Victoire, so you better read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2525024904833167598?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2525024904833167598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2525024904833167598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2525024904833167598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2525024904833167598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/call-me-insanely-slow-or-watever-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-378427749069495992</id><published>2009-11-25T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:57:08.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I have changed my novel's genre from sci-fic to young adult, there is some (very little) romance in my novel. Surprising, I know, for someone who doesnt like romance. But i guess writing romance is not as easy as I tot. The hardest part is thinking of original romantic dialogue followed by creating chemistry between the two characters. I can't create chemistry for God's sake. According to Mic, who says romance novels nids lots of UST (unresolved sexual tension) to make it nice. But i can't even create chemistry between two, how can i create UST. I went back to read the dialogue between two of my characters, they sound more like enemies than would-be-lovers. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: You remind me of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hmm..why? Is it because I am wild and romantic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Er...nope. It's because you make me sick. (He is sea sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now you get my point. If the above dialogue sounds famaliar, I think you probably read it somewhere. I think i read it somewhere b4, but i dun rmb. Anyway, so i deleted the above dialogue and wrote something more , ahem, romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: Why did you want to be with me? Are you stupid? You know i am going to&lt;br /&gt;die, i won't give u any stupid happiness! Being with me will only guarantee more&lt;br /&gt;pain than good. Tell me why you want to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Because being with you is not something, it's kind of&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: ... (i wanted to write that he rolled his eyeball but that would spoil&lt;br /&gt;the mood, so no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think this is more romantic compared to the previous one, but somehow, I find the girl very slutty after saying that. So again i deleted it. And now, this scene has no dialogue at all. Cue intensed, prolonged stare. So this two are kind of juz staring at each other without saying anything. (But isnt that kind of romantic too?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic was so angry after reading it that she threatened to make me watch hundreds of chick flicks until i can write a proper scene. If there is one thing i hate more than chick lit, it's romantic comedies. So i am gonna squeeze all my brain juice and think of a nice, not so slutty dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those who duno wat my novel is about, it's abt 10 diff ppl and their lives. So i will write the story of each of these people. But these people are related to each other. Cousins, uncles, etc. Their story is interconnected, hence the title. There is a common theme for all these stories and that is love. But only one of them is romantic love. The rest is all fatherly love, friend love, watever love, but juz not love in the romantic kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. I am doing a bit of romance for NaNo this yr so that i wont have to do it again next yr. At least, Mic cant say I did not try to write romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-378427749069495992?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/378427749069495992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=378427749069495992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/378427749069495992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/378427749069495992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-i-have-changed-my-novels-genre-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-4113215328027704883</id><published>2009-11-25T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:17:15.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drowsy and sleep (thanks to the fever pink pills), I open my NaNoWriMo's page and there was this big fat words "You Won". Guess being sick kind of ruin the mood, i didnt even whooped in euphoria. I am just glad that the green bar is now purple even though i dun like purple. So I went to collect my winners goodies. Btw, i changed my whole story, so I kind of re-do everything on the 23rd. It's kind of magical that I could finish it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't stand it anymore. I think I will go back to sleep. &lt;em&gt;Bonne Nuit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-4113215328027704883?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4113215328027704883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=4113215328027704883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4113215328027704883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4113215328027704883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/drowsy-and-sleep-thanks-to-fever-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-3390108601781939408</id><published>2009-11-22T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:44:32.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes! The disgusting blue bar had finally become green. I officially crossed the 50k mark. Success is more of bitter than sweet. But that's not the end of my novel yet. In fact, i think i am only in the middle of my novel, so i think i am gonna churn out 20k words a day to make it to the deadline. Then I am going to get my published novel in the States since they I can collect it earlier than in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think i am going to donate to NaNoWriMo. I desperately want the halo. It make you seem like some kind of angel, plus i had been collecting so many freebies from that website, i kind of feel bad by not donating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, Happy (Early) Thanksgiving, although i really doubt you guys celebrate it. My family kind of make it compluslory to celebrate (but they dun really care about christmas other than buying giffts), I think it's more of an excuse to see if the things they had done for us are being recognised or appreciated by us. Every year, we have to read out this long list of thanks to the people (including neighbours). But luckily, this year i am not the one that is gonna to announce the long list of thanks. It's my sis turn, which mean i can write whatever stupid thanks I want. Last year, she made me read out an embarrassing thank dedicated to my aunt My aunt looks like she is gonna explode soon after hearing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, it's time to take my sweet revenge. After all, revenge is best served cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-3390108601781939408?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3390108601781939408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=3390108601781939408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3390108601781939408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3390108601781939408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-disgusting-blue-bar-had-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8099196794020540328</id><published>2009-11-19T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:50:41.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excerpts from my novel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I looked at him, he stared back at me with his intense and shiny black&lt;br /&gt;eyes. My heart skipped a beat. This is my final chance before he is gone. I&lt;br /&gt;have to have him. He is mine and nobody is allowed to steal him away from&lt;br /&gt;me. He opened his mouth but it was too late. I shut him up&lt;br /&gt;effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Misleading eh? For those who dunno, they might think i am writing a romance novel. Wait till, u read the next part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I grabbed the snake and twisted his head. Poor snake, didn't he know&lt;br /&gt;it's no use hissing for help. Nobody will hear him or rather, there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;to hear. I drained the venom from his tongue and proceeded, with a skilful and&lt;br /&gt;practised hand, to rip the poor snake. At least dinner is guaranteed&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8099196794020540328?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8099196794020540328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8099196794020540328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8099196794020540328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8099196794020540328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/excerpts-from-my-novel-i-looked-at-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-21616239156454634</id><published>2009-11-18T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:55:45.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission (im)possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate it when people ask "So are we cool?" right after a huge argument. Can't they see I will never be cool with them, especially right after a huge argument. The least they can do is to ask this question one week later and not right after an argument &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(On a random note)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mission: Eradicate? Cockroaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target:Ricky, the cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Age: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Height: 1.5 inch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eye color: Shiny black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skin color: Murky brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mission commenced at 10:30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;007 location: In the study room, facebooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target location: Hiding somewhere in the cupboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target approaching the desk with two irrelavant cockroaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actions: Communicating with feelers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Notes: Ricky is as ugly as a cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strike one: Target is the father of two young roaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strike two: Target has questionable taste in books (he's crawling round my maths textbook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:37am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target is making its way towards the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;007 will report back once she closed the window so as to prevent the target from jumping off(so that she can kill the target personally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:38am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target is nowhere to be found after crawling too fast back to his hiding place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hypothesis: Updating this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;007 status: Excited to see the doom of the target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target can run but he can't hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target spotted, crawling under my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another cockroach walks in and target is checking her (or him) out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out style: Touching her (or him) with feelers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;007 status: Feel like puking after seeing how cockroaches flirt with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strike three: Target might be a fan of bigamist. He has a wife and still check others out. (My dad happen to kill his wife) So maybe he's just lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target's homosexuality: May be one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oo7 status: Holding a can of insecticide spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:48am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target: Left his gf (or bf) and was crawling further into the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oo7 status: Disgusted by how ugly cockroach looks like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:50am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target: MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oo7 status: Sitting on her bed waiting for the cockroach to come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:53am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target: Feelers poking out from under the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;007 status: Really close to the cockroach and positioning the insecticide spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:54am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target: Completely unaware of 007's existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;007 status: On the move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:55am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target:Looking innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;007 status: Pressing the nozzle of the spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:56am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oo7: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target has managed to duck the spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11:01am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target: Heading towards the curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;007 status: low-profile and stealthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11:03am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target: Unmoving, at the curtain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;007 status: Gleeing, holding the can of spray again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11:04am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target: Still unmoving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oo7 status: Scared of cockroach, scream for father's help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11:06am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Target: Dead, lying on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oo7 status: Heave a sigh of relief and was scolded by dad for being timid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mission: Complete (albeit not by me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dunno wat's with me, but this is the more exciting way of presenting how I insane i am. In case, u r still wondering, 007 is me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-21616239156454634?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/21616239156454634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=21616239156454634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/21616239156454634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/21616239156454634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/mission-impossible.html' title='Mission (im)possible'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5599442712767647097</id><published>2009-11-17T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:42:09.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost every blog i read has this quiz. I think i shall do it for the fun of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Name something you hate.&lt;br /&gt;It's rather obvious *point to my post on my library proposal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;This only happens in Hollywood movies. Truth is, nobody will do such thing since u will most likely catch a cold the next day or slip on the floor and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares you more: snakes, spiders, or cockroaches?&lt;br /&gt;I have an irrational fear of cockroaches and I have no idea why i fear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather do the dishes or clean your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;Neither is the word. But if I have to choose, it will be doing dishes, cos my bedroom is cluttered with things and i am scared that while cleaning it, i may chance upon a skeleton in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand football?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Isn't it a bunch of sweaty guys chasing after a goddamned ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's bed did you lay in last(that wasn’t your own)?&lt;br /&gt;my pig's. Yes, my pig has a bed (actually, it was my old bed, but since i dun use it, i let me piggies slp on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed anyone whose name starts with a K?&lt;br /&gt;King Kong? Haha..no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a J, K, L, M, C or D?&lt;br /&gt;No. I am saliva conscious so i dun kiss ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone phones you at 3:00 AM; who do you expect it to be?&lt;br /&gt;A clown. I always fantasize a clown calling me late at night after i watch a horror movie abt some stupid clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;The sound of me typing on the keyboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be okay if your boyfriend/ girlfriend was friends with an ex?&lt;br /&gt;That would be interesting. I dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next time you'll fly on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Haha...30th Nov o9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is English your first language?&lt;br /&gt;No. It's French. (eng, duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of 2012?&lt;br /&gt;Why shld i be afraid of 2012? Any special reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you uncomfortable with being photographed?&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been engaged?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you cry at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;I always laff at wedding. Cos the couple is stupid enuf to get married. You dunnid to sign a paper or spend thousands of dollars to show that u love each other. In short, I think marriage is a very unnecessary thing. I would nv marry even if i love my partner very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone lay his/her head on your chest and listen to your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Er...i assume that would be ticklish so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been addicted to something that was harmful to your health?&lt;br /&gt;Is coffee harmful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather watch the Disney Channel or the Discovery Channel?&lt;br /&gt;Discovery Channel. I used to be addicted last yr cos i love watching documentaries abt pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain your relationship status:&lt;br /&gt;Single and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had sex with more than 25 partners?&lt;br /&gt;If i say yes, will u believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes! My mum suggest i try drawing some designs so i will noe of which design to choose by the time i am 18. But i was thinking on drawing a simple pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to on the phone, what about?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle cos' she wants to stalk some guy and demand me to give her his address -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;To steady my breathing so that i can slp. I have serious insomnia and my mum is asking me to see a doctor to treat it. So i have a doc appointment on 23 nov -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laughed at something that wasn't meant to be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anybody in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;I am not the touchy feely kind of person so, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anybody today?&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like explaining again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a panic attack?&lt;br /&gt;Dun tink so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I went to look at the mirror once, and i realise they are very very dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ignore people when you're mad/upset with them?&lt;br /&gt;Am i suppose to joke with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you swear a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Jelly and pudding. I am a shameless jelly monster. I even ate jellies meant for the elderlys. But in my defense, they dun want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?&lt;br /&gt;My pigs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always answer your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Not always. But sometimes if i like you or if you are really lucky, i do pick up ur phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the last person you kissed moved away, would you be sad?&lt;br /&gt;I dun tink i have kiss anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your phone rings, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;Hello *if i dun recognise the person* who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;I can talk to anyone even if he is drunk and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was last night enjoyable for you?&lt;br /&gt;Neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last eat Chinese food with?&lt;br /&gt;The last time i ate chinese food was one week ago, so it has to be with my family. (i didnt eat any chinese food this week cos my mom wants to try cooking western food e.g. mash potatoes and steak or salad, and let's just say, my mum's culinary skill is not that good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I plan to conquer my fear of cockroaches and my dad has hatched a plan to help me with it and i am not exactly looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;yes and i regret it. If there is an essay tat ask me to write sth i regret, i will definitely write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get drunk every weekend?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you successfully blow up and tie a balloon?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and i look forward to obs and sleeping with wild boars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you tell the most to?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i tell the most to anyone who wants to talk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the next concert you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Is Musical Evening counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever faked sick?&lt;br /&gt;yes. I did it in pre-sch but my mum let me gets away with it. But once i am in pri sch, no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you use some sleep right now?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I dun kiss anyone, not even my parents. Pathetic, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What was the last pill that you took?&lt;br /&gt;Some pills for my swollen lips. (yea, i have a swollen lip now due to some stupid ulcer, so my mouth basically looks like some sausage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever crawled through your window?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It was after sch and i forgot to bring the key for my door (i rmb to bring the gate key yet i forget to bring my house key) so i threw my sch bag into my room thru the window and proceeded to climb out the window. That was when i was p4 and i am still amazed by my stupidity. I could have just wait at the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of pants are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Short pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What year do you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;From where? If it is sec sch, it would be 2011. If it is jc, it would be 2013. if it is uni, it would be 2016.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have no heat in winter or no A/C in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;No heat in winter. I am a winter fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you sleep alone last night?&lt;br /&gt;Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing any bracelets?&lt;br /&gt;Sth that goes around my wrist? No way. I will feel constricted, like i am tied down to sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough?&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without an L.&lt;br /&gt;Eaine. Not bad. Rhymes with maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you copy and paste this survey?&lt;br /&gt;No. I type it one by one *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;br /&gt;No, my whole family hates pink so almost nth is pink in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;br /&gt;Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents together?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakes or Oceans?&lt;br /&gt;Oceans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your friend told you what was on their mind, would you blow up at them?&lt;br /&gt;Not really? Why would i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go out of town during the Summer?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any Mozart on your iPod?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, my piano tr kind of forced it on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you went to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name every sport you've ever done:&lt;br /&gt;Floorball, soft ball, running, fencing, table tennis, swimming, judo, foot ball, basketball, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Ion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink beer?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, but it was only when i went to some countries during the winter, and my dad gave me the permission to drink beer to keep me warm. But i am not exactly a fan of beer, my sis is the one. I think i prefer vodka =X But i only tried it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to Build-A-Bear?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my sis still went to vivo build a bear to help my bear buy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink Mountain Dew?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but coke is nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know your moms maiden name?&lt;br /&gt;Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing matching socks?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I am not wearing any socks now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever traveled out of your country?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Technically, i am grade 8 now in the US system. But in Singapore, i am sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Winter or maybe fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are three ways to win your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Why do u want to win my heart? I wont give it to u anyway. I will die without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like lightning?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever cut someone else’s hair?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person you said ‘i hate you’ to?&lt;br /&gt;...Too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain or sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last stupid thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;Drank a cup of water which my sis said she just spit on it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biggest turn off?&lt;br /&gt;anyone who drop the bitch bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you date someone who was addicted to drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Why not? Nobody is perfect, isnt tat what ppl say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s your biggest turn on, physically?&lt;br /&gt;A snout for a nose...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you have sex with someone you weren’t dating?&lt;br /&gt;OooOo...that's what always happen in chick lit...and the answer to the ques is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever missed someone and regretted breaking up with them?&lt;br /&gt;I am such a kind girl. I dun break up with anyone (cos i am not dating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever dated someone more than once?&lt;br /&gt;No and will never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like cuddling?&lt;br /&gt;I am not a touchy feely person so, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you hold grudges?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, but i forget them rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how important are looks?&lt;br /&gt;If i like pigs, do u tink looks mean anything to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you rather date someone who was SUPER-HOT or someone who was nice?&lt;br /&gt;someone who is nice..duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you fight over someone you wanted to be with?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you kiss on the 1st date?&lt;br /&gt;Will never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone cheated on you, would you take them back if you really loved them?&lt;br /&gt;Why thing i cant stand is cheater *refer to my post on the pig story* So, no, even if the person claims it is a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random girl comes up to you and says “who the hell are you”? What do you say back?&lt;br /&gt;Biaa--itch. Haha..no, i think i will juz ignore the person, but if she continue asking, i will have to kick her to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun tink so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name three things you would not tolerate in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Cheating, cheating and cheating. (lying to me is part of cheating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you miss anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person to see you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Cant rmb. I think my tear glands went haywire. I havent cry for such a long long time. I think not since i was a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who/what last made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you ever share a girl/boyfriend with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, why not? I find joy in sharing. Plus she's my best fren, of cos i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ve come to realize the last person who gave me a hug…&lt;br /&gt;is someone who dunno me well and still went ahead and hug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are most of your friends guys or girls?&lt;br /&gt;Girls, considering the fact that i have been in a girl sch all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long does it take you to get ready to go out ?&lt;br /&gt;2 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people do you know of named Adam, who are they?&lt;br /&gt;The only Adam i noe is this geeky kid in my fencing class and he is really anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are any of your friends cheerleaders ?&lt;br /&gt;Yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was the last thing you burnt ?&lt;br /&gt;An egg i tried to fried. Apparently, i inherited my mum's lousy culinary skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to type (omg, is this quiz ending soon?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you straighten your hair every day?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you the typical girl who’s addicted to gossip?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i am the one tat find out gossip, so wat do u tink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;It's a rather stupid and bimbotic behaviour. If the guy likes you, he shld like you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you ever cry during a romantic movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No and will never. I dun watch much romantic movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you leave the house without makeup on?&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a girly-girl, tomboy, or in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;Middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is pink truly the best color in the entire universe?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s the most expensive piece of clothing you own?&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid blouse my mom bought from Marc Jacobs. According to my mum, it cost $250 plus, and i only wore it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what color(s) do you absolutely despise?&lt;br /&gt;Pink (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you set your hair on fire?&lt;br /&gt;And end up with a hair like ming en? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wear sweat pants?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know anyone who has lost their virginity?&lt;br /&gt;Of course! Then how do u tink i exist? How do u tink my parents exist? (eww..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever ran into a door because you didn’t see it?&lt;br /&gt;No :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t 50 Cent suck?&lt;br /&gt;Kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you act gangster?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and lots of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;I dun tink i kiss anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did you want to be when you were growing up?&lt;br /&gt;Wrong ques to ask cos i have lots to tell. I wanted to be an archaeologist when i was K2. During p2, i wanted to be a scientist (dun ask me why) and when i am in p4, i wanted to be a psychiatrist. Then p5, i want to be therapist and in p6, i want to be psychologist. And yes, there is a diff actually. In sec 1, i want to be toilet cleaner and sec 2, i wanted to be aborter, gossip journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Pillow fight with the guys older than you. Cos they dun dare to hit u back so u will always win. But if u r looking for a challenge, try 6-yr-old boy, they are competitive as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did you first start feeling older?&lt;br /&gt;I still feel young (and stupid). Being in ms ang's class kind of make me feel like a child forever. Ms ang is always nagging abt us not maturing or watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you hate about your school?&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you lost a friend recently?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it easier to forgive, or to forget?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your best friend pretty?&lt;br /&gt;The only best fren i ever had is Michelle. And she is promoted to ex-best fren now since she is getting on my nerves. So if u want me to judge on my ex-best fren, i tink i find her ugly but ppl tell me she is pretty. Depends on who you ask. I still think she is a irritating, ugly and crazy woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you make yourself cry?&lt;br /&gt;I cant! My tear glands went haywire like i said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your life simple or complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you easily confused?&lt;br /&gt;about? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you taller than 5′4″?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :D i hope i am taller than 5'8'' cos i am only 5'6'' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever liked someone who treated you like crap?&lt;br /&gt;I will hate the person if she treat me like crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your current hair color mostly your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Of cos it's natural. Why would i dye my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does everything really happen for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so...or maybe not.&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/8528445427729372369-5599442712767647097?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5599442712767647097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5599442712767647097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5599442712767647097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5599442712767647097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/almost-every-blog-i-read-has-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-3086748636087289160</id><published>2009-11-17T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:23:21.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what's worse than chick lit? Hen lit! Yes, apparently, such thing existed. And it's usually abt single moms or dads finding love. Gosh, what's with this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-3086748636087289160?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3086748636087289160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=3086748636087289160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3086748636087289160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3086748636087289160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-whats-worse-than-chick-lit-hen.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1939624076480893199</id><published>2009-11-15T04:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:10:59.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am addicted to Starbucks Peppermint Mocha. I didn't noe they sell it the whole year round, i tot it was only during the christmas season, but the cup is nicer during the christmas season since it is red instead of the normal boring white. If i had known, i wouldnt wait until now to buy it. Silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1939624076480893199?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1939624076480893199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1939624076480893199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1939624076480893199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1939624076480893199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-addicted-to-starbucks-peppermint.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1419044081100860995</id><published>2009-11-13T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:43:05.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went winter-clothing shopping today with my mum and i bought like 10 different pairs of ear muffs which is used to prevent ur ears from dropping off. They are so cute. It's like a large headphone, juz tat it is decorated with nice fluffy furs. Instead of shopping for jackets, i spent 2 hr picking out nice ear muffs. I didnt noe they still sell those. I tot it's outdated since ppl wear a beanie or hat to cover the ears. I probably would nv wear the ear muffs in new york but they r too cute to resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dunno wat's with my mom and her obsession with trench coat but she kept on asking me to try them on while i was busy choosing those lovely ear muffs. And trench coats just doesnt look nice on me. I hate belts and the stupid trench coat my mum chose for me juz has belts. In fact buying all these winter clothing is rather useless, since 1) i would nv leave my hotel (and hotel has heater) unless i am going out to eat. 2) I hate wearing an extra layer of coat. Long sleeve and jeans suit me just fine even when it is like 10 degree outside. Wearing an xtra layer of coat can be rather troublesome as u have to remove it once u reach a restaurant or u will be feeling hot since restaurant by right, shld have their heater on. And all those xtra coat, u will have to find a place to dump it and i hate putting them on my lap as i am a messy eater and food somehow juz like to fall on my lap so i will dirty the clothes instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end, my mum bought 7 new trench coats for me tat i nv even try on. My mum juz buy the size base on instinct, and let me tell you, her instinct is the last thing u can trust. She bought my sch skirt base on instinct, and i have to adjust it everytime and hold the skirt to prevent it from dropping. So those 7 trench coat will either end up in the salvation army or i will give it to some beggers along the streets at NYC. After all, it's winter there and they deserve an early christmas present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And with this, i shall go feed my ear muffs addiction by buying more ear muffs later on when my mum goes to a new winter clothing shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. Ear muffs are really handy when u r being nagged by ur parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1419044081100860995?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1419044081100860995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1419044081100860995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1419044081100860995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1419044081100860995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-went-winter-clothing-shopping-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5424286897301775587</id><published>2009-11-13T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:36:11.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday night, actually it wasnt really night, since it was like 2 am in the morning, i heard something banging or crashing on my gates. Since everyone is asleep, i think even the fishes are, naturally, i am the only one left to check the commotion. I looked out of the window and see a figure. Being curious and i am like so damn free, i ran down the stairs and crossed the lawn to the gates. End up is this wasted guy outside my gate making noise and banging on my gates, which makes no sense, since i dunno him. So i asked him what he is doing here and tried to chase him away. But he is like muttering gibberish and i cant afford to wake my mum cos i will be scolded if i interrupted her beauty sleep. My dad sleeps like a pig so of cos he wont wake up. And calling my sis has absolutely no use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i tried to push him away from my gate when i realised that if i push him any further, he will be on the road and if a car happened to passed by, he would be so dead. I obviously dowan to see blood and broken parts outside my house. So i tried to kick him to my neighbour's house. Kicking him is the best since he is as drunk as hell and prolly wont rmb anything the next day. But when i was kicking him (really gently cos i am just so kind), he grabbed my leg, so i was standing on one foot and i almost fall down. Luckily, those stupid warm ups we do b4 mass run and my exercise of not holding onto railings during mrt rides helps, and i actually could balance myself and so i nv fall. I tried to wriggle my leg out of his hand, and while doing that, i accidentally kicked him in his face, and he was in pain so he let go of my leg. By now, he was groaning damn loudly and i was looking around nervously in case anyone accuse me of assaulting him which i did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dunno whether if he is too fat or i am too weak, i cant move him and it doesnt feel nice kicking stranger so i juz leave him outside my gate -.+. But since i am kind, i went to my house and took out a blanket (the one my sis steal from airplanes and we dun use it at all only to put it in drawer to collect dust) And i juz dump the blanket on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next morning, the guy apparently returned the blanket back to my mum (since she is the first to wake up) and thanked her (which i dun understand, since i am the one who is kind enough to give him the blanket) My mum was appalled (duh, since she noes nth). End up, he is drunk as hell and mistook my house for his house (his house is 2 streets down mine). My mum was like telling me i shld ignore ppl next time esp when it is late at night bcos i could be robbed, kidnapped or rape. Apparently, none of them happen and my mum doesnt approve of tat young man drinking and tell us not to take too much alcohol next time we r of legal age to drink. So an act of kindness resulted in me being scolded and nagged. It doesnt pay to be kind -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5424286897301775587?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5424286897301775587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5424286897301775587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5424286897301775587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5424286897301775587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-night-actually-it-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-3729265672994732579</id><published>2009-11-09T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:00:15.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was sorting thru all my documents in my Mac today to delete the really old files so that i can give it to my friend's friend tuition teacher's daughter. I dun even noe her well but since i dun really use Mac nowadays and i feel weird using it cos i am used to Pc, i must as well do some charity work to accumulate good karmas. I guess i have too much bad karmas in my previous life that i end up being the same class as Eleanor and Joan Chua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i saw this folder called "Stupid essays with stupid titles for stupid teachers" I dun even noe why i gave the folder such a long name. And i opened it and suddenly, i rmb these are all the weird topics that my eng tr gave us to write. I saw one very interesting one titled "Lust" and guess why is it abt? No prize for the correct ans. It's abt a female pig, who got this fiance she loves, lusting after this wild pig. Let me tell you, pig and wild pig are diff. Wild pig are manlier, you can say. So my main character, which is this female pig, lust for the wild pig. She is more in lust with the wild pig. She does not luv the wild pig at all. And dear, that's exactly why there is such thing as one night stand.But no, the wild pig and the pig does not have a one night stand, duh. So she lust after the wild pig until she turn stalkerish. Her fiance knows it, but being a gentleman, he took it in his stide. Then one day, the wild pig know of the female pig's obsession with him and the two start dating, which led to mating. Sry guys, this is the most subtle way i can say it. So after well, um, mating, the female pig realises this is all lust and they have no feeling after mating, so she went back to her fiance. And you think i can give them a happy ending. You are so wrong. The fiance went to look for the female pig cos she didnt return for the night. On his way to finding her, he was shot by some hunter and died. The female pig saw him just the time he got shot. And she regret for the rest of her life. Moral of the story: Lust and love are separated by a very thin line. (Set your priorities straight and pinky pigs are cuter) The essay is about 3500 words long. I dun even noe why i wrote such a complicated story, i could juz write some girl lusting after cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i found an essay titled death. I dun even bother to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My teacher gave me an A not A+ and go read the comment she gave. Damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elaine, you have once again achieve something that people at your age can't. You have effectively come out with a fresh plot and not the mundane ones the girls like to give me. This essay contains lots of psychological theories and make you think twice about both love and lust. However, I am rather concern with the adult theme here. You mention about the term stalking and mating which I think you should avoid in an essay. Overall, this is a well-done piece and would definitely stand a chance to win the commonwealth essay. One day, you might want to develop this story to a full length novel and publish it. It would be great and good luck in your future endeavours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny, isnt it? Publish it? Psh...in my dreams la. The one tat got me laughing is the one tat says it contains adult theme. I mean come on, the topic lust isnt all tat innocent. And all animals mate, wat' s wrong with that? Plus stalking is so common now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i was juz silly and stupid back then, but surprisingly, i found this storyline very good. If only it wasnt an essay, i can write more about the pigs appearance and the relationship between the female pig and her fiance b4 the wild pig came into the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Mun Yun, there is so many last line i like in my p6 essays. They are much better than the "then one day she stopped dreaming"line. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-3729265672994732579?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3729265672994732579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=3729265672994732579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3729265672994732579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3729265672994732579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-sorting-thru-all-my-documents-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1690603072466763587</id><published>2009-11-04T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:19:18.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starbucks coffee is the only thing keeping me awake now as i slogged my guts out for my stupid novel for NaNoWriMo. I can hit the 50 000 mark! I can! I can! Telling myself that is so useless. After all, action speaks louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess writing a sci fic is not all that fun. I am starting to get bored of my story and that, i tell you, is not a good sign. I think i will give out before this month even end. But i can't i need to persevere and win. The winners' goodies are just so tempting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The keys on my keyboard seems to be loose, like they are gonna fall out soon. I think i should not type too furiously on the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know for NaNoWriMo, you are suppose to just write and not edit, so that you can hit the 50 000 word marks within a month, and you can edit it during NaNoEdMo. But the edit in me just refused to co-operate. Now, i am seriously behind time. Why am i even on blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think i should seriously go now and grabbed my refridgerated coffee from the fridge. Wish me luck guys, i think i really need them or i will pass out before the month ends and not live to tell the tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1690603072466763587?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1690603072466763587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1690603072466763587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1690603072466763587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1690603072466763587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/starbucks-coffee-is-only-thing-keeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2417202915681350348</id><published>2009-11-03T01:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:48:16.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;National November Writing Month is killing me. I shld not have taken part this year but well, since i started , i must as well complete it and be the winner. And my novel is called "Silence". I cant tink of a better title so i shall stick with it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just realise i judge a book by it's first line and it's last line. Horrible first line and i am gonna throw the book away. Does anyone does that, or do u judge by the plot? Everyone i asked judge the books' plots. I guess i am just weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is my fav first line :D It's from this book called Cat's eye by Margaret Atwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2417202915681350348?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2417202915681350348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2417202915681350348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2417202915681350348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2417202915681350348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/11/national-november-writing-month-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1542200249233130975</id><published>2009-10-28T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:11:49.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* This post is stupid and random. Viewer discretion is advised. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's time to wipe dust off my blog again! Hi blogger, no time no see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess sex ed does work after all. Today, i went back home and delete all the strangers i had on facebook and msn. I delete 100 ppl on facebook! Was i really so stupid tat i accept 100 freaking strangers? After deleting the 100 ppl, i realise i have very little frens on pet society. Sob sob...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1542200249233130975?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1542200249233130975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1542200249233130975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1542200249233130975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1542200249233130975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-post-is-stupid-and-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2948946126172293775</id><published>2009-10-07T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:37:40.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I think since I have to be promoted to some leadership position, I must as well try out for the chairman of the library club even though i would much preferred to be the secretary. But anyway, juz hear me out while i rant why ms ng shld choose me for the chairman of the library club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have lots of proposals for the 'wonderful' library of ours. (of course..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First, i will solve the biggest problem i found in many students. I realise lots of students are reading those kind of romance novels with disgusting sex scenes. Or in my terms, porny books. Some like even confess to me that they like it. (ok, they didnt actually confess to me but u can tell that they like it, when they r reading this genre of books many times)Tsk tsk! I will censored all the books with all these disgusting sex scenes as it is polluting the minds of the students. They shld not be even reading such thing. It's just like watching porn! And watching porn is disgusting.So i will ask the librarian to gimme a list of romance novels and I will tear away all the disgusting scenes (which means i have to read them), or, i could just burn them (in Bt Timah Hill)  since they have no advantages. I once caught this girl in the bookstore buying this book with scantily-cald woman with a man with biceps so large, it's kind of fake, on the cover. My mum, being the noseyparker she is, went up to her and asks her not to buy it. I admit i wont have the courage to do that. And yes, authors shld not write this kind of books! If they didnt write this type of books, ppl wont get a chance to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, I am going to ban all chick-lits in our school library. You have no idea how much i hate that genre. It's stupid and totally predictable and the main female lead are usually bimbos who are clumsy and stupid. Seriously, ppl shld not read this kind of books. This type of books just dun have what did u call that? substance? in it. It just shows you have the mentality of a P3. And then some prince charming will come in and sweep the girl off her feet. And plus they have sex b4 they married, isnt it premaritial sex? I tot premarital sex is wrong! can have unwanted pregancy and what-nots.And yuckily, they live happily ever after. *excuse me while i go to the toilet to puke*Really, that is stupid. Everytime, i shelve the books, 95% of the books in the tray are chick lits. The part i dun understand most is why ppl are still reading this type of book when they can predict what happen next. Doesnt it kind of spoil the fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And one more thing, can our sch lib stop buying the twilight series and the shopoholic series?! Cos we dun even have enuf shelves to shelf all those books anymore and plus these books are alr so outdated. No one is interested in stupid overly perfect vampires anymore. DO you know how hard it is to squeeze all the books into the shelves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With all those books banned, I think only 30% of the original amount no. of books will be left. But don't worry, we will stock the shelves with....*drumroll*....with more thriller books (with no romance yay!) and self-help books (i dun read those but it seems beneficial..not). I noe it is kind of boring but at least it doesnt pollute the minds of the younger generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So let's work hand in hand to have a no-porn, no-rubbish story library. {Hell, this proposal makes the library boring but library is suppose to be boring, isnt it?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I think i would either get kick out of library club or praise by ms ng till my dying day if i suggest this proposal. But i am willing to bet on the latter. Come on, i am trying to un-pollute ppls' mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is in response to Alison's post abt Sophie Kinsella's books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2948946126172293775?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2948946126172293775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2948946126172293775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2948946126172293775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2948946126172293775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-i-think-since-i-have-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5207972328029467241</id><published>2009-09-24T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:46:01.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just realise i had sit with very little people from our class which is kind of pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hui Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first ever real partner, wait..scratch that, table-mate. I think she can make it to my top craziest partner. During lesson, esp chinese, we laughed like mad women. Cos i told her i used to think woman get pregnant by drinking guy's urine. She started laughing like crazy from then on. My mind is so corrupted now becos she is the one that gave me the most sex talks, like the chickens and ducks talk she gave me. I used to be so innocent. As expected, sitting with her made my grade drop like crazy. I was like 13th in class for mid yr (last yr). But laughing is at least better than sitting with someone who doesnt talk to you. And oh, most of the time, i was trying to make hui her angry cos i nv see her get angry b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was isolated by ms ang, but seriously, i was my own best partner. I dun disturb myself and i encourage my partner, namely me, to listen to class. Fine..i shld stop wrting..i sound like a girl (boy) with split personality. Wait, i was sitting with Ghost Celeste since the seat was actually for celeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Genevieve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't rmb anything except she whacked me so hard on the back. Funnily, i rmb kajal, who was sitting in front of me, singing the Titanic song almost every single day until i am scared of tat song. And the smelly cat song too. And bella, her partner, was juz laughing away with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alison:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's just say ms ang is not happy with this arrangement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha..Alina is the nicest partner i have so far, who is not-so crazy. But i only sat with her for a short period of time so nth memorable. Unless u count the time we were pondering why menses's blood canot be stored as shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hui Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of the time, we were just complaining abt classmates and teachers. And it's funny to watch the banter between Simin and hui min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Debbie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I knew i was crazy to sit with her. But well, that is life. Interesting fact: Debbie was actually my first ever partner but she changed seat due to eyesight problem so i ended with hui her. She was always distracting me and most of the time, we were laughing more than we were listening to question. She just named one of my keychains, Ugree, and made me listen to the keychain. Never bring her books most of the time so i am forced to share with her. which reminds me, i am gonna send her 10000 sms to tell her to bring her calculator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eleanor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My most irritating, stupid, crazy (crazier than debbie) unofficial partner i ever had! I spent almost half the year sittting with her. She always complained to me, no, make that every single day, abt stomach pain, here pain there pain. She also always tell me she is sleepy. And not only that, she often abuse me. Sitting with her cause me to be emotionally unstable. And did i mention she is crazy too? Sometimes, she would burst out laffing like a witch for no reason. And she would get angry with me for no reason, so i try to appease her. And guess wat she tell me, she is juz pretending to be angry. WTH! I feel like squeezing her dry and then fried her. Mmuhahaha...(I dun tink she will ever read this since i dun advertise my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the winners are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Model partner award: Elaine Boo (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am-i -sitting-beside-an-asylum award: Eleanor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fren or foe award: Hui Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5207972328029467241?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5207972328029467241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5207972328029467241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5207972328029467241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5207972328029467241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-realise-i-had-sit-with-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5872321746651476534</id><published>2009-09-23T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:40:08.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mug and cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUG MUG MUG MUG MUG. Telling myself 730183928401 times wont work unless i do go pick up my dusty assessment books from the attic. I must as well study in the stinky and stuffy attic, there will be no distractions there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To-do list (In no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Finish the english formal letter writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Revise all my ci yu's and yan yu's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Finish my arc sector and length worksheet or risk being slaughtered by ms ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Revise 3 chapters of science esp bio since unlike most ppl, my bio is lousier than my physics. (was i slping during bio lessons? I hope not...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Revise 1 chapter of geography &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Finish science mock paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Sign out of that damn msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woah, that is a lot to do for one day, but out of these 6, i tink i will only complete two, but well, it's better than nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Btw, facebooks is a big distraction too. I am gonna sign into facebook now, go change my password by closing my eyes and typing some random number. In this way, i will nv noe the password i had changed and will locked myself out of facebook until exams r over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5872321746651476534?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5872321746651476534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5872321746651476534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5872321746651476534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5872321746651476534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/09/mug-and-cup.html' title='mug and cup'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1405014614095098164</id><published>2009-09-10T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:02:18.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheesy Dialouge Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Il : Vous regardez le renversement. Voulez me dire ce qui est erroné ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elle : Erugh. . . Il n'est rien vraiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Il : Pensant à lui encore, n'est-ce pas ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elle : Non.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Il : (rires) qui convainc très.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elle : Sérieusement. J'ai été au-dessus de lui un à long terme il y a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Il : Ouais ? Vous avez intéressé dans quelqu'un d'autre ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elle : Hm. . . Vous pourriez dire cela. Mais asse'au sujet de moi. Qui aimez-vous ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Il : Ah, juste cette fille qui a intéressé dans quelqu'un d'autre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally master a bit of french.(most of the difficult words are done by mic) It's ok if u dun understand. It's better if u dun understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Juste ainsi vous savez, cette conversation N'EST PAS par moi. Trouvé lui sur l'Internet et pensé lui a valu la peine de partager, ainsi… ouais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1405014614095098164?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1405014614095098164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1405014614095098164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1405014614095098164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1405014614095098164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/09/il-vous-regardez-le-renversement.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-523721990755802400</id><published>2009-09-03T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T04:53:02.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just realise i am those kind of ppl that feel really bad if i done sth wrong, to the point that i will worry abt it when i am in bed. In fact, i will even start dreaming abt it.I will do all sort of things just to atone my sins. I guess this is normal. Well,..this acutally shows i have conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-523721990755802400?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/523721990755802400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=523721990755802400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/523721990755802400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/523721990755802400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-realise-i-am-those-kind-of-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7923715636575883863</id><published>2009-08-23T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:24:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>money makes the world go round</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I knew i made the right choice by not going for the interview. Judging by the responses of ppl who went (and screwed up), the interview was horrible. Well, at least i was at home eating and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Iris, Clarice and Li Yun for the CIP thingy. BUt in the end, we sort of spilt into 2 grps. Being hardworking, me and iris walked all the way from Orchard to Plaza Singapura and i realised there is like so many competitors there.In fact, they r even more hardworking than us. As Iris had said, we looked like we r sightseeing instead of asking for donation. And i asked a lot of Fillipino maids too.I kept on preying on them cos they were sitting at the bench doing nth. Surprisingly, some of them do donate some money.And i was rejected by this big fat auntie with this extra thick lipstick and u can see her sickening mouth forming the 'no' word and glaring at us. I mean if u wanna reject us, u can reject us nicely, we r not going to bother u if u dun donate. I am so angry with her and i start shaking my donation tin angrily which sounds horrible, cos the coins in the tin was so little. And my feet were sore and blistered. After a while, we got bored and me and iris started daring each other, which didnt actually work, cos either we didnt 'see' the person who we r suppose to caryy out the dare or we juz simply did not wish to do it.And my parents made me wait 1 hr at Isetan for them to arrive. Which by the way, some ppl came asking me for money, and i donated cos i finally (yes, finally cos i will usually says no) realise how hard it is to get money. BUt well, it was worth it, at least i got to drink my mocha frap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7923715636575883863?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7923715636575883863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7923715636575883863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7923715636575883863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7923715636575883863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/money-makes-world-go-round.html' title='money makes the world go round'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2009448270872565681</id><published>2009-08-21T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:03:52.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sense of achievement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow..sth wow juz happen today. As Iris was writing this wonderful romance story of hers on ficionpress, i wanted to beta read her story. In order to do tat, i have to write a story with 6000 words or juz simply 5 stories. So i wrote my first story, which is the pimple accident in the previous post and juz post it there. I juz wanna get done with this 5 stories thingy. So today, i receive a notification from Fictionpress tat someone had commented on my story. I was apprehensive at first, cos i bet it is gonna be some kind of hateful comment, tellling me to go get a life or sth. So after pondering for like half an hr, i deicded to open it and see exactly wat she says. Haha..the thing is she has this fwen juz like me and she asks me to continue writing cos the story is juz so funny. She even add it as her fav story. Wat a great sense of achievement! It's a been a long time since i felt liddat. I tink i shld continue posting stories to complete my 4 more stories. It's kind of fun. And plus the story i wrote is really shitty, i juz took it directly from my blog with only 200 plus words. Frankly, my story is not worth to be favourited. I shld juz give the commentor of mine my blog link. Make her life easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anw, i was tinking abt the NJC interview thingy. And i have alr prepare a model ans which i might not use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you think NJC IP would benefit you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Personally, I think it would benefit me very much because NJC is a premier with lots of good achievements. To be frank with you, one of the reasons why i attend NJC is because i am able to skip O levels. I am not going to beat around the bush like countless of interviewees did, by talking abt how good this sch is. I am sure by now, u all shld noe how gd it is. But instead, i will focus on why skipping o level will benefit me. Firstly, i admit i am not the type tat studies. O level only makes everything more stressful and learning is suppose to be fun. By skipping the O level, i would be able to learn at a better pace and not rushing thru since i have no O level to deal with, and i tink learning at my own pace will help me very much when i take my A level. I am sure with NJC rich experience, it can help me to further improve my studies and do well for exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for you admission essay, can u elaborate more abt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For my admission essay, i wrote abt how Singapore education system is still a flop, not exactly a flop, but it has still many things to improve or work on. For example, i wrote tat students r not really tinking out of the box. For example, i have to chinese essay writing with the topic &lt;&lt;雨中&gt;&gt;. Basically, we r suppose to write abt an incident tat happen in the rain. I ask my chi teacher whether i could abt acid rain and the scene of ppl rushing to buildings to avoid the rain. Also, i could write a lot of my tots on why ppl r not helping our Mother Earth. Instead, my chi tr shoot down my point as she thinks it is ridiculous. She wants the rain to be 'beautiful'. This is a very fine example on how we students r sometimes being scolded for tinking out of the box, or rather tinking diff from the others. I mean it is our own essay, we can write anything as long as it fits the title. And the title did not say anything abt beautiful rain. And the chi essay i wrote abt the acid rain was quite good, if i say so myself, but i almost fail, bcos my tr juz cant accept the fact tat there is diff types of rain. I tink no matter how ridiculous an idea may sound, tr shld not shoot it down rudely, but instead tell us the reason why we cant write the certain idea we have. Till this day, i still did not noe why i cant write abt acid rain. I mean come on, it is still rain. Enough with my rants here, i just think overall, we shld not be complacent abt our education system and shld always think of ways to improve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tink this shld be roughly wat they will ask u..i have no idea whether i will go for the interview or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2009448270872565681?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2009448270872565681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2009448270872565681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2009448270872565681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2009448270872565681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/sense-of-achievement.html' title='A sense of achievement'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2405896095390151387</id><published>2009-08-19T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T04:54:05.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp...le</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am surprisingly looking forward to tmr's Boston Brass's performance. I heard from some of my bandmates from rgps, now in Nanyang, that they r really good. Plus my cousin went to see it and now he want to play brass instruments -.- Clarinet is still the best, but i dunno whether i can still play it. Maybe my fingers r not as nimble as b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And today, i made the worst comment (joke) ever. I saw this fren of mine whom i had not seen for years, as in the last time i saw her i was in K2, but she still manage to recognise me :) So she has lots and lots of pimples and i said this: "Haha..are you a pimp or sth since u produce so much pimple. U noe pimp? Like the mother of pimple..hahahaha!" And yea, as u expected, she was so freaking angry with me and cried cos almost everyone in the bus stop seem to be able to hear (i guess i reall talk loud) and was casting weird glances at me and her. Yes elaine, way to make a first (second) impression. According to my father, ppl like me will nv do well in an interview, cos i am too candid and insensitive. But how am i suppose to noe pimp is an insulting word to call someone. So i am going to screw all my interviews from now on..which means i can nv get into a good college or have a nice job. Oh no, there goes my gossip coluumnist dream...Nvm, i am sure u dunnid to be interviewed to work as a toilet cleaner. Toilet cleaner is a nice back up job :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E-learning with lao shi and hearing Huiher talk abt her dates with my super uber rich (cousin?),Matthew Boo, r the only 2 things that nv cease to make me laff. I tink lao shi can make the best clown in the world. And hearing Huiher talking abt flying in a private jet to Australia and Malaysia with her bf is so ridiculous, u juz have to laff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i still feel weird with my Caps Lock key gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reminder to onself: Nv mistook Gobstopper for Grasshopper again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2405896095390151387?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2405896095390151387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2405896095390151387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2405896095390151387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2405896095390151387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/pimple.html' title='Pimp...le'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-6947260027914002650</id><published>2009-08-17T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:39:34.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays are our best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have officially came to a nice conclusion and that is from now on, all the friends i made will be and must be gays. Me, li yun and iris were discussing how i am going to survive in JC since i hadn't been in a mix sch from the day i was born. And i decided not to made frens with any girls when i am in JC, cos usually in Jc, the girls' hormones are extremely high, and i dowan my girl-frens to come to me and gush abt some guys. It is a big no-no. I cant stand ppl who describe guys as cute. It is abusing the word. So i am gonna make frens with all the guy (gay) and my frens must have this 3 impt criterias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Do you look like pig? (If not, bye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) You must be gay (duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Must share the luv of pig with me. (bonus point if u have enuf money to invest with my pig farm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If u have all this 3 criterias (it's not much), congrats, u r officailly my GBFF (gay-best-fren-forever), with effect of 1.1.2012 (or even earlier if i get into NJC). I decided not to have lesbian as my best fren, as iris as kindly pointed out, she may end up liking me. And no way am i gonna be les with my best fren, so well, gays r the best solution. I tink i am gonna have a great time when i am in JC. Don u all juz agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-6947260027914002650?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6947260027914002650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=6947260027914002650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6947260027914002650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6947260027914002650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/gays-are-our-best-friends.html' title='Gays are our best friends'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-281075985749419548</id><published>2009-08-15T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:12:48.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rants and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate it when teachers or watever ppl says tat teenagers nowadays refuse to give up their seats. It is not that we dowan to give up our seat, but sometimes, it feels funny. It took me 5 min to think whther or not to give up my seat to someone. There was one time, there was this woman who board the bus. She looks like she is pregnant. So being kind and nice, i give up my seat to her. But u noe wat, she juz glared at me and scolded me in front of so many ppl. She claims tat i had humiliated her, bcos she is not pregnant, but juz fat. So from now on, i rather stand as it means there is no seat to give up. My sister is even better, she juz ask the person directly if he or she wanted the seat. But after the mad woman encounter, i dare not ask directly. Later some other person will claim i am trying to humiliate her again. Standing is better than sitting. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i juz realise today my mum is contemplating whether to migrate to US next year. There was this almost migration to US when i was P2. She even enrolled us into this expensive preppy sch but in the end, she changed her mind after we bought all the textbooks and uniforms. I tink i even attend the orientation. Just my luck for having a fickle minded mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yesterday, i received this very late night oversea skype call from this person called Paul. And i was thinking whether to accept this call or not cos this person happen to have the sirname as me. SO in the end, i accepted and the person on the line was saying sth weird and i cant really hear him. Then i was asking him who he was and in the end, he is my cousin whom i dun really talk to. He was studying MBA and he was telling me the last time he slept was 3 days ago and he was in hell and drank 10000 cups of coffee blabla, and i somehow became his confidante, even though half of the time, i was falling asleep while he was talking. And then his roommates took over the phone and also start telling me rubbish.So this is wat happen if u study in an Ivy League sch, no slp when exam is coming. Do u still want to go Harvard and become crazy like my cousin, michelle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-281075985749419548?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/281075985749419548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=281075985749419548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/281075985749419548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/281075985749419548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/rants-and-more.html' title='rants and more'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8288395198739386815</id><published>2009-08-14T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:33:02.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sore and blistered foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to Plaza Singapura or was it Singapura plaza? Either way, i almost died there. Firstly, it was so crowded. There were like so many students there from all sorts of school and the cinema was so freaking crowded (i saw a few crescentians at Yamaha)and i decided not to watch Up in the end. Nvm, i will watch the fat little boy some other time. And i want to watch the movie Orphan too. Too bad it is NC-16. But i shld go Malaysia and watch it cos u dunnid to produce any IC, as long as u look like 16 and somehow, i look like one. Being tall is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i was supposed to help Iris buy this book called "I believe you" from this store. At first, she told me it was from the Retail box on the 7th floor(the highest), so i went to check the directory for thousands of times but no such shop exist. I even went up to the 7th floor but no luck. So i sms-ed her repeatedly telling her i cant find it. Then she told me to try Toy Outpost. Again, i went to check the directory, but there was only Toy Closet, no Toy Outpost. By then, my cousin was very irritated with me and dragged me all the way up to try if Toy Closet sell the book. He threatened to melt my eyeballs with hot lava spewing from his fingertips (did he watch too much Happy Tree Friends too?) if we still cant find the book. So we reached the 7th floor and i saw the Toy Outpost shop! And i finally got the book. Remind me nv to trust directory again. The book was so thin and expensive. Is it even worth the money? And the summary seem cliched, juz 2 njc students falling in luv. And somehow, the shop owner nv give me a plastic bag, so i could only stuff it into my school bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i went to Daiso (the $2 shop, but some things there r juz not worth $2) and buy lots of soft and light clay. I played with them the whole day (forget to keep them properly) and today they dried up and i could not play with them anymore :(. What a waste of money, techinically it wasnt my money, but well..i will still bad wasting other ppl's money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8288395198739386815?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8288395198739386815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8288395198739386815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8288395198739386815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8288395198739386815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/sore-and-blistered-foot.html' title='sore and blistered foot'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2949242542985424162</id><published>2009-08-13T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:54:53.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking down the memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="458" height="308" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc831d78715e4d8a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc831d78715e4d8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331518718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B661775F59B7FC12A0C80768F53377F7EBB0E12.2BDEE15947F4DB322BA417BA787C64F550CF2D0A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc831d78715e4d8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE3yD94ANHj5nbQ91EGfz1a3uDzU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="458" height="308" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc831d78715e4d8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331518718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B661775F59B7FC12A0C80768F53377F7EBB0E12.2BDEE15947F4DB322BA417BA787C64F550CF2D0A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc831d78715e4d8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE3yD94ANHj5nbQ91EGfz1a3uDzU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, i must say that Ruiting is cuter when she is P4 than she is now. I cant believe i used to be in Video Editing club. But somehow, i have no recollections of it until i found this weird blue disc sitting around and i realise it was the vids. I am not in Ruiting's grp, so i am not in tat video. Maybe i will post my grp's one some other time. But for now..bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2949242542985424162?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bc831d78715e4d8a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2949242542985424162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2949242542985424162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2949242542985424162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2949242542985424162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='walking down the memory lane'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5525218676328767481</id><published>2009-08-12T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:16:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penning a rejection letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deeearst Macbeth(y),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAME OVER. See that word, Macbeth(y)? My fling with you is so over (if we even have one)! After today, i realise u r not as handsome or cool as i tot u r. Instead, u r juz a coward with no willpower. Obviously, i could not be with someone who listen to witches that kill pigs. And worse, i could not understand wat u r talking abt. Communication is important, and we obviously lack that. Do you know what you have in common with the song in my ipod that just finished playing? You just got played and the "fun" is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I noe it is common in rejection letter to end off with sth nice about you. So maybe i shld just follow that. Macbeth, u r the nicest person i ever noe. For the essay today, i had written three points abt u and ur stupidity. I am sure it helps to pull my marks up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lots of pigs' kisses and dungs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Piggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5525218676328767481?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5525218676328767481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5525218676328767481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5525218676328767481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5525218676328767481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/penning-rejection-letter.html' title='Penning a rejection letter'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7958119718945887250</id><published>2009-08-12T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:26:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear i am gonna kill that stupid person who hack into my LJ account. I know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Michelle, i did not post the latest post, some stupid hacker did, and guess who's the hacker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7958119718945887250?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7958119718945887250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7958119718945887250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7958119718945887250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7958119718945887250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-swear-i-am-gonna-kill-that-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8097750553611712591</id><published>2009-08-10T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:49:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>macbeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tink i love Macbeth. He is so cool and handsome, and a king on top of that. And he sort of listen to his wife too! How could such man even exist. Macbeth, why did u die so early? I didnt even have a chance to meet u :( I love you, Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. I do hope u realise i gone mad from studying too much of lit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.P.S. I am aiming for Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8097750553611712591?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8097750553611712591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8097750553611712591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8097750553611712591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8097750553611712591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/macbeth.html' title='macbeth'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-6871376358923698504</id><published>2009-08-09T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:35:22.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tree Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh..i am addicted to Happy Tree friends. This is not gonna be good. And i am not a sadist, even though i admit i like to see the cartoon's eyeball or sockets being chop pff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-6871376358923698504?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6871376358923698504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=6871376358923698504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6871376358923698504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6871376358923698504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-tree-friends.html' title='Happy Tree Friends'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5085351609691899071</id><published>2009-08-01T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:25:24.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realise i am not a good blogger so i shld stop blogging and just return to dear livejournal. I have my livejournal account since i was p5 or p6 so there are more of my life story there which is ridiculously funny. I didnt noe i have such a interesting life back then. My life is as boring as hell now. Ok, maybe hell is even more interesting. Anw, i may return back to blogger if i feel like it, but for now, i will be posting exclusively at livejournal. All my pri sch frens are there and somehow, i 'misses' them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i realise sth, i link ppl under the heading of lovers of piggies. For those of u who found it insulting, it's ok, i didnt really treat u all as lovers, not like i hate u or anything, but i nv love u. It's just a stupid heading tat i have no time to change. So forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. I am going to screw up the stupid interview. I shld juz be a gd girl and stay in Crescent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5085351609691899071?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5085351609691899071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5085351609691899071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5085351609691899071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5085351609691899071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realise-i-am-not-good-blogger-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-4446132711905732863</id><published>2009-08-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:37:26.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go watch this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6wjPi6VzI4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6wjPi6VzI4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the type of real short film which is meaningful unlike the short film ms seah showed us which has no meaning at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-4446132711905732863?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4446132711905732863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=4446132711905732863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4446132711905732863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4446132711905732863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-watch-this-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7448483541976652369</id><published>2009-07-30T03:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:21:30.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you suck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am really pissed off today. For once, i really hate someone in the class. Yes, KKL, it means you. Be honoured tat u r the first person i actually hate in the class. So the whole story was.. i was queueing to get my eng tr to mark my speech. So simin was in front, followed by bella. And i queued up after bella. And then, KKL juz have to open her big fat mouth and said tat she was queueing up after bella! WTF! She was sitting on her seat, doing god-noes-wat. So, she is trying to say she is queueing while sitting! WHo the hell believe?! If liddat, i could have said tat i queued up 10 hrs ago but i juz decided to sit on my seat -.- I wanted to argue with her, but being a civilised person, i decided to drop it, thinking she would juz back off and queued up after me.So, KKL get out of her seat and inched her way between me and bella, so tat she is in front of me in the end. So after a while, it was lunch time and the class go off for lunch. I continued to stay in the queue. But our eng tr left the class after checking KKL's scipt! If not for KKL, i would be the one who had my speech vetted. Damn it..And i missed my lunch for nth. So wat if her studies is good, her personality is so shitty. And i went back to my seat and complained to mun yun, whose scipt was being copied by KKL. And in the end, a whole bunch of gossipers came and i juz realise a lot of ppl hate KKL. Not surprising.. I will try to minimise my contact with tat girl, since i dun really like her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, me and iris went to TBP for lunch. Then we took the mrt home. So at the mrt station, there was this mad man shouting non-stop. Then he walked over to his friend and started kicking him. And there is this ang-moh who cant stand it anymore and glared at him while walking towards him. Luckily, the mad man is smart enuf to stop bullying the poor boy and went to board the train, which by then, had arrived. Unluckily, i board the train right after him and he is swearing the F-word right at me. In the cabin, he was still shouting all the vulgarities. Seriously, i dun tink he shld shout the f-word at everyone cos the train obviously have some innocent kids. I actually heard some kid asking wat the f-word means. And he alight at redhill mrt station but before he go, he asked everyone in the train to shut up. What a crazy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i am ranting abt my classmate. Well,there is a first for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7448483541976652369?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7448483541976652369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7448483541976652369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7448483541976652369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7448483541976652369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-suck.html' title='you suck...'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5126706414726875070</id><published>2009-07-11T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:35:01.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee makes you go crazy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What the hell is happening to me?! I am like laffing non-stop, even now. I juz went on a blog spree a moment ago, and i was like laffing at every single post i read. Rachael, the depressed girl, was writing about her emo tots and  i am like laffing at her. Blame it on the coffee. I swear i am nv going near a coffee for this whole month. This is bad, very bad...But her emo tots are funny. One of the many reasons i cant be a psychologist is bcos i may burst out laffing while the patient are telling me their problems, and tat is rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now i noe the exact reason why i nv read any romance stories. I noe i hate it blabla, but i dun exactly noe the reason. Sneha was telling me this gross romance story while i was doing my lib shift cos i was bored. Ok, juz picture this, a girl fell in luv with her stepbrother (her mum remarry and her stepbrother is actually the child from the stepfather's previous marriage, geddit?) They overcome a lot of obstacles blablabla. Go read the full story on livejournal. Damn funny. And they got tgt in the end, and ignore their parents when they opposed their decision to be tgt. Isnt it really disgusting tat u have to fall in luv with someone who is somehow related to you? Even though, they are not like blood related or anything, but it is stil disgusting rite? I actually almost puke when Sneha finish the story. This is sick. Romance stories are far-fetched, unrealistic and stupid. I hope this kind of situation doesnt happen in real life, it it so incest-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tink i better stop blogging now and go calm down. I am like laffing even louder now. And my mum is staring at me like i am a crazy woman. And she is coming over now to see if i am watching porn or anything -.+ Seriously, since when do girls watch porn? Guys are usually the one, rite? Ok, maybe girls do actually watch porn, more specifically, BOF. Tat drama sucks. And my mum is like asking me to correct the spelling of this post. Hahahahahaha..Funny... I am not changing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And wat genre is Julia Quinn's books? I bet it is historical and li yun refuse to tell me wat genre it is -.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5126706414726875070?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5126706414726875070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5126706414726875070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5126706414726875070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5126706414726875070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/07/coffee-makes-you-go-crazy.html' title='Coffee makes you go crazy..'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7513858584663874611</id><published>2009-07-11T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T05:10:25.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever floats you boat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have currently decided to be a good girl and not spam on other people's tagboard. But i will still spam on those tagboard tat are really really dead. I stop spamming after i realise i am not someone who can think of cheesy msgs easily. I refuse to go search the net, tat is like so unoriginal. So, i guess i shld juz admit the fact tat i am not a cheesy person nor can i stand one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yes, i juz realise i am a serious Starbucks addict, but my sister is worse. She drinks frappucino almost everyday. And now tat i mention it, i want my Mocha Frappucino!!! Starbucks juz has the ability to make you forget tat u r paying a ridiculous sum of money for some water and coffee beans. But watever, it still taste better than those instant one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;McDonalds garlic chilli is back. I miss it, I tot it was extinct. On a random note, i hate it when ppl stare into your eyes when you are talking. As in stare so intensely tat you will start to get goosebumps. It is like staring into your soul. Seriously, try not to maintain eye contact while talking to me. I dun find tat rude. And i realise i got dark brown eyes, according to iris and some other ppl. I tot it was black, it would be so much cooler if it was black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7513858584663874611?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7513858584663874611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7513858584663874611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7513858584663874611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7513858584663874611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/07/whatever-floats-you-boat.html' title='Whatever floats you boat...'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-334393759846908245</id><published>2009-07-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:11:27.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>watever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It feels so good to start blogging again. I finally got my password back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realise i have a weird habbit. I mean the first thing u look at ppl is their face rite (it's ok if u dun), but somehow i tend to look at ppl's feet when i first meet them. In fact, i didnt even realise until some stupid and random person pointed it out to me. I dun even noe why i like at ppl's feet, maybe i am juz comparing to see whose feet is bigger. My feet are really big, it's a size nine, and i get pretty angry when thier foot is bigger than mine. Same goes for my height, i dunno why i hate those taller than me, is it normal or is it juz me? But well who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dunno if u noe this, but i am actually :D. :D is me. So if u tinks i am somebody else, nuh-uh. I am pretty much spamming ppl's blog with cheesy msg cos it is so fun to see their reactions (which mostly i dun). It's sort of nice to imagine their twisted face when they read those cheesy msg and get lots of goosebumps. I juz sound sadistic again. The really hard part is making up all those sick and cheesy msg. I am not really much of a cheesy person, so yea, the one i wrote sometimes make me gag. But i only wrote 2 so far, so i am pretty ok with it. I may stop after a while, if u makes me gag too much. Maybe being a stalker will be nicer. What do u think, stalker or cheesy spammer? Or a mixture of both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of typing, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-334393759846908245?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/334393759846908245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=334393759846908245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/334393759846908245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/334393759846908245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/07/watever.html' title='watever...'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-4925214225648957139</id><published>2009-04-30T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:12:35.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shld have known this is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour Day came just in time. Instead of Labour, it should be renamed as 'Rest' day so that instead of mugging our brains off (and restoring it with ice cream) we'd be able to take the time to sleep a little bit more, eat a little bit more, and slack a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'd be emptier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-4925214225648957139?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4925214225648957139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=4925214225648957139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4925214225648957139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4925214225648957139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/04/shld-have-known-this-is-coming.html' title='Shld have known this is coming'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2190448322403893411</id><published>2009-04-19T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:13:04.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;End up i didnt blog after one month. I juz couldnt resist the temptation of coming to blog while i am waiting for my stupid vid to load. It took freaking long to load. Somehow, Youtube is getting slower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went for fencing 'remedial' class today. I tot i would be the only one cos i was always late for lesson and did not perform up to standard. But end up the whole class is there. As usual, i was late cos i overslept. But u cant blame me, i only slpet at 3am yesterday and i was tempted to walk out of my house for a stroll round my neighbourhood at 2am. But i rmb tat if the police found teenagers loitering around after 11am, they may catch u, so i decided not. Since i was late, my coach was freaking angry with me and demanded i play with this newbie in my class for the rest of my life in the centre. No more michelle who i can slack with :( I am not close to the newbie b4, i nv even talk to him la, and the coach expected me to play with him! But he is damn pro and he dun let me win x(. In fact, i would grp him under those type of very competitive ppl and he played so hard until i fall repeatedly. My knee hurts like hell now. Cant he see i am injured? And he juz asked me to stand up and continue. And if i dun stand up  immediately, he will dragged me up, cant he wait? And he called me Medusa! Medusa! Juz bcos my hair was messy on today. I dunno his name so i juz call him retarded. Now i understand why coach put me with him. I hate the new coach.The retard must have gang up with coach to bully me. And michelle juz slack there and laughed. And my mum say it is gd to practise with this type of very pro ppl. I mean i can understand if it is only for one lesson, but it is for the rest of my life in the centre! This is killing me. I shall find some excuse to pon fencing lesson next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can barely walk now, and knowing there is art tmr doesnt seem to help. Art for the first period of the new week juz add on much to monday blue. I am sick and weak. Thankfully, dunnid to c ms *** tmr. Sob..i dun feel like going to sch..my knee hurts. And oh, i juz realise my mum is behind me, reading my post. Thanks mum for pointing out all my grammar mistakes which i cant be bothered to change -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2190448322403893411?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2190448322403893411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2190448322403893411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2190448322403893411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2190448322403893411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/04/lalalala.html' title='lalalala'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7364902728189348295</id><published>2009-04-18T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:00:31.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I havent been blogging for ages, i realise and bella was asking me to update. So i shld juz do some updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First and foremost, my blogging mood is spoilt bcos of some boy tat keep on chatting to me on msn, and he ask me to listen to some kind of opera. I play clarinet , doesnt mean i am obsess with it ok? Guys are juz so irritating. Blcoking him on msn doesnt seem to help, cos he can still find me on skype and facebook. And i cant survive not going to facebook for a day. This juz sucks. And now there is this Joshua guy asking me for my sister. Actaully the sister is me. I am juz playing split personality with him, the sister which i named icky, which is me, is a kind girl who doesnt talk much and elaine boo, which is also me, is a rude and evil girl tat juz says no or .... him everytime he ask something. Actually, the latter suits me better  cos most of the time i am elaine instead of icky when talking to him. I juz say icky is away on hols to mars whenever he asks for icky.And he IMed me and say he like my sisiter better, which is not making any sense cos i am the sister. I bet u all dunno wat i am talking now. I am having split personality now, i dun even noe i am icky or elaine now. But who cares, either one, i am still a kind girl, dun u all agreee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to Iris's blog to do bella-noe-wat. But i cant dig anything, so forget it, i didnt tag on her blog, juz in case bella is wondering. And when i went to her blog, i was shocked by the song cos it was so loud. I realise exam is coming, so i will mug tmr. Juz one last day to enjoy myself. And i cant load RC! Ah! My ranking sure drop! NVm, i dun care le. Oh, i fell on fri, which is really sucky except i dun have to run mass run. And my mum wanted to rebandage my wound which i am really scared.I noe she is a doctor but she juz makes me feel like she cant bandage well. Well, she juz grab my leg and bandage it. Surprisingly, she noes wat to do. A doctor is a doctor, there is no use doubting it. And b4 i went home on fri, someone actually hit my knee when i go take the bus. Damn painful and he was like " r u ok?" of cos not ok la, or else i say ouch for wat. Stupid guy. And oh i juz realise my mum and dad use to be head prefect. The most shocking news ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think this is long enuf for an update. The next time i blog may be one month from now. As for now, dahdah~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7364902728189348295?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7364902728189348295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7364902728189348295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7364902728189348295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7364902728189348295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8436917075507091835</id><published>2009-03-14T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:18:32.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The madness disease...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol, i realise i havent been updating my blog for some time. But who cares, not like anyone read my blog. Anw, i went to JRL for some lib tour today and i juz couldnt stop laughing at slightest thing. And Sneha was busy asking me to shut up, but she is the one tat said so much funny stuff tat i cant stop laughing. N bella's laugh is infectious. I actually finished laughing but she is still laughing, so somehow i ended up laughing again. Cos the libarian talked so softly, i had a hard time listening to her, so i ended up moving rite to the front. Oh ya, did i mention tat RI is competing in the same lib as us. We r like confirm dead now. Anw, at the front, we ended up laughing again for absolutely no reason. I tink the poor RI boy sitting beside me must have tot that i am crazy. But i am actually trying to entertain Sneha and bella,cos as u noe, these 2 r juz so quiet. If i dun talk, i will be bored to death and i may end up slping during the talk. And bella's said sth so terrible tat i am so "hurt" now. She told sneha tat i will be normal for a while and then suddenly i will go mad. How unture this is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wat else to blog abt le. Oh ya, the day b4 the day b4, tat was tis boy i saw at the mrt tat walked damn fast lor. And i realise tat my dad walked really fast too, i had difficulty catching up with him and i was practically jogging after him. Do guys really walk fast. Well it's juz so unfair, if i have tis kind of walking speed, i bet i can finish my x-country fast... Lol, also on the way to the mrt station, i saw this poster tat looks like michael jackson from far. It is actually a pic of a girl. The poster was to promote some wedding thingy. But if it was me, i will juz run away upon seeing the poster. Seriously, it will give anyone nitemares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8436917075507091835?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8436917075507091835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8436917075507091835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8436917075507091835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8436917075507091835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/03/madness-disease.html' title='The madness disease...'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7666090982803014849</id><published>2009-03-09T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T05:14:55.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz beat it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow, i dunno how too, i got addicted to the song "Beat it" by Michael Jackson. My neighbour was plaing it real loud yesterday, and played it so many times, i tink tat why i got addicted. And the lyrics is not hard. Juz listen once, u can get it alr. Ha! I tink it is really nice, i saw the music vid too. MJ's dance moves r really amazing, like always.. His face was still black then, i tink he looked so much nicer back then. If u asked me to visualise the MJ now, i will tink of Alison's (horrendous) drawing. Urgh *shiver*... So, it is actually possible for me to get addicted to a song, juz dun make me listen to ballad. I cant stand ballad of all sort of music. They are usually slow and the lyrics are so hard to catch. And it is those kind of boring songs. I am actually quite amazed to noe tat my mum noe the lyrics of Beat it. Well, she is after all in the MJ era, when MJ's album is the must have. Try listening to techno music too, it is really entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe i shld put "Beat it" in my blog under the song. So tat u all will get perked up when reading my blog post and not slping away. But if u mute ur com, then too bad, u miss the chance to listen to such a nice music :) Shld i or shld i not...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7666090982803014849?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7666090982803014849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7666090982803014849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7666090982803014849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7666090982803014849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/03/juz-beat-it.html' title='Juz beat it..'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-297190130339883197</id><published>2009-03-06T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:43:00.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese chess!!! &lt;3 &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I havent been blogging for a long period. I am juz lazy..I realised i am addicted to chinese chess which is quite weird since i always hated eng chess. Well, these 2 r not really the same. I am still damn sucky at chi chess. I realised my whole family are gd chess players except for me, even my mum who juz learned it a day b4 me, is so much better than me. I was playing online chess with my cousin.. He is really horrible. He let eveybody win but me!!! He can eat me in like 5mins time which is really really scary. His level is 25 now!!! 25!!!From 1 to 25 in such short period of time is scary!!! And then he told me to play with his friends tat he claimed are as lousy as me. And a bunch of his friends (12) added me and played with me. And they are damn pro, they are are like level 20 and above. I shld have ask my cousin to define his lousy. I was playing wiht one of his fwen called Josh? or sth, and we were like in the middle of the game (n i cant tell he is letting me win) when he asked if i am a girl. And obviously i told him i am a girl which is true. And then he was like "Why am i letting u win!?!" And in one move, he finished my jiang. WTH, sexist! And he played another game with me, and this time, the game ended in 3 min with him winning, obvious..I am going to play with my dad later and then i juz realised we lost the chess set bcos my sister threw it away accidentally. I dunno how she mange to throw it away accidentally. It is quite obvious it is a chess set and i want to play. She is so damn 4-0-2-0! My dad wanted to teach me some strategy and now she has ruined it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anw, speaking of strategy, i alr plan out a very nice strategy to win the prove it contest, at least in top 3. And it is called stalking!!! Ok, i dun tink i am suppose to write the strategy out in "public". LAter some ppl found my blog and report me to the judges, then we r so dead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-297190130339883197?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/297190130339883197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=297190130339883197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/297190130339883197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/297190130339883197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinese-chess-3-3.html' title='Chinese chess!!! &lt;3 &lt;3'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2303179777739510422</id><published>2009-02-27T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:41:39.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does toilet cleaners need to entertain "clients"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tink i have gone mad but i tink cross country is super fun. And obviously, while running, me n bella saw a lot of er..interesting sights. B4 we even start the race, me n bella saw this grp of girls holding hand which make me laugh non stop. I tot they were sec 1s cos they quite short and chidish, but when mr tham call all the sec 1s forward, they did not go up to the front, so we assume tat they were sec 2s, which is juz so amazing, Nv have i dream tat sec 2 can be so silly to hold hands and i tink the hold hands thru out the whole run. Hahaha..So i was asking bella if they r going to run across the finishing lines holding hands, which as u can imagine, damn funny. B4 i even start running, i alr waste a lot of energy laughing at silly ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finish "If u could c me now" which is a pretty nice book, nicer than Love, Rosie cos in this case, the two lovers nv get tgt :) I still cant believe tat ppl can fall in luv with imaginery ppl. Tat is like so eww. Who in the rite mind would fall in luv with an imaginery fwen, definitely not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally got my theory result back. Yay, i got 95 and passed with a distinction. My mum said i shld get 100 marks, she is crazy. She tinks it is very easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, i went golfing today with my family. My dad said tat golf is very important esp when u r entertainingur client next time. I didnt noe toilet cleaner nid to entertain client. I mean do toilet cleaners entertain the toilet cubicle, sink and toilet paper by playing golf. I dun tink so.. It is damn boring and i have no idea how to golf. My sis was busy fanning herself saying tat it is damn hot, but she is very talented at golf, according to my father. She noes the posture naturally unlike me. And she can shoot well, well mine juz dunno end up where. After 30 times of trying to make my posture correct, my mum got sick of it and ask this boy who played vey well (too bad he was juz standing at the station next to me) to help me with it. I tink he is around 16yr old and he and me juz stare at each other awkwardly. How is he suppose to teach someone tat is alr hopeless? Well, he sort of teach me and luckily, i manage to shoot a proper shot or i will be damn embarrassed (he spent 2 hr! teaching me, and if i still dun geddit, i tink he would kill himself) And my mum make me thank him by saying tat he is the best tr ever. WTH! I tink u all shld have seen his damn awkward face when i say tat. After tat, me and my sister start whacking each other with the golf stick. Damn painful when she hit my head, cos the golf stick is like so damn heavy. I tink i have concussion alr. It still hurt. FYI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2303179777739510422?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2303179777739510422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2303179777739510422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2303179777739510422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2303179777739510422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/does-toilet-cleaners-need-to-entertain.html' title='Does toilet cleaners need to entertain &quot;clients&quot;?'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8858423712735572715</id><published>2009-02-25T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:51:35.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the rain (Another post for today)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever tried chasing rain? finding that one moment, that one place, where everything seems to stop, where the world ceases existence in color? have you ever tried to discover that veil of water that comes down, blurring everything beyond it in shades of gray, wrenching it all in watery despair? or have you ever seen the rain, washing away your doubts and fears, cascading clarity in an instant? surely, that divide between the wet and the dry transcends more than just that.&lt;br /&gt;i want to chase rain.&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts from driving through a downpour yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EDIT: just thinking about it, i think this is a horrible piece, in the sense that i didn’t really get across what i wanted to get across. there is that certain amount of mystery, in wondering what it looks like to be standing on the edge of a downpour. Surely you know there is such a thing, but a downpour is so encompassing, that it seems to be impossible to find a space to stand and stare at at the divide between wet and dry, to look up and see rain coming down in front of you, but not on you.&lt;br /&gt;it’s a chase, definitely, but one that just seems to be hard to comprehend. or explain. so i tried, weakly, and frankly, if you didn’t get it, and only got it after reading this, thats fine too.&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised its another great metaphor for anything you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8858423712735572715?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8858423712735572715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8858423712735572715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8858423712735572715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8858423712735572715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/chasing-rain-another-post-for-today.html' title='Chasing the rain (Another post for today)'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5170332030098320764</id><published>2009-02-25T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:43:25.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 100th post!!! Let celebrate tis day with a very (un)interesting post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me n bella went off early for this pre contest workshop which everyone assumes is the competition. Therefore, i am making this very clear now, it is not the actual competition yet, not like u all expect us to win when there is RI competing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we arrive quite early and i was talking animatedly. Then ppl started streaming in, and i was still talking and laughing with bella (loudly, according to bella). Then this RI boy was sitting beside us. And i was talking loudly and laughing loudly and dunno how much rubbish i had said alr. And only today did bella told me he was staring at me like as if i am some idiot. Ah! I make a complete fool of myself in the public yesterday and bella didnt even ask me to stop. She juz sit there n laugh non stop like as if i am her entertainer (which is quite true).Ahhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my fencing tr was talking abt how u c a glass half full or half empty, which ms ang told us abt (many times). I was tinking abt this... There's something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say when. I think it's a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It's entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless. And all we want, is more. Isn't it true? I told tat to my fencing tr and he juz stare at me and tell the whole class not to tink too deep into the ques. I shall tell my theory to ms ang the next time she says this, if i dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why i am addicted to snapping my fingers. Bella juz found out tat my fav phrase is "This is bad, this is very bad." Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5170332030098320764?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5170332030098320764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5170332030098320764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5170332030098320764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5170332030098320764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-4160315306587656136</id><published>2009-02-23T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:44:18.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a sadist is good....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finish Love, Rosie. It is typical sad love story which two ppl who r meant to be tgt juz could not be tgt due to wrong timings. Hey, this is a romance story and i like it!! Omg, i cant believe i juz said tat. I guess i like stories which the two ppl will nv ever be tgt. I am such a sadist. If u have any love story in which the two ppl nv get tgt due to some reasons, do recommend it to me. I would love to read it. There i go again, being a sadist...I guess i could be really evil some times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have serious flu today. It sucks. i have to do my chi test while busy blowing my nose and also sneezing. I hate flus, not really flu la, i have sensitive nose. I rmb i use to go to my tuition's tr house and his son, who is like around 15 yrs old (a very unfriendly person), would sneeze and blow our nose at the same time without meaning to. And my tuition tr would go like "Wow, u 2 have telepathy, is it?" I guess everyone in this world who suffers from sensitive nose will have sneezing telepathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay, tmr get to skip assembly. Ole ole~~ Have to make our way to the HPB by ourselves. Our sch is too poor to provide transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-4160315306587656136?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4160315306587656136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=4160315306587656136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4160315306587656136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4160315306587656136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finish-love-rosie.html' title='Being a sadist is good....'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1675554708895784038</id><published>2009-02-17T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:25:56.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money do make the world go round...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the types of styles of writing I simply, cannot stand.&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;THE HALL OF SHAME! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) People that use emoticons too over excessively, and it takes a long time to process their custom emoticons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An example would be:"[insert emoticon for "Hey"] [insert emoticon for "!"], do [insert emoticon for "you"] k[insert emoticon for "no"]w what hw there is Today [insert emoticon for "?"]I get kinda pissed when i see people like that, because firstly , i cannot even read what their saying, and my computer is already struggling with the space that it has, and you want my processor to process your images? No way, bubzo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) People that use signs like "&gt;.&lt;" or "XD or xD or xP or XP or &gt;.&gt;" or whatever OVER excessively. note the over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Example,"Today, i went to junction 8 even though it wasn't raining xDD then got a lot of people. Then, i bought a macdonalds XP i think i'm gonna grow fat &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) People that go on do not use full stops, but they use "...". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For example,"wah lao.....my life sucks like crap la.......then today....like dam sian during class......teacher talk and talk and talk.......but then.......at least i got pass up my homework......crap la....almost fell asleep....."at least this i can tolerate to a certain degree. but still, it is irritating, isnt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LEGAL DISCLAIMER: i'm not saying my english is perfect or anything, but these are the types of sentences/emoticons that i dislike ALOT. so put down those flamethrowers, and those lawsuits, and relax. I'm not pointing fingers at anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RELAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i shall end off with a quick advertisement of my latest robot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This carefully crafted model with a built in CONTROL [Cooperative Operative Numbers for The Reactions Of Life] allows you have absolute control over the designated model. With this futuristic facilities yet conservative and subtle styling, this Model is thus one of the best you can have so far.Showing absolutely no emotions, fatigue or any feelings at all, even when after strenuous gym trainings ranging about 4 hours to still smiling, as good as new, when you get back! It also has Stress-Control gadgets integrated into it's operative system to prevent it from crumbling down and breaking down. All negative emotions are instantly nullified, while all positive emotions dissipate in contact.It also allows absolute Control, and the user can manipulate the model in anyway. After all, with CONTROL, the model has no free will at all! You can ask it to do homework, finish projects and handle everything you can ever imagine of!Even with the ominous cloud of school and its daily pressures, it still can persevere and not break down despite all sorts of negative factors! It has also been certified by the authorites that it is Shock-Proof, water-resistant up to a depth of 1.5m, and definitely emotion-proof.So, pile all your worries unto it! Buy this model for a cheap price of 3 dollars! A superman Robot for just 3 dollars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1675554708895784038?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1675554708895784038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1675554708895784038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1675554708895784038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1675554708895784038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/money-do-make-world-go-round.html' title='Money do make the world go round...'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1980757171023466963</id><published>2009-02-16T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:11:00.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2C3 classified</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2C3 CLASSIFIED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Asforementioned, this blog post will explain about 2C3's unique groupings and their titles. Also, this post will also try it's utmost to convey the author's diplomatic thoughts and opinions about this group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/strong&gt;: No intentional harm or insult is directed at anyone. Coughs.And here I go, in no particular order at all. Note that I don't include all the groups, only those that are more "interesting".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group 1: Attention-seeking People &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This group consists of people who tried to attract the tr's attention or cut off the trs by shrieking unnecesarily like one particular girl which i wont mention her name. They also command a secret power known as "SCREAMING" which emits an ultrasonic ear-piercing scream that stuns everyone in the vicinity for a short while. They are also capable of using an attacking method that consists of shouting and screaming vulgarities at the same time and also beat u cery hard and think that they are very smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Known deterrents&lt;/strong&gt;: SHouting in the middle of the class to catch tha attention's of ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group 2: Sleepers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group of people, once they enter class, have absolutely no intention to listen to the teacher droning on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Thus, they usually put their heads on the tables and start snoozing off to dreamland. Some sharp teachers occasionally spot them and instantly pwn them alive, but other blur and unexperience teachers just cannot be bothered or dont even notice them sleeping and let them succeed with what they want to do for the entire day (excluding PE, Recess and Lunch) : SLEEP. This state of sleepiness is usually caused by prolonged hours of playing computer game throughout the entire night or just think that the lessons are damn boring. Also, some people just have natural tendencies to sleep more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Known Deterrents&lt;/strong&gt;: Banging on the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group 3: Pai Kias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group of people usually try to disrupt the lesson as much as possible by cutting off the teacher or making jokes that usually make the teacher either annoyed/amused and making the entire class laugh. However, this group does not work under a strict teachers that include the 2C3 Science or Maths teacher. Coughs. This group of people also rarely hand up their work and either get scolded or get away with it scot-free. Even if u ask them to do the hw, they will juz say "orh" and forget it in 1 secs. Sometimes, they can delay their hw for weeks and months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Known Deterrents&lt;/strong&gt;: "Morning then rush la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group 4: No Lifers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This vast group spans over certain miniority sections of people. This include those that play electronic devices all days long. This also includes those that only know how to study, sleep, and eat aka mugger. They dunno how to entertain their partner and may sometimes be mistaken as having absense seizures. Talking to this group of people is either&lt;br /&gt;a) sanity-destroying (too boring)&lt;br /&gt;b) Gain lots of information (from the mugger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Known Deterrents&lt;/strong&gt;: Not talking and juz staing lifelesssly with no intent to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group 5&lt;/strong&gt;: People who should be placed as R21 for Mature Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;The above was just a euphemism for those people that are super horny. These guys like to disrupt the class by laughing at controversial words (such as, er, nevermind) asking ridiculous questions. They even want to rush the trs into teaching them D7 which i guess all of u should noe wat topics it is.Be wary, for this contagious disease can be spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Known Deterrents&lt;/strong&gt;: Going excited when talking abt xxx, which is bad for health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I didn't name any names, did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quote of the Day:"iPhone Shuffle! No screen and calls people randomly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1980757171023466963?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1980757171023466963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1980757171023466963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1980757171023466963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1980757171023466963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/2c3-classified-asforementioned-this.html' title='2C3 classified'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5621657142224310550</id><published>2009-02-14T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:57:57.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the curse begins.....(Cont'd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun really noe wat to blog abt. But in order not to break my chain of blogging continuously for dunnohow many days, i must blog sth. I shall juz blog abt all the Val's day sms i received today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Juz now i received a sms from some random person asking me to forward the message to the ppl whom i have said 'i luv u' out loud to. Apparently, i dun rmb this random person saying 'i luv u' to me so wat for he forward this msg to me. Weird person. So, i was tinking who i had said 'i luv u' to. I dun really say ' i luv u' to ppl. I am not those emotional type of ppl. And guess wat!!! The first person i said ' i luv u' out loud or rather verbally was to Debbie Kung! How sad, cos i dun really luv her. I was pretty crazy when i said it to her. But no way am i going to forward this sms to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another one says i must forward some stupid msg to my bf, ex bf, ex ex bf, ex ex ex bf. Wat a stupid msg. Sry, it is not tat i dowan to froward it, but i dun have any bf to forward it, so ya, sry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was dragged by Michelle to accompany her on a date wif her bf. I was suppose to be the "light bulb" there, how sad...Anw, she refuse to admit tat he was her bf. She says he is her "chick friend" or close friend, those type of boy tat she can relate to when she has a problem. Seriously, i dun find any diff. So i shall still refer him as her bf. He was surprise to see me, obviously. Who goes out wif their fwen when their fwen is on a date. Except for me, but i was forced to :( He is such a funny person. Then, i realise tat him n Mic r not talking much, which is very weird cos they r suppose to be going out. It seems like i am doing all the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Sry, i guess i was talking too much. U 2 try to treat me as invisble, or i can take a cab n go home now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Haha, it's ok. It's more fun talking to u than michelle cos she dun laugh too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Tat is not wat u r supose to say to ur date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic: i am not his date. I brought u out as we 2 r doing a project to prove the existence of ultratalkative person, and u one of the species. So i guess i shld show it to him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Ummm...hahah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Haha, Mic, u do make funny jokes. Ur fwen is so cute* start pinching my cheeks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesnt he noes tat my cheeks will hurt from excessive pinching. I suspect he is abusive. My cheeks r so sore and swollen, not to mention red from the excessive pinching. I literally have to pinch his hand to stop him from pinching me. I serously cant stand it anymore, so i hopped into a cab and went home. The curse of Val's Day nv end, does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5621657142224310550?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5621657142224310550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5621657142224310550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5621657142224310550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5621657142224310550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-curse-beginscontd.html' title='When the curse begins.....(Cont&apos;d)'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-465873669912394323</id><published>2009-02-13T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:28:16.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the curse begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Val's Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The curse of Valentine's day had started yesterday. I hate Valentine's day :( I went to fence early in the morning today wif my cousins and Michelle as my mum said i havent been practising for ages. I juz do not have the time to go fencing, and i have the tendency to hit ppl at the wrong part when fencing and i obviously did not want them to blame me when they get married. So whoever fence wif me will be one unlucky gal. Naturally, i have to go to Michelle's house and literally yell at her ears to wake her up. Her fencing skills is so much worse than mine, yet she still do not want to practise. She dun even noe where she had chuck her foil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the surprsing thing is, i beat my cousins (not all, but some) at fencing. They r like much more pro than me, yet i still manage to beat them. I still cant beat Eric though, fencing wif him is like the worst thing tat can happen to anyone. As i could not beat him, i have to accept my punishment reluctantly. I am suppose to tidy his room for him, his room is like the messiest room i ever seen in my life. Even my room (which i seldom tidy) is neater. His study table is the worst. His clothes is all over the place. Anw, i found some very interesting thing while tidying his room. Michelle was wif me tidying his room too , as she too, lost to him. Lol, i didnt noe my cousin is so smart, he is like the toally opppsite of me. He actually got full marks for CME test and nv fail any test b4. Tat is like so hard to believe. And he got so much assesment books which he do so regularly. Lol, his dustbin is full of lovenotes sent by some stupid girls. I dun tink he even read it and juz chuck it into the dustbins. Actually, the lovenotes r my source of entertainment (they r damn funny) while tidyng his room or i would fall asleep on his bed by now. And his wardrobe is so untidy. I dun tink he ever iron his clothes. Michelle was vacuuming his room and a mag got stuck to the mag. And we totally destroyed his newsweeks, oops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess this is the curse of Val's day. How sad... When will this horrible curse ends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-465873669912394323?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/465873669912394323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=465873669912394323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/465873669912394323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/465873669912394323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-curse-begins.html' title='When the curse begins...'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-3388225659744757624</id><published>2009-02-12T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:13:30.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cant believe this!! Someone actually stole my cookies! WTH!!! I was on my way to the bus stop when i rmb my cookies was in the classroom. And tat stupid Geraldine nv lock the classroom when i go in. I tink tat is probably how my cookies got stolen. I am so going to make her pay back my cookies or i will kill her myself!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There goes my cookies....! Ms Ang is giving us the valentine's day balloon again. I have to carry the balllon up to the bus like som kind of idiot. But, i must say tat ms ang is very kind to buy us ballooons compared to others teachers. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My parents were talking abt how to celebreate valentine's day since it falls on a Sat. I hate Valentine's day. I am always cursed on tat day. Like cutting myself accdientally last yr, and losing my wallet last last yr. But watever it is, i wil still be cursed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My family had the tendency to leave me in the cinema for Val's day. It is juz pretty sad. There is like a lot of ppl making out, all around me. N they dun make out silently, they make a lot of noise. Make the movie M18 instead of PG. Sometmes, if  really cant stand it, i will either ask them to shut up, or leave the cinema ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha. Today the bus ride to my house is damn funny. I saw Michelle in the same bus and she waved to me and asjk me to sit beside her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At dover stop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic: Wait, isnt that the guy u had staring competition wif? *point to some guy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Ya, he is an idiot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic: I helpu take revenge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy board the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic:Omg!!!Daniel!!!(She actaully noe his name-.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Oh, hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic: This is me and this is me fwen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic: Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy:Hi! (to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Am i suppose to respond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: I suppose so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic suddenly sprang from her seat and kissed the boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic: Happy Val's day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy turn bright red. Apparently, all his fwen were looking at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: *Uncontrallable laughter*....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Um...Thank..you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mic: U r welcome *smile fakely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol, this is so damn funny. I realise tat the best person to help u take revenge is Michelle. It is so damn funny. I laughed till i got stomach pain. Serve him rite for bullying me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-3388225659744757624?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3388225659744757624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=3388225659744757624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3388225659744757624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3388225659744757624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-believe-this-someone-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-5910629395349579287</id><published>2009-02-11T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:49:04.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love does not exist....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found this at somoene's blog. He gave a pretty long answer to all the ques, so i guess i shld do the same. It's only two ques.&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;Do you believe in true love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait, i didnt c tat ques in his blog! (Am i blind) Ok, this is so hard to elaborate. I dun believe in true love. It is nv fair in any relationships. You know it's never fifty-fifty in a relationship. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride. Find this famaliar? Haha.. Well, this is not surprising some of the affairs we witness in our society today are most often than not based directly/or indirectly on physical appearances and/or sexual attraction, and have lacked that strong feeling called love; which comprises yearning for each other, sharing, laughing together and being life companions of each other, forever being friends. These are some of the attributes missing in some of our marriages today. I think in most cases what we have in our societies, is the husband and wife caught in the trap of "farz" and marriage is needed to be socially acceptable and they basically just get fed up of each other within first 2-3 years. After that its just same old life and its responsibilities However, today, what you find is that most of the couples come to know they are in love only when they start missing each other, like if one of them goes out of station for a year and they wept for one another (a nice proof to their minds that they are in love) and they think it just "happened" to them-they never knew it before. That is not love, that is just missing and after a while you will be fine with that. If it were love, it should exist for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, some couples just start pretending to themselves that they are in love or like modify some other feeling(s) as love. I think there are a lot of other feelings which seem to be close to love but they are not, just misspelled as "love" . And above all, if a "pure" thing as true love is to exist, then first it has to be far far away from sexual attraction/physical appearance and second it has to be "forever". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In conclusion, ppl, pls dun be so naive anymore, come on, stop cheating urself, there is no such thing as true love. If u chose to believe in true love, there is nth i can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I elaborate too much alr. I shall do the next ques tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/13342"&gt;http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/13342&lt;/a&gt; ( i got some info from there)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-5910629395349579287?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5910629395349579287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=5910629395349579287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5910629395349579287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/5910629395349579287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-love-does-not-exist.html' title='True love does not exist....'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-323830697623148089</id><published>2009-02-10T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:47:53.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>90 degree boww...</title><content type='html'>Haha, i juz found a super weapon to make me finish my hw as fast as possible. And it is called the Music Destruction. U can try it to c if it works for u, but pls take note, if u hate music, this method has a higher chance working for u. First, u juz go to utube. If u want to finish ur work quickly, find a fast song, the song must be terrible to listen to, like rap or sth. Then on ur vol to the max, and u start ur hw. No matter how terrible the song is, u canot take ur earphones down, so it is like torturing urself until u have finish. So naturally, u will juz want to finish ur work ASAP, and put down the earphones. It works for me. I have been listening to so many horrible songs the last few days. My ears are hurting. But at least, i finish my hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to back out of the Prove it! Contest b4 i made a fool of myself. The tr in charge told us to participate in this contest so tat we can earn more CCA points. N i took part without knowing wat it is abt. So yesterday i juz reliae wat is it abt. U r suppose to search for info in the lib using their printed resources only. Tat is not so bad. Until the tr told us tat RI won last yr. Me and bella was staring at each other, b4 bursting into laughters. So, it is quite obvious tat we r gonna to lose rite. But on a second note, i decide not to back out anymore. I heard tat they give u goodie bags for participation. Ok, i am so cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, today mr tham was talking how the ppl greet the chinese in the past with a 90 degree bow to show their respect. Haha, so i was greeting all the trs with the 90  degreee bow. I actually greet them with the 90 degree bow b4 mr tham tell us abt it, haha. i tink i gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bella is prettier, ok, li yun? N i have no idea wat bees and birds r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-323830697623148089?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/323830697623148089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=323830697623148089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/323830697623148089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/323830697623148089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/90-degree-boww.html' title='90 degree boww...'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7893700238315291744</id><published>2009-02-07T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:14:32.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay, i stole this from Alison's blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elaine Boo Sinn Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am multicellular :) Haha, i am single, duh -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. What is your favourite number[s]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.What is/are your favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blue black, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5.Least favourite colour[s]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pink, red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6.What are you thinking of now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking of ways to shut my sister's mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm..i tink so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8.What are your favourite subjects in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History, even though i suck it, but it is really interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Do you shop at malls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10.Where do you wish to be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. What should you be doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finish up my science hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12.Do you have any crush on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No and will never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13.When was the last time you bought a clothing item?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm...one month ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Winter melon tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. Do you hate liars? Do you hate backstabbers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hate is too strong. Mine is more of dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. Can you make yourself sneeze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have sensitive nose, so i quite sneeze quite easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17.Do you fall for people easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha! No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. What does your last text msg read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy B'dae. I will always luv u. (From my cousin, Eric)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. Are you too forgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe, depends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20.How many windows are open on your computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21.Who was your last call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michelle (she was telling me how sry she was for the incident tat happen at the bus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22.What do you do with most of your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surfing the net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23.Will you and your ex get back again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait till i have one then i tell u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24.Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25. Which of your close friends live the closest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26.Which item could you not live with during the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clothes la, haha. And my pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27. Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28.How was your weekend?Last weekend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Horrible..My cousins and i were having pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29.Do you believe ex[s] can be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30. The last person you quarrelled with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousin. We can quarrel everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31.The way to win your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smart. Haha, so tat he can help me finish my homework. Haha juz joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32.What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I... slept... and woke up to print stuff... and slept again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;33. Do you have the same name as one of your relatives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, but my aunt's middle name is Elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;34.Are you looking for a boyf/girlf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nope, waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35.One song that is meaningful to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;36.Do you twirl or scoop your spaghetti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Twirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;37.Do you drink milk straight from the carton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eww..i wont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;38.How long is your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Around my collarbone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39.Do you like batman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, Batman is too ugly, unlike Joker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;40.Who was the last person who told you that they love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, my cousin. In a sarcastic manner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;41.When was the last time you sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 yrs ago...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;42.What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Waffles with hershey chocolate sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;43.Is your birthday on a holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, sadly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;44.Can you cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;45.Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;46.What was the reason for the last troubles you were in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm, talking too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;47.which do you wear more? sweats or jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;48. When is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 Feb...Coming soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;49. Do you swear alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sort of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50. What was your first alcoholic drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When i was 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;51.Do you have any regrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;52. Who would you like to see now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;53.Have the cops ever come to your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, no, my family havent commited any crime, not yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;54. Are you a social or anti-social person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More on social. I dun tink i am anti social if i can talk to strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;55. Who are your best friends? Are you still friends with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun rank my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;56. Ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nope. I dun tink i will ever be in luv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;57. Ever had braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to...soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;58. What do you wear to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tees and shorts la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;59.Who was the last person who disappointed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;60. Do you trust people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun, not even whne u r my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;61. Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;62. Who was the first person who texted you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;63. what was the first thing you did today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to the bathroom to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did finish Sundays at Tiffany's, though. Even though, i noe it is a romance book, but i still read it cos i am too bored. the storyline was pretty predictable. It is about this nine yr old girl who befreiend her imaginery fren, who is in his thirties.. But the imaginery fwen left her when she was nine yr old as he as to take care of other kids. Tat was the job of a imaginery fwen. The imaginery fwen, Micheal, told her tat she will forget him like any other kid. But 20 yrs later, she didnt forget him. And micheal met her again, now as a grown up. Michael nv grew old as he was sorta like an angel and a human, a cross breed, so sth liddat. And then they fell in luv with each other  lor. (eww, i wont fall in luv with an imaginery fwen) Some parts in tat book r really disgusting. Aiya, i cant explain the full story. Go to Amazon n find out urself la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7893700238315291744?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7893700238315291744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7893700238315291744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7893700238315291744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7893700238315291744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay-i-stole-this-from-alisons-blog-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2939693434245009723</id><published>2009-02-07T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:33:25.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seizures and more.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I TINK i have decided to become a neurologist. I am always switching ambitions, but i tink the toilet cleaner one still stays the longest. I read this very interesting post about tonic-clonic seizures, which is known as grand mal seizures in the past but this term is now discouraged. If u have this type of seizure, u will go into the aura state first, b4 going into the tonic state which means biting your tongue (ouch!). After tat, u will go into the clonic phase-which is also the last phase- and your muscles will start to contract and relax rapidly, causing convulsions. It is sth like electric shock, i tink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many types of seizures. But i tink the most interesting one is absense seizures. In absense seizures, the person may appear to be staring into space with or without jerking or twitching movements of the eye muscles. These periods last for seconds, or even tens of seconds. Those experiencing absence seizures sometimes move from one location to another without any purpose. No twitching of eye muscles for ten seconds, tat is like so cool! I cant do tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i become a neurologist, i get to study all of them. There are many more seizures tat i dun have time to elaborate. And oh, did i mention tat seizures respond dogs r so damn cool! They can summon help, either by finding another person or activating a medical alert or pre-programmed phone, pulling potentially dangerous objects away from the person's body, "blocking" to keep individuals with absence seizures from walking into obstacles, streets, and other dangerous areas Attempting to arouse the unconscious handler during or after a seizure&lt;br /&gt;Providing emotional and physical support&lt;br /&gt;Carrying information regarding the dog and the handler's medical condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat is like so cool. So u can sorta imagine how hard it is to train a seizure dog. I tink there is currently no cure for seizures. Maybe, i can ask my uncle more about it. Maybe this ambition of mine will last a little while b4 i go back to wanting to become a toilet cleaner again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention i like the smell of hospital. I dunno why i like the smell of odd things like fresh ink smell, esp on magazines, like newsweek. And i also like the smell of chlorine. I guess i have a weird sense of smell. And i esp like the smell of hospital. Dental clinic is not tat bad too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, Handle with Care by Jodi Picoult is coming out in March 2009! *Shriek* This is my most anticipated book of the year other than The Solomon Key by Dan Brown. Handle with care sounds interesting. Hopefully, the lib will have it. Or i will juz buy it from Barnes and Noble, wait, i mean Borders, since there is no Barnes and Noble in Singapore. I rmb someone ask me to read Sundays at Tiffany's. But i read the plot and it sounds like so kind of romance book so maybe i shld juz skip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2939693434245009723?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2939693434245009723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2939693434245009723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2939693434245009723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2939693434245009723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/seizures-and-more.html' title='Seizures and more.....'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8923581655386055628</id><published>2009-02-06T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:38:26.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tink i really have the ability to attract irritating ppl. It is not an ability tat i want. It sucks. I was on the bus on my way home after taking the MRT. As expected, it was damn crowded with ppl. So, i went to the upper deck to find a seat, only to my horror, tat it is filled with schoolboys. Luckily, i managed to find this seat. And then after a few mins, i caught this idiotic boy staring at me. Ok, maybe bcos it is due to the fact tat my uniform is so "attraxtive", i am the only yellow among all the whites, and i guess i am probably the ony girl there. So i was giving him this why-r-u-staring-at-me look. But he continued to stare back. So in the end, we have a staring fight. And oh, b4 i continue the story, i realise i can have staring fight with strangers. How interesting! Back to the point, it seemed silly to have a staring fight with some idiotic strangers. But i was damn competitive in the bus (somehow), so i juz refuse to lose. Even though it was my stop alr, i still refuse to give up. But on second thiking, why shld i miss my stop bcos of some stupid staring fight with an absolute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, b4 i continue my story again, i juz realise i can talk to stangers. There was this CGS girl sitting beside me, whom i did not noe, and i can talk for like 30mins with her.(ask bella, she noes) I bet if my mum found out i can talk freely with strangers, she is going to nag at me abt talking to strangers. Ok back to the story, so i ran down the stairs quickly and luckily, the bus havent drove off. Little did i expect tat the stupid guy also get off the same stop as me. I was like dammit! I alr lose the game. And the guy was like murmuring to himself. I bet he is some madman tat escape from glassbridge. Then while walking, (i still have quite a distance to my house), he shouted,"Hey girl! I have been talking to u and u nv respond, r u deaf or sth?" End up he is talking to me and not to himself, but he is damn rude for a person who duno me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was like, u lose the staring match and u owe me sth. And i was like telling him tat i dunno him and tat i did not play any staring game with him(which i lied). But tat was to prevent from oweing him things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Then why r u staring at me juz now&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bcos u stared at me first.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Admit it, u played the staring game with me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey, u idiot, i am probably older than u and plus i dun even noe u. And u havent tell me why u r staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Excuse me, i am older as i am taller than u, i bet u r only 13, the most. I am like 15 this yr. And, i tot u look familiar. Wait, r u the girl who came to my house and told me tat i am horrible and stupid and inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;Me: FYI, i am 14! And tat was michelle, not me, i only accompany her there.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Sry..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Crazy..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Bye&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall tat Michelle decided to play some prank on ppl and decided to visit  some ppl house randomly, and call whoever that opens the gate stupid, and inconsiderate. I am so going to kill Michelle. She is gotten me into enuf trouble, like giving me her crazy bfs my address instead of hers. And her bfs r so irritating. They kept on tinking tat i am Michelle's sister and demanded to let them get into my house. Sometimes, i juz feel like slapping them and giving a punch to Michelle. I am so going to kill her for this. Juz wait n c...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8923581655386055628?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8923581655386055628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8923581655386055628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8923581655386055628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8923581655386055628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-tink-i-really-have-ability-to-attract.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-3622153128834816832</id><published>2009-02-03T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:42:05.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote crazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i have gone a bit quote crazy. I am going to flood my whole post with quotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in your or the world, that one song says the same, just like that moment." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3683948.Just_Listen"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51738.Just_Listen"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1295102.Lock_and_Key"&gt;Lock and Key&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51737.The_Truth_About_Forever"&gt;The Truth About Forever&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51738.Just_Listen"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future. It's all linked together." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51738.Just_Listen"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51738.Just_Listen"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The past did affect the present and the future, in ways you could see and a million ones you couldn't. Time wasn't a thing you could divide easily; there was no defined middle or beginning or end. I could pretend to leave the past begind, but it would not leave me." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51738.Just_Listen"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's strange, when you've always been told something is true, like the moon will come back. You need proof. And while you wait, you feel the entire balance of your world just tipping. It's crazy. But when it's over, and it does come back, that's the best, because it's all you want, everything narrows to just that. It's this great rush, like for that one second everything's okay with the world again. It's amazing." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3683956.Keeping_the_Moon"&gt;Keeping the Moon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3683954.Keeping_The_Moon"&gt;Keeping The Moon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you've carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/176607.Someone_Like_You"&gt;Someone Like You&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one could tell you: you just had to go through it on your own. If you were lucky, you came out on the other side and understood. If you didn't, you kept getting thrust back, retracing those steps, until you finally got it right." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Sarah Dessen" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The thing about Sarah Dessen is all her books juz had this typical storyline which is how teenager overcoming diffculties, and sometimes, it can be very boring, but all her quotes are nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's always going to be bad stuff out there. But here's the amazing thing - light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light. -Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are only as invincible as your smallest weakness, and those are tiny indeed - the length of a sleeping baby's eyelash, the span of a child's hand. Life turns on a dime, and - it turns out - so does one's conscience." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Jodi Picoult" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/7128.Jodi_Picoult"&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/111180.Perfect_Match_A_Novel"&gt;Perfect Match: A Novel&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I nid to stop....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Jodi Picoult" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/7128.Jodi_Picoult"&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10911.Second_Glance_A_Novel"&gt;Second Glance: A Novel&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But apparently, i cant....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Jodi Picoult" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/7128.Jodi_Picoult"&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10917.My_Sister_s_Keeper"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-3622153128834816832?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3622153128834816832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=3622153128834816832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3622153128834816832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3622153128834816832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-i-have-gone-bit-quote-crazy.html' title='Quote crazy...'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1896720625507829932</id><published>2009-01-29T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:23:08.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>............</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Havent be blogging for ages, i am actually quite lazy to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is another boring day.  But the ms ng nv make me stand up and tell the class wat to bring for lit, which is a gd thing. The PE was horrible.  We hav to run four runs around the school. First, we r suppose to climb the staircase, then circle one round around the corridor near the hall and climb another flight of stairs (the rotunda)to the third floor. Then we run a few rounds and down all the way to the first floor.  We have to do four rounds of this. It is definitely more than two rounds at the canal. After tat, we only rested for a few secs b4 going to the basketball court to play floor ball.  By then, i am alr too tired to run properly le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For eng, we r suppose to be some kind of aunt agony and write back a letter to this upset girl called Joy Foo. It is counted for CA and we r suppose to do it in pairs, i nv bring my PC so i ask Geraldine to use hers instead. And homec is so damn boring today. We r ony doing theory today, for like three periods. Waste if time. My stomach is like damn painful and i have no mood to do the theory properly, so i rush thru everything. I bet i will fail my homec CA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For lib duty today, bcos ms ng was there, the libarian did not dare to let us off too early as ms ng complained to her tat we have it too easy. So me and bella stayed therefor more than an hour, standing somemore when my leg is alr so painful from the excessive running. Finally, we sneaked out b4 ms ng came back for another round of checking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh shit, there is history assignment tmr and i have not brought back my history book. I am so so dead.....Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1896720625507829932?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1896720625507829932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1896720625507829932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1896720625507829932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1896720625507829932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='............'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-4991418433437672508</id><published>2009-01-20T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:35:28.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeheehahahaheehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow, i feel so sleepy today, esp during the presentations during the assembly. I am so restless and the talk isnt really very interesting. (Oh, my mum is naging now, so noisy, where is my earplug?)Ok, back to the point, i was going to stya back today to help with the clas CNY decoration. Then i realise i have piano tuition, so i have to rush home. Or else i sure stay and help one, after all, u can get honor point and CIP hours leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, they release us from assembly so late.  I have to rush home quickly, by the time i reach home, the piano tr was alr there. He was like glaring at me and asking me to hurry up. He keep on scowling. Actually, tat is quite pathetic. Scowling makes him look like 50-yr-old instead of 27 yr old he claim to be. How can i hurry up. I nid to take my lunch (which is none other than the yucky pizza tat we make during homec, damn cheapskate) and then bath. Somehow, my mum walks past the room and saw the tr waiting 4 me. So she snatched the box wif the pizza and gave it to the tr, and ask him to eat while waiting  4 me to bathe. Which is exactly wat me and alison had discussed on the bus. Wat a coincidence. If i had known, i will put a few drop of poison in it and poison him to death. Muahaha~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After i finish bathing, which is like 10 min later, he was still eating(wat a slow eater!). And, he asked me where i buy the pizza from. He said it is very nice. OMG, if he had known i had cook it, i can bet u he will puke it all out. So, i anyhow tell him tat i pack this from my sch canteen. This also shows tat i can cook nice food,unlike someone. Heeheehaahaa. And tat was the first time during piano lesson, tat he did not scold me. Usually, he will scold me like hell, ok, maybe scolding is an underestimation, more like yelling rite at my ears and beating me (student abuse). He didnt even scowled at me when i did not finish my theory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i nid to finish the tons and tons of hw. I better do chi this time. Lao shi had complained to ms ang, and ms ang is like damn angry wif us, and threaten to email the parents. But usally, i am a gd girl, i always hand up chi hw on time, even the chi rep, which is debbie, praise me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NOE I AM A GD GIRL. AND ALISON MUST AGREE WITH THIS :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-4991418433437672508?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4991418433437672508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=4991418433437672508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4991418433437672508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4991418433437672508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/01/heeheehahahaheehee.html' title='Heeheehahahaheehee'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-6738859848853817158</id><published>2009-01-18T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:27:13.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's another boring day. I am juz lazing around, with no intention to continue with my art homework (it simply sucks) Cant they make art an optional subject. Why cant they juz believe tat some ppl like me juz cant draw, no matter ho much u force them. It is a complete waste of time. I am thinking of how to cram the 1o pics together with the credits below. It is juz so impossible, the credit will be so small tat u cant even c them. So what's the use of putting the crdits there. Completely useless... I HATE ART. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went t youtube again, and this time, i have no idea wat to watch. I have finish all my documentaries and there is juz nth to watch. So i randomly press a letter on my keyboard. Turns up i pressed the letter "H". You know, when u press sth at utube, then they will give u a lot of suggestions. Hot shot is one of them. If i rmb correctly, Cruella de Alison was obssessed about it. I watch the first part of the first ep, it seem ok, then the next few eps is uz rubbish. The stupid guy, i forgogtten wat his name was, juz refuse to tell the poor girl he liked her. Beating around the bush all the time, wat an idiot. And, i cant stand beating around the bush, so maybe, i am juz not suitable to watch Taiwanese drama. It always make me so angry. And the show is juz so weird, first they were talking about basketball, then somehow, they have this luv triangle which is juz so irritating. The ball on fire wasnt really tat natural, it is damn fake. Not even nice at all. And there was this guy or probably girl (he is like tat 不男不女 type) who keep on appearing for a short wile and ten disappear. The whole show is already bad enuf, plus a weird weird guy or girl, it simply make me feel like puking. So in the end, i found a vid about Hitler. Which turn up to be quite interesting, at least it is much better than the idiotic Hot Shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, i juz realise there is eng tmr, and i havent heard wat Cruella de Mok want us to do. I am gonna be so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As usual,i shall end off with a short excerpt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'd wanted was to forget. But even when i though i had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below. A pink shirt, a rhyme with my name, the feeling of hands on my neck. Because this is wat happens when u try to run from the past. It doesnt juz catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which lead through it, the only one tat can ever get u home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-6738859848853817158?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6738859848853817158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=6738859848853817158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6738859848853817158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6738859848853817158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-boring-day.html' title='Another boring day....'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7549658759702538484</id><published>2009-01-17T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:17:19.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded Quiz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousin forced me to do this ( almost all the quiz ques is about cousins), or he would kill me (like as if he dare).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is his or her name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cruella de Eric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What school does your cousin go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think of five postive words to describe your cousin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG, this is so hard. I cant seem to tink of any, cos in the first place, he got no positive points. Maybe i shld juz put one - Smart. (i really cant tink of any)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five neagative words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, this is so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you tot that u 2 would be more than juz cousins, like for example, BGF relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WTH!!! This is retarded. Eww..NO! It is juz so disgusting. I wouldnt even tink of it. It is bad enuf to have such a cousin alr. Anw, it is against the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the most intimate thing u 2 have ever done togther?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him and i r not even close. He would juz come and bully me, like strangling me from behind, is tat counted as intimate. I dun have a loving cousin, u noe? In my opinion, most cousins are irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is your cousin older or younger than u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Older (sadly)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the most horrible thing he had done to u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, alot lor..Like practising his black belt twaekwando on me. Poor me... And, making me laugh non stop when i am eating my dinner, i almost choke to death. Oh, he even come to my room juz to mess my things and survey thru my clothes. He said tat our sch uni is ugly, which is quite true. And he talk to my fwen using my MSN, loads of time! I can go on and on if i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, tag this to five other cousins of yours and let them know u care about them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Rachael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Hui Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Eason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*FYI, i dun care about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7549658759702538484?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7549658759702538484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7549658759702538484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7549658759702538484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7549658759702538484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cousin-forced-me-to-do-this-almost.html' title='Retarded Quiz...'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-9002487597737815108</id><published>2009-01-16T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:53:02.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; am so obsessed with the word Cruella. In fact, i have been calling everyone in the class Cruella de blah. Juz like how i used to call everyone some name in the Chinese History.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, i went to the TA to fix my stupid Kapersky which juz refuse to obey me. I nv like Kapersky anyway. It sucks. Ya, so very unluckily, the person who "served" me was the total retard who scolded me like hell during the vein scanning thing last yr. I hate him terribly. In fact, i did not want to even go into the TA office, but it is the due date for the Kapersky thingy, so i die die alos must go in. But luckily, the rest of the TA ppl came back so i got served by another person. Oh ya, i juz realise tat a lot of ppl had weak batt. There was like so many names in front of me for a new batt. I guess i muts have overcharge it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally finish the book "Just listen". I shld have listen to Cruella de Bella. The book was juz so broing. I realise the main character was also very bitchy but at keast better than Ruby in the "Lock and Key". I managed to finish the book in 5 hr (it's 375 pages and very small words) which is my record time so far. My mum always complain tat my reading speed is too slow. My mum will always read faster than me no matter wat. She juz has this supersonic reading speed. Oh ya, i look thru my mum's bookshlef today. I pick this book which is juz so boring. It is about some life lesson and how we shld face diffciulties bravely. It is so boring. And, i also find my mum's very old report book in her bookshelf. I tink it was her secondary sch grades. End up, she got F9 for homec every yr. No wonder, she cant seem to cook properly. And she still claim she nv get F9 b4. Liar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall end off with a short excerpt from a book (i shall randomly pick one now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the thing: once, the difference between light and dark had been basic. One was good, one bad.  Suddenly, though, thing weren't clear.  The dark was a mystery, something hidden, something to be scared of, but I'd come to fear the light too.  It was where everything was revealed, or seemed to be.  Evyes closed, i saw only the blackness, reminding me of this one thing, the most deep of my secrets, eyes open, there was only the world that didnt know it, bright, inescapble and, somehow, still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-9002487597737815108?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/9002487597737815108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=9002487597737815108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/9002487597737815108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/9002487597737815108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-obsessed-with-word-cruella.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-670776920699260959</id><published>2009-01-13T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:46:37.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14de485f5db94f0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D014de485f5db94f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331518718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80F848E54B80EA4DD794F5015D4DFB4AE68E3903.3163AECE8663903FA8C5C873905256C13F6AC334%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14de485f5db94f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtCZ2yO1_iw8OJqi_xV4l1dw2YsA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D014de485f5db94f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331518718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80F848E54B80EA4DD794F5015D4DFB4AE68E3903.3163AECE8663903FA8C5C873905256C13F6AC334%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14de485f5db94f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtCZ2yO1_iw8OJqi_xV4l1dw2YsA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol, ms ang was talking about this problem during maths lesson. Incidentally, i found this cartoon. I tink it makes lots of sense. Hahaa, the vid is so funny. I duno why i am wasting my time like this when i have a maths test tmr, but the problem is..., i dunno wat or how to prepare. The most i will juz attend ms ang's remedial class. I seriously tink i will screw up my maths test tmr bcosi have forgotten all my sec 1s stuffs, not like i care, anw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ya, today i went to try the new stall. And I so regret it. The fish is tasteless and the baked beans are so so yucky. I shall try the mushroom soup tmr, it looks nicer than the fish i had today. Maybe i shall try the chicken burger too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am freezingin my room now. The weather is so cold nowadays, my hands are starting to get cold again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-670776920699260959?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=14de485f5db94f0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/670776920699260959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=670776920699260959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/670776920699260959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/670776920699260959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol-ms-ang-was-talking-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2227924164886325155</id><published>2009-01-07T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:04:29.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay, i have officially gone mad today. Now, i finally noe the stressful side of lib club.  It is damn terrible. Not only do i have to shelf two full stack of books, i alsio have to do the sec1 orientation tmr. Dammit, i better not screw it up. And bcos of this sec 1 orientation, i had to stay back 2 days in a row to rehearse. Cant the sec 1 explore the lib by themself, not like they dun have leg rite? And we have to arrange the chairs for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no idea why i have gone mad today. I tink it was after assembly then i got mad. Tat why during the self introduction, i blurted tat i hate science to my science tr. Luckilu, nv get scolded. The only serious time was during maths lesson. Or else,i surely get scolded plus demerited. Then during chi lesson, i gone mad again. Apparently, Alison was dead and was possessed by this ghost called Celestial. Mr Tham was like asking ppl to go to HCI for this history talk, but apparently, it is not about china's history, or else i sure go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;小猪老师 will have a new english name called 'Paige'! Nice name rite, it is picked after 10hrs after thinking. In case u dunno who is 小猪老师, she is a tr at Piggy High School and she wears bikini while teaching. So far, i havent pick any eng name for 大猪老师, Paige's lover. He is the headmaster of PHS. Maybe i shld stop writing now, cos i am writing madder and madder things, or even worse, talk about the architecture of PHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2227924164886325155?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2227924164886325155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2227924164886325155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2227924164886325155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2227924164886325155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-i-have-officially-gone-mad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-3375799384133980066</id><published>2009-01-06T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:17:17.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am finally updating my blog after somebody kept on asking me to update my blog. Actually, i have nth to say, fine, i admit, i am lazy to type it out. So i shall juz do a quiz :P (it's pretty long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you right handed or left handed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;duh -.- My hair!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What was the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;umm.. i cant seem to rmb any..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever been knocked out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you,without fear and punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Duh, i would. Without fear and punishment leh, and they give u so much money, obviously i will kill la -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dumbology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is in your left pocket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My wallet, a bunch of keys, my handphone, some paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is napoleonDynamite actually a good movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okok la, not tat bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have hardwork or carpet in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depends on my mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many pairs of flipflops do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitchlogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you ever bitch behind people's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why would i want to do tat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you think you're a bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dun tink so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What was the most bitchy action you ever did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I nv did any bitch action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who was the last person who called you a bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i nv call anyone a bitch b4. The worst thing i did was to call my cousin a whore :x I was so angry tat time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last person who texted you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister. She was asking me if i had corrextion tape. She was juz beside me when she text this msg. Retarded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last person who called you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousin. He call me for fun all the time, so while he is talking, i juz put the phone down on the table and let him talk and talk, when he stop talking, then i off the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last person who hugged u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forgotten..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9, i dunno why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Winter!! It is cold and nice and u get to wear winter clothes and play wif snow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;black and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currentology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Missing someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I nv miss anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister playing the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worrying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a tee and a shorts la -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Richology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What type of house you live in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What type of car do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porsche and Lexus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whats the biggest sum of money you father gave you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$10,000 plus for future savings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you own a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Student???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you rate yourself, from rich to poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Truthlogy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you ever tell a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Find me someone who does not lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you hate someone now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obviously -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How are you feeling now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you hate most about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too lazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Randomology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First place you went in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What can you not wait to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you smile often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you a friendly person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-3375799384133980066?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3375799384133980066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=3375799384133980066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3375799384133980066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3375799384133980066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-finally-updating-my-blog-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-3324889471127352403</id><published>2008-12-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:36:37.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow, juz somehow, i ended up watching The Notebook wif my mother. I didnt een noe why i ended up in front of the TV, probably i was too bored. Anw, i learnt my lesson, nv watch a romance film wif ur mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh, the ending of The Notebook is so cute. The elderly couple died together while holding each other's hand. The dying part is the only nice part in the movie. This movie is about this old woman who got dementia (is tat the correct spelling?) and the old man who was his husband was reading a story from the old woman's notebook. The story was actually the love story of this old couple. So while telling the story, the screen would appear the youger version of the couple. Somehow, the two main characters ended up kissing each other, maybe kissing is an underestimation, they were like "devouring" each other faces, those type of yucky kiss tat would make u cringed. Yea, so my mum started asking me some retarded ques. She was asking me if the actor and actress dun feel yucky kissing each other like this. Like as if i noe the answer. And, i was giving her the how-would-i-noe look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, the silly main characters decided to have sex! (dammit, but luckily, before they could do anything, someone barged into the room.)And my mum was like "Gosh! Dun they feel awkward!" It is so common on TV now. Then my mum asked me for my view on premartial sex. And i was like !!!. Luckily, i told my mum tat i have a stomach pain and rushed for the toilet. But she seem to have forgotten her ques after i came back. Weirdly, my mum was laughing at the scene in which the female and male protagonists broke up(but they make up in the end), which i dun find a single bit funny. And my mum was like asking me why i wasnt laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having a terrible time watching movie with my mother esp romance film. I shld have change it to Underdog. I am so not going to watch another movie wif my mum lest she asked me any weird ques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-3324889471127352403?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3324889471127352403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=3324889471127352403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3324889471127352403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3324889471127352403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/12/somehow-juz-somehow-i-ended-up-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1831939491688417288</id><published>2008-12-09T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:46:41.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i havent been posting for quite a long time. Actually this post shld be published long time ago,but somehow i am too lazy to type. Anyway, it is so nice to type when u feel like it, i always like keyboard sound. But the bad thing is, i cant type without looking at the keyboard unlke my parents. Somehow, i cant do tat even though i had been typing for years. I would make a lot of mistakes (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is around the corner and i still havent bother to shop for presents. My mum JUST realised i hated shopping. She says shopping is enjoyable and it helps to relax. My foot, shopping is just boring and tiring. U have to walk non stop and almost all the shops has nth nice to sell. Going shopping wif my mum is worse. She can walk into a boutique, dragged me along, and spent hours there. It was like suferring in hell. I dun really c why ppl like shopping. Maybe to be exact, it is window shopping tat i hate most. Cant ppl just decide on wat they nid to buy, buy them quickly and go straight home. Not only does it help to conserve energy, it saves time too. Maybe i shld juz buy a bear from Minitoons and give it to each of my cousins. The presents they gave me are either books or some stupid CD i will nv ever listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch Bolt wif Li yun and bella next next week. I mean there is no other nice movie available now. Talking about movie, i watched Twilight weeks ago. It was totally sucky. Well, the only redeeming point is they follow the book quite closely. I always like Jacob in the book,... if only bellla was wif him. But the Jacob in the movie was utterly *speechless*. I am not insulting the actor, i tot someone more..er..stronger would take the role as Jacob. If u watch the movie, u would noe wat i mean. The part where Edward was out in the sun, shining like some diamond, i tot it would be more glistening, but in the movie, it is not really tat sparkiling. My sister, who did not read the book, tot Edward was going to bite Bella and make her a vampire. Obviously, he did not do tat, which make my sister frustrated. She tot she would be seeing lots of vampires with long fangs, who break into hospital to drink human blood and they would live in coffins. Ha! Too bad for her, she was quite disappointed though, so she fell asleep. I warn her not to watch it, but she nv heed my advice and was cringing at all the romantic parts. She is even more anti-romance than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored nowadays. I lost my tablet again. I dunno where i put it, but it was gone, i better dig it put b4 sch reopens or i will have no tpc wif me. The last time i lost my tpc, my mum almost gave it away to the rag and bone man whom came 2 collect the newspaper. My tablet was admist all the newspaper. Luckily, i spotted it in time or it would be crushed by now. I tink i shld really go n look for my tpc now b4 my mum did sth silly to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Michelle, if u r reading this, i have to tell u i cant ship the Grey's anatomy disc to u. Apparently, i was using the disc as Freesbie and played it wif ur dog (who really nid t exercise. He is like getting fatter). But hell, ur dog chewed it and the disc cant be played, i have tried it on my DVD player. So well, blame it on ur dog. Not my business, anw, it is my disc. Anw, Grey's anatomy is not really tat nice, so..u dun have to watch it. Oh ya, ur naughty doggy had Sally's dog pregnant. Sally is screaming like hell for u to come back cos she does not want her dog to get pregnant. Why did she buy a dog tat is a girl. She shld expect this. Anw, she insisted me to accompany she and her dog to the vet for abortion. Plus...i am not the dog's owner, it's u. She is so unreasonable and she say she dun care. Can a dog even abort in the first place?!?!!? All ur dog's fault, maybe it's ur fault for buying tat dog. I cant believe ur dog actually have a baby wif Sally's dog of all the dogs! Ur dog shld really improve his taste cos sally's dog is really..not pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1831939491688417288?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1831939491688417288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1831939491688417288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1831939491688417288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1831939491688417288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-i-havent-been-posting-for-quite-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8265044342132425733</id><published>2008-11-22T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:13:19.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad has found out a new application on Facebook called the Real Estate Tycoon. This game is basically about selling properties. U buy a property and wait for the price to rise b4 selling it. So, according to my "brilliant" (eccentric more like it), he wants me to play this game so tat i will noe how to make investment next time. Lame reason~~He wants me to make 10 million in 2 days!!! If i ever ear 10 million, he will deposit $10000 into my bank, but it is real money la. Of cos, i start with a million dollars so tat i can buy property. Ok, i only have a pathetic 8 million now. Wait a min, i shall go n see if the prices has risen. It changes every min, so every min is very precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, so if i ever sent u a Real Estate Tycoon request, pls accept it. Every invitation accepted will give me 500 000 dollars. It means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why i am wasting my time here. I shall go back to the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8265044342132425733?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8265044342132425733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8265044342132425733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8265044342132425733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8265044342132425733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-dad-has-found-out-new-application-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7943304184304242073</id><published>2008-11-18T02:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:03:02.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The booklist is out! I juz realise there is very little books to buy. Bad thing is, Geography dun have textbook, only the digitalized version. Eek, i am more of a hardcopy person. So, i bet during the boring geo lesson, ppl will be abusing their tablet, but i will play geo challenge, it is related to geo, isnt it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dinner juz now. I tink it is the most expensive dinner i ever eaten. It is juz not worth it. We ordered disgusting tofu, vege, fish and a small crab, a yucky duck and a pot of soup (herbal, yuck) and the total is $890. I almost fainted. And my dad says it is very worth it bcos of the restaurant's ambience. I tink it is not special at all. It is juz a bit dim, but the utenils are special, not like they allow u to bring it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after tat, my dad went to book tickets to New York (again). Bcos of the finacial state we r in, we have to downgrade(sadly) from first class to business class. Actually, we shld downgrade further to economy class but my dad cant stand sitting in a miserbale and small chair (plus he is not tat fat either). But business class ticket is not cheap! It is like $14000 per person! Economy is like $5000 plus only! I kept on perduading my dad to change it to economy class, i want to experience sitting in economy class :) I kept on bugging him till he got so angry tat he changed my tickets to economy class. Mine only! So, i will be alone, sitting beside stangers cos the rest of my family are sitting in a diff class :( BUt i get to experience sitting in economy class. And i made my sister to bring me the foood from business class if the econmony class food is not nice. Dunno whether they allow them to carry her food over to my place. But i dun tink the food is so bad rite, maybe the portion is smaller only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i received another email from my sis. Cant she juz stop using her BlackBerry for once! If she continued to emailed me, i will throw her Blackberry away. So i shall stop here, shall check all my messages, there is like about 20 plus emails, and all is from my sis. Grr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7943304184304242073?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7943304184304242073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7943304184304242073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7943304184304242073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7943304184304242073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/booklist-is-out-i-juz-realise-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2339881089740756790</id><published>2008-11-14T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:28:16.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, today is really creepy. I went to Facebook , then there was this stranger waiting for my fwen request. So, i accepted. Then, he was online. He started talking to me. I tot it would be another irritatin person. But, he told me he..., ok i dun feel like saying it, so u go n read the convo urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqdsnfoA-G0/SR64WndzNbI/AAAAAAAAABg/KUj5Sv8cTBE/s1600-h/Convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268851312760665522" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqdsnfoA-G0/SR64WndzNbI/AAAAAAAAABg/KUj5Sv8cTBE/s320/Convo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun even noe his fwen Farah Putri, how could she have recommended me rite? And, since when did i become a part time model?!?! Not like i am super duper tall and thin. Actually, i shld have said yes to him and when the day for the photoshot is nearing, i can tell him i suddenly dun feel like modelling anymore. Or i can send Michelle to Malaysia and asked her to pretend to be me instead. I bet she will at least get some money and she will thank me :) This is so creepy~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister is totally not talking to me. She is busy using her BlackBerry to talk to me. As in she emailed to me. And she take so long to type a word, i rather she talked than type. Obviously this is juz a show off. I totally regret teaching her how to email using BlackBerry. My mum got her TouchPro, sth like iPhone but wif a keypad and a stylus. I tink it is a gd idea to have stylus, whenever i sms wif my iPhone, my big fat finger always hit the other keys. I tink they shld make the key bigger. So wif stylus, u will type more accurately. I tink i have the most outdated phone in my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i am watching this idiotic show called Hot Shot. I tot it sounded interesting, and there will be fire rifles, lots of bloodshed and fight. But all i c is this girl arguing wif this guy who owns a Mercs Sportscar. So cool! I mean the car lar. Oh, the guy is crying over a dead chick called gugu ji. Woah, so sentimental, actually cried over a pathetic chick. But it ends up, it is a girl. I mean which girl will call themselves gugu ji. Not me for sure! Ok, the show is not about fire rifle, it is about basketball :( Boring topic... Ok, i am watching animal planet now, the crocodiles are so cute. I feel like eating their flesh, why nobody sell crocodile meat? Okok, jking, i am not so sick in my mind. I was hoping they show the crocodile eat sth, like let say a human or a chicken, I always love to c the animal struggling to break freee from their predator. Ok, i sound totally sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finished reading Can you keepa secret?. It is a funny book, but too much romance. So, if u wanna read the book, u can ask me for the funny pages. I actually skim thru the page for the funny pages. So, u can ask me for it, and it can spare u from reading overly romantic parts. I feel bored, after all, i finish reading the book, so umm, i shall go search for sth fun now :)&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/8528445427729372369-2339881089740756790?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2339881089740756790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2339881089740756790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2339881089740756790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2339881089740756790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-today-is-really-creepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqdsnfoA-G0/SR64WndzNbI/AAAAAAAAABg/KUj5Sv8cTBE/s72-c/Convo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-6519801638541640372</id><published>2008-11-11T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:05:26.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh, i havent been blogging for ages. Anw, my father was busy showing off his Blackberry today and i have the temptation to steal it at nite, when he is slping. It is so damn cool and if i really steal it, it is his fault, who asked him to keep showing it off to me. Maybe i will steal my sis's Blackberry instead, since she is younger and prolly wont noe it was stolen. Perfect! Blackberry is like so much better than iPhone but it is pretty ex. My dad juz bought 2 yesterday for my sis and himself. I cant believe it! He actually bought one for my eight year old sister. Not like she needs it. I mean i can understand my dad need to check his email occasionally, but my sis,! why did she even nid one when she is not even gonna to make full use of it. Juz bcos she got streamed into the best class doesnt mean u can give her a Blackberry. When she took the Blackberry from my dad, she dropped it! I dun get a nice Blackberry when i am streamed into the best class, so is my 10 yr old sis who got into GEP. She only got a miserable iMac which she doesnt even touch. So unfair, my dad is always biased. BLACKBERRY, when will i geddit?? Urgh! Thinking of it, why would i even nid a Blackberry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enuf about my obsession wif Blackberry, anw, my maid went back to her country today. So, my mum was practically grumbling the whole day long. She shld be happy tat i washed my own clothes, clean my own room and tidy my bed. All she need to do is to sweep the living room. Now, she is suggesting we shld move to a condo so tat she would not have to do so much chores. The most i hepled her sweep tmr. But i dun tink my house will be clean if i sweep. I am not so gd at sweeping. And, my mum realised we have a vacuum now -.-I knew tat ages ago, i juz did not feel like telling her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so bored. I have nth to write. So, bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-6519801638541640372?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6519801638541640372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=6519801638541640372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6519801638541640372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6519801638541640372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/urgh-i-havent-been-blogging-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-4554104333705646078</id><published>2008-11-07T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T04:40:53.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have officially become Aunt Agony (sth like tat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not a gd one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, this guy on Facebook told me he liked this girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, i was like "umm..is it my business?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, he droned on and one about this girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He liked emo girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which is not much of a surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since he is emo too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he kept saying tat he is afraid this girl would not like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, since i am a girl, he wants some advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am kind of shitty at this type of thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hellooo, i mean i nv been in a co-ed sch b4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is seriously asking the wrong girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, i told him i hae no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, he insisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So left wif no choice, i told him some rubbish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like buy the girl lots of gift (expensive one) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And nv cling onto the girl (as in dun give her freedom,i hate it when a guy cling onto u and refuse to give u space)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he said, he is going to do all i had instructed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am juz talking rubbish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bet he would regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then my fwen IMed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She said she got rejected by this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was like wat the hell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And she asked me for ways to get the guy back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She also said everything she see is tat guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, i asked her to come to my house, so tat i can help her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She arrived, and i threw a pail of water on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And asked her to wake up from her dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It worked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But after 1 hr, she told me she has a new crush now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having a crush or falling in luv at 13 is simply too young (in my opinion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-4554104333705646078?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4554104333705646078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=4554104333705646078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4554104333705646078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4554104333705646078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-officially-become-aunt-agony-sth.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2473059425565447957</id><published>2008-11-07T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:20:24.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My tagboard is totally sucky, i have to spam my own tagbox to remove all the unwanted post(too bad i forgotten my password).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i had early fencing class which started like 8am. Everyone was behaving weirdly and talking nonsense and some of them were still rubbing their eyes and yawning. I bet they did not have enuf slp. Well, i guess i am prolly the only one who was awake and tat is prolly the reason why i beat everyone even Daniel, the pro. At least, i did beat him once and tat is quite a big achievement even though he looked slpy. Oh ya, and i have to dragged michelle out of her bed. She was actually slping throughout the whole lesson, not like i care too. I shld have warned her when coach was walking around, but too late, she kena scolded :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was finally break time and we were resting. Suddenly, Eric walked towards me and michelle and said "hi". Lol, tat was the 59th time he said hi (according to michelle). And after saying hi, he started blaberring lots of rubbish. It was almost impossible for him to stop. The most memorable was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric:You know love is just a chemical reaction in the brain caused by surges of phenylethylamine, don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and me: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: No one loves anyone. People are attracted to one another and pair up to breed due to our natural mating instinct. But that attraction doesn’t last. As with all drugs, the body develops a tolerance for the phenylethylamine, and eventually, the attraction you once felt for your partner fades. It’s all perfectly natural. You can get the same amount of phenylethylamine, a stimulant the mind craves, by ingesting vast amounts of chocolate as you can by, quote, falling in love, endquote. So, there is no such thing as romantic love. Understand, gals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have no idea wat the hell u r talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Fine, i repeat.When we fall in love, our brains are flooded with something called phenylethylamine. It’s a stimulant that can be found in chocolate, and, like the effects of chocolate on the mood, it doesn’t last.. It’s a stimulant that can be found in chocolate, and, like the effects of chocolate on the mood, it doesn’t last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh good, i noe there is no such thing as romantic love, u prove my point. Finally, u r making some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: I for one dun agree. Even as the human body builds up a tolerance to the“love” drug, other chemicals—endorphins—rush in. Endorphins are what flood the brain when long-term lovers touch. They’re what give them that secure, comfortable, old-shoe feeling. But to keep things from getting TOO comfortable—and keep them exciting—a healthy dose of naturally occurring oxytocin gets released too, increasing desire, and stimulating—Well, I think I can leave the rest to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~The rest were a lot of arguing tat i dun have to bother to write~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i am proud to say i managed to memorise this convo to even write this part. It will be nice to rmb about phenylethylamine part and not the idiotic endorphins part. In the end, they told me they r quoting from a book -.- I tot it was in their school's syllabus. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2473059425565447957?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2473059425565447957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2473059425565447957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2473059425565447957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2473059425565447957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-tagboard-is-totally-sucky-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-3995648562277954507</id><published>2008-11-06T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:45:12.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i rmb i am suppose to write about the game hotel626. End up tat i dun feel like wrting now cos i will be thinking about all the scary stuff there and scared myself unnecessarily again. I juz stopped playing juz now. I tink i am going to play it again tmr or else i will be bored to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am usually bored during hols even though my mum says hols are meant to be fun and exciting. Well, i tink it is the direct opposite. haiz, bella not online, i have no one to talk to. Dorothy also not online, even if she is online, i wont noe cos she always appear offline, but at least she would talk to me while appearing offline. Even Josephine not online now! She is always online and is counted as my source of entertainment, why did she go offline!!! Maybe this is a sign tat i shld go offline too. I am totally wasting electricity but turning on my com and staring at the screen, which is a pic of my piggy. Piggy is cute and adeorable, but after a while, no matter how much u like the pig, u will get sick of it! Damn tat Michelle, everyday not online!!!! Ok, left wif no choice, i went to talk to some strangers, but after a while, i totally had no idea wat the hell they r talkign about.Now, there is only 2 ppl online (excluding all the strangers i have), but i am not on ery gd terms wif this 2 ppl. Wait, dory is online!!! *Scream, shriek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would u rather:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Do nth all day long and juz slack and slack, and be free all day long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Keep yourself busy tat u find tat 24 hr a day is not enuf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Studies showed tat if u choose option 1, u r under the option 2 which means u r very busy and tat y u would like to be free all day long. But, if u have choosen option 2, it shows tat u r relatively bored and wanted sth to keep u busy. Well, this does not apply to some ppl cos they r umm..abnormal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This part is dedicated to you (u noe who i mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hated your stupidity. you would know if im referring to you. that stupid smile. sheesh. u think it could solve your thoughtless actions? you never thought abt the rationality of wanting the worksheet earlier, didnt you? nv realised that id nt haf time to do it at later date. im sorry. but if u want to fail, then dun drag me into your abyss. ive got my plans, n i dont intend for our paths to cross. the first time i asked u, u disagreed. i tot u were juz being plain ol stupid, or more like... being yourself. but the second time n u disagreed again, i tot u were entirely retarded. mayb its abt time u start reflecting abt what you've been doing. seriously... if u wanna fail, go ahead. you're my guest. i dun wanna care abt wad u dun. but i do care abt myself in this case. juz dun ever try to this again. u dun want to find out what will happen. im bloody pissed wif u. n ive kept it in me for this whole week already. ive got to let it somewhere. n i choose to let it out publicly so u'll noe. redeem urself if you want to for your thougtless stupidity. ignore it if u want to. juz dun let ur path cross me ever ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-3995648562277954507?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3995648562277954507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=3995648562277954507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3995648562277954507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/3995648562277954507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-i-rmb-i-am-suppose-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7655538288744755098</id><published>2008-11-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:24:09.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was playing hotel626 juz now. It is only opened from 6am -6pm only. So, if u wanna play, u have to reset ur com time so tat u can play immediately. It is a damn scary game, i wanted bella to play first, but she asked me to play first then she played, so i plucked up the courage and played it. Even the homepage is scary. I was actually half closing my eyes while playing. Really scary, I sent some messges to some of my fwens to play like Bella, Benedict, Josephine to play wif me. I tink all of them did except for Bella cos she said it is very ma fan to change the time. Well, they seem to be perfectly alright while playing the game. Josephine was even addcited. I cant believe this! Addcited to this game!!! Mad~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i still got play part of the game unlike Mel who dun even dare to play the game. She was saying she dun dare to even go visit the homepage. Lol, wat a coward!!! I shld have known better than to ask her. I had forgotten she was a scaredy cat since pri sch. But nevertheless, it is still nice to try. I cant believe i am scared out of my wits bcos of this stupid game. Anw, for those of u who wished to play the game, go to this website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotel626.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.hotel626.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. No, it is not a porn website, like wat Josephine tot it was -.-. Rmb to set ur time to 6 and refresh the page. Try it if u dare. And gd luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep u inform of the scary things in there later. Bye for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7655538288744755098?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7655538288744755098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7655538288744755098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7655538288744755098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7655538288744755098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-playing-hotel626-juz-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8514740838280211762</id><published>2008-11-04T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:27:01.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As u can see, i have been posting quite dilligently this past few days, due to the fact i have nothing better to do at home, i am juz rotting away slowly, until there is nithing left of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anw, today is the last day of Maths Olympaid and the trainer kept on thinking he would be seeing us next yr. DREAM ON! I am not goin for this idiotic and dumb course ever again. 333...333 x 999..999 without calculator is killing me, and next yr, according to the trainer, it will be harder. *Faint* so, i am definitely not going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obama won!!! Yay!!! I knew he would. As a result, i won 30 dollars from my fwen. She lost the bet. I knew it was always risky to bet McCain. Anw, i tink i shld go n bathe now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(sry for this extremely short post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8514740838280211762?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8514740838280211762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8514740838280211762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8514740838280211762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8514740838280211762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-u-can-see-i-have-been-posting-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1046999101510876268</id><published>2008-11-04T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:40:30.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bored..so i decided to do a quiz..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Do you have secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty obvious, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) How do you explain love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boring, horrible, shld not even exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depends on my mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm..too mnay to list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) Would you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dun have a best fwen, even if i have one, i wont fall in luv wif him cos it is sort of disgusting to like someone who u knew so well and one who u knew well too, it is juz like loving your brother, which can be a bit disgusting.&lt;/span&gt; (i bet u cant understand this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) List out your current 10 favourite songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, i am sorry, i dun even have one fav song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) If the person you secretly like is attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kill the person he liked, nah, juz jking, my life still goes one, duh -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) Is there anything which has made you extremely happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm..i cant tink of one rite now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) List the artists you listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11) How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun daydream about such thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12) What is currently the most important thing to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Studying...(the standard ans)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13)What is the kind of person you think who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14) Would you rather have a rich but ugly husband or poor but handsome husband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sry, but money comes first...what is the use of a handsome husband when he is poor. Anw, looks doesnt matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15) What are your favourite colours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blue, black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16) Would you give it all in your relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, protecting myself comes first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17) If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one who is richer? Lol, juz jking, umm..i will first kill myself for being so horrible to like 2 ppl at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18) Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19) Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?Definitely SINGLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20) 5 ppl to tagnone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt; Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;Benedict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;Dorothy (6F)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;Seow Jie Xi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1046999101510876268?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1046999101510876268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1046999101510876268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1046999101510876268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1046999101510876268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-756361919850762078</id><published>2008-11-03T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:42:05.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh, the hehe person who posted all my nice tagboard deserved to die. I dun mind spamming, i seriously dun mind, but...i mind ppl who spammed my tagboard wif things like "i love you" etc. Urgh, i noe who is the person though even though i woul rather keep it confidential. I cant believe he knew my blog URL. I guess my blog's URL is no longer safe. Shld i go  change my URL again? Prolly not, i am sick of changing. Well, i can always delete the messages, but i realised i forgotten my cBox username and password!!! Tat always happen to me. I cant seem to rmb them and i could not retreive them cos i forgotten both. Urgh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anw, today i was watching made of honor (somehow, my dad accidentally bought the sic). I cant say exactly it is a bad show, but it is not a gd show either. The storyline is a bit too flat. Before it even started, i already noe who the girl will end up wif. But, it is quite funny. The show is PG 13 btw and my sis was watching wif me and they were all younger than 13. Fine, i admitted i watch a NC16 show b4, and most prolly, i am going to watch another NC16 show next yr. Anw, the NC 16 is for violence, i can nv understand why must we be over 16 to watch extreme violence when we r going to c it sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After made of honor, i went to watch 27 dresses ( i didnt even noe i have this show!) So, it is a typical romance show juz like made of honor. But, made of honor is nice, somehow... if u minus all the disgusting part. Anw, i gtg for fencing lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-756361919850762078?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/756361919850762078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=756361919850762078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/756361919850762078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/756361919850762078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/urgh-hehe-person-who-posted-all-my-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7384196209835807303</id><published>2008-11-03T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:47:27.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd post for the day, cos i was very bored and decided to come blogging. Anyway, i went to do a IQ quiz, and i got a IQ of 155!!! Tat is like highly intelligent, like as if i would believe it, i bet the most i will get is 130. If i got 155, i would not be in my current sch, and instead, i can jump grade  and go to Harvard juz like my parents. And, i will be in the Mensa :) My sis was depressed bcos she got a IQ of only 165, and she said ONLY (she is mad, no doubt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bored...I did not do any constructive things so far. Actually, i would not be bored if i choose to answer the meassages left by the random person on facebook. Somehow, i juz dun feel like answering him. And he was asking if i was dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haiz, tmr still got Maths Olypaid training. I am gonna to slp there again. It is so damn boring, i will nv noe why rui ting choose to go for it voluntarily. If i was not chosen, i would not eve go for it! Haiz...i can only submit to fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noe wat, i am not exactly IMing ppl now. Maybe tat is why i am so bored, but i have nobody to disturb, so i shall be a gd girl and not disturb others :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7384196209835807303?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7384196209835807303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7384196209835807303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7384196209835807303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7384196209835807303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-post-for-day-cos-i-was-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-592578689495657432</id><published>2008-11-03T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:48:00.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The hols is killing me. It is so boring, i rather go to school and why isnt Isabella online! I have sth to discuss wif her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But at least i have maths olympaid training today, so it is not so boring in the morning, at least i have somoene to talk to. But the training is horrible! The trainer is talking rubbish all the time and i am trying very hard to keep my eyes open, after all i am in an air con room, and i cant resist myself from sleeping. Penelope was busy desgining her book while i am juz staring at it. The problems were all so easy. But there is a few tat is hard. And, i am starting to hate ppl in tat session. They act goody and answer all the questions when i had not even attempt it. Ppl relax, why must rush everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since i am so frree, i shld actually do my hols hw. But, once i looked at it, i will juz put it away and continue to slack. And, my mum was forcing me to mug, MUG during hols! She is mad! Not like i  actually did wat she asked me to do, or i wont be blogging. She wants me to get into the best class next yr so as not to break my record of gd class. I shldnt have got into the best class since i was P2, it was a big mistake, if i didnt, my mum wont get a high expectation of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i was randomly searching for shows juz now, and i happened to find thi show, i dunno exactly the title since it is in Korean and obviously it is a korean drama. Back to the point, it was about these 2 guys tat like this girl. But this girl like only one of the guys, but she could not be wif him because he was a monarch. So, the girl went overseas to study and came back yrs later and they still love each other -.- I dun really understand the ending, so i would not mention it. Anw, i was so angry tat the girl ended up wif tat guy. Cant she go wif another guy tat seem so much better. Well, this sow is pretty lame since i have seen or heard this type of plot countless of times. A love triangle or this girl like this guy, this guy also like this girl, but they wont tell each other after beating around the bush. So frustrating.....My sis also agrees. Whenever she watched this type of beating around the bush love story, she would throw the remote at the tv and screams: "What type of bullshit is this!" I so agree wif her. If u like someone, juz tell la, dun make the audience so irritated. Oh, and there is another scneario where a person used someone (opposite sex) to make the person she/he liked jealous. This is juz so stupid!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, enough of my ranting here, but this is juz so stupid, hopefully, someone will produced a romance drama without beating around the bullshit (haha, i changed the phrase). Even if they produced it, i wont watch it, i nv like romance, so today i must have been mad to watch this retarded show, actually, i watch around 4 epi then skipped to the last epis, i cant stand all the beating around the bush stuffs!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-592578689495657432?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/592578689495657432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=592578689495657432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/592578689495657432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/592578689495657432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/hols-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-7909171156468602892</id><published>2008-11-01T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:03:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm..first post for Nov! Anyway, today i had piano exam, it was so much easier than i expected. It was held at MDIS, and when i reach there, they had already started! Anyway, it was not really suprising, considering the fact tat i had nv start the paper puctually b4, from Grade 1 to 7, so my mum made me take public transport home since i am familiar wif tat place, it is at queenstown btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, today i was extremely angry. Cos, my mum, being a santa claus, went to give away all the crumpler bags i had. The only one i ever touched or carry was the red one, which fell into the drain and my mum cant stand the sight of dirty bags ask me to threw it away. So, my mum promised my sis to buy another one for her, NOT ME!!! Grr...anyway, i am not a huge fan of crumpler, i support Nike!!! All my fencing mates shld noe tat i support Nike since i bring a Nike sports bag for all the session. NIKE!!! Back to the point, my sis had a terrible taste. She go n choose this weird weird color, blue and orange, I tell u, it is the most horrendous bag i ever seen. And one is not cheap, it is like $159 plus! And, i was there, trying my best to deter her from buying the weird color and instead settle for sth like, the common red! But, she insisted on tat color and my mum bought it for her, which i tell u, they will one day regret. Anw, the bag is right in front of me now, i could nv stop ceinging when i looked at it. It is juz horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, i miss Mr Tan, he is not teaching us anymore next yr, depressed! Wait a min, dun get me wrong, i am NOT talking about the maths tr mr tan!! I am talking about my fencing coach. Anw, the two mr tan had so much diff. One is kind while the other is horrible. Anw, my fencing coach is going somewhere to further his studies. Why would he want to study when he is already so old, oops =X So, i will have this coach called ms tan ( r they related?) to teach us. Not tat i mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when i am going for hols! My sisters had extremely "good" results, as expected, and my mum had happily declared a hol to *drum roll* Mars to meet the Martians. Haha, juz jking, we r going to Italy so i will most probably have time crossing. Hopefully, i can slp at nite there, wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-7909171156468602892?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7909171156468602892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=7909171156468602892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7909171156468602892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/7909171156468602892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1176641912304023010</id><published>2008-10-28T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:46:28.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I use to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; cute=adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, i realise how wrong i am! Now, the word "cute" is basically abused and being used on the wrong thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, i went out today for dinner wif my family, and my parents wif my sisters went shopping, i am not much of a shopping gal, so i went to Popular to read a few books. So i walked past this 2 teenagers, who were talking about this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st girl: Omg, he is so cute (pointing at a pic in the mag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd girl: Gosh! He is like the cutues guy i ever seen! I wanna marry him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1St girl: Exactly, i dun mind bedding (sry, i have to be blunt since this is wat they said) him. Oh, cutey!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is so freaking creepy, i used to think cute is more appropraite for babies and small children but now, they r used to describe handsome guys! And, i manged to get a peek of the guy they r talking about. He is tall and thin, anything but cute. I tot cute is suppose to describe chubby and adorable. Like: "Oh, this baby is so chubby, how cute!" But now, it is used to describe tal and thin ppl!!! Wth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinkng about this, i tink Mr M once said tat "cute" is being abused nowadays, how true.. Oh, and Huiher used to tell me tat cute=ugly now, so if u tink someone is cute, u ought to call them adorable since the word "cute" is like abused badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anw, enough about the word cute, tmr got class chalet! And i seriously have no idea wat i shld wear tmr! I tink most probably it is jeans since i only have jeans. And i have to use my old cameraless phone since i lost my phone AGAIN! I have a tendency to lose my phone even though i dun really use them! So, my parents had threatened to let me use the old lousy, but this threat does not really work since i seldom use my phone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, i was seriously bored today! So, i asked my fwen to recommend me some book. So i went to read one of them and well, it is sick and disgusting. I mean it is the norm to have small, tiny weeny sex scene in some books, but dun overdo it, but the book i happened to read today, have graphic sex in it (explicit). Eww, i was totally freak out!!! And, somehow, i called my mum. She came over, read a few lines, and started ranting how horrible this book is. I tink my mind has been a bit corrupted since i read a few line(not knowing wat happen then, accidentally) This is so sick. Hello, dun the author noe, there is innocent ppl like me, who is reading this book. Grr.... So be careful, dun ever read tat book!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i shall end here, so bye.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1176641912304023010?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1176641912304023010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1176641912304023010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1176641912304023010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1176641912304023010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-use-to-think-cuteadorable-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8094002761831297499</id><published>2008-10-27T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:07:59.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbug :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am totally depressed today. After flipping thru the calenders, i realised to my horror, tmr is our supposed to be enjoyable chalet! I am gonna to die. I havent even bought my bbq brushes and not to mention, i havent pack my stuff. This is killing me! Grr...but this chalet is made compulsory by my tr unless we have a very valid reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realise all the ppl around me r humbugs, maybe not all, but quite a handful. They like to well..umm..they juz act like humbugs la, which is really freaking me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i have no idea wat to write, i mean i dun intend to come blogging, so bye for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8094002761831297499?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8094002761831297499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8094002761831297499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8094002761831297499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8094002761831297499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/humbug-p.html' title='Humbug :P'/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-6901899345931872607</id><published>2008-10-25T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:15:59.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqdsnfoA-G0/SQPg2prge-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/oypPG1gBzzs/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261296019204766690" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqdsnfoA-G0/SQPg2prge-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/oypPG1gBzzs/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqdsnfoA-G0/SQPeU6e9nmI/AAAAAAAAABI/fnz93X8IHws/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told u so, Alison Tee! I am Picasso in my previous life, even my quiz say so, and the A2 for Art further reinforce my point. I nv attend art lesson also can get A2, u take art also get same grade as me, only 2 marks hugher :P So, this shows tat all the yrs u have been taking arts is only worth 2 pathetic marks :P I am so "talented"! Yay!! Ok, i am being so boliao here, so i shall end the post now .....&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/8528445427729372369-6901899345931872607?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6901899345931872607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=6901899345931872607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6901899345931872607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/6901899345931872607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-told-u-so-alison-tee-i-am-picasso-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqdsnfoA-G0/SQPg2prge-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/oypPG1gBzzs/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2170739953024283302</id><published>2008-10-25T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:09:13.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took a break from blogging so i tink it must have been ages since i last posted. Ummm....i have no idea why my blog is private all of a sudden and after much difficulty, i manged to change it back to the norm. I tink someone must have hacked into my account, so if u happen to read some nosensical post tat juz doesnt sound like me, ummm...kindly ignore it, obviously it is the hacker. Went visiting blogs today, and i was amazed tat i end up in some random ppl's blog. Some of them were really funny.. I am so doing nth constructive this hols. Have to wait for my sis exams to be over b4 i can finally get to go overseas. Anw, going overseas is boring, esp with my mum, who goes shopping and shopping. I will nv ever understand why ppl like shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One bad point about not returning my report card is tat once my "smart" cousin found it, he would go thru it and start bitching about my lousy result. Ya, i noe he is smart but i am like stupid, happy? Haiz...nth to blog about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya, went Kinokuniya today. For once, i am like a wanderless soul there. I have no idea wat books u shld read. Usually, i would noe wat book i want,, and once i go there, i would choing to find the book, sit down and read. Now, i am juz walking around find nice books to read. Somehow, i saw the twilight series and ppl were crowding around it. I am so sick and disgusted by tat book, probably it is bcos Jacob (is it? Forgotten his name) and Bella did not end up together. Sob..sob, nv understand why ppl like edward he is selfish, idiotic, unrealistic and blablabla (shall not mention anymore in case ppl come and kill me, i noe there is many edwadians[my term for ppl crazy about edward] out there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no idea wat i shld post so i shall stop here.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2170739953024283302?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2170739953024283302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2170739953024283302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2170739953024283302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2170739953024283302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/took-break-from-blogging-so-i-tink-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-9073856106258905907</id><published>2008-10-21T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:43:11.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting more and more bored day by day, esp in sch! I juz dunno how to kill time in school cos i am lazy to bring my tablet and no one in my class are using their own tablet so obviously, they wont lend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am tempted to write about the horror of the bus but i shall not, lest i am depressed again. I am obsessed with the name "Leslie"! It sounds nice on girl :) I didnt noe it was a guy's name until a few days ago. Well, it sounds like a girls name. I juz found out tat it was a guy name when Alison told me about her secret admirer which is obviously a boy -.- I got so obsessed with the word and started calling everyone whom i noe Leslie. Surprsingly, ppl actually responded! Like Eleanor, Alison, Geraldine and Debbie and more. So, when i went home, i started calling my parents Leslie too and they scolded me for being horrible (tat is the excuse they gave. Well, i dun tink it is valid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haiz, have to shop for bbq brushes :( Class chalet, and i serously doubt tat it will be fun. There is one slot for watching sun rise and i tink, ms ang would most probably be the one and only person watching the sunrise. I am not going to wake up early to c a big orange ball rising up. I mean it is so useless, not like we will gain anything after watching the sunrise. And i heard tat we r going to play water bomb! YAY! Long time nv play. The last time i played was during the sec 1 orientation day. So fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i serously have no idea who took over my old URL. It is this big fat Google word there. Pls dun be mistaken, i have nth to do with tat blog anymore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad was giving me a motivation talk today, he gave it when my results were not up to his standard. On and on he droned, and i was juz busy chatting with Li Yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dad: Your maths sucks(he actually used this word) U better improved on it..Must get at least 95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me:*roll off the chair* are you like mad!?! I am the second highest already and this is sec sch not pri school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dad: Still must improve. 4th in position not gd! U noe when i was in RI last time, i was either the first or second.....(a lot of nagging, shall not type it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, this does not actually motivate me. But, at least it is a type of etertainment for me. And yes, i ate the argueably most horrible ice cream in this world. Like wat Alison had said, it tasted juz like Play Doh! Eww, she didnt warn me it is soyabean flavor or i would not even eat it at all. I tot it was vanilla, how wrong i am. After eating it, my mouth feels weird and i am sort of allergic to soyabean! Ah! Luckily, only small rashes are forming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dunno wat to write now, so i shall not write anything. Oh, and today i c a quote tat make perfect sense, but i had forgotten it =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-9073856106258905907?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/9073856106258905907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=9073856106258905907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/9073856106258905907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/9073856106258905907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-more-and-more-bored-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1095141744687723132</id><published>2008-10-20T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:18:29.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay, my 50th post. Let's celebrate, ok i am being random. Anw, since this is my 50th post, lets stuff it with rubbish :) 50 post in 7 mths which means i only posted around 7 post in a month out of 30 days. I juz realise this is so damned little....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person who tag you is&lt;br /&gt;Retarded, baka and (insert all the bad stuff here) person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is&lt;br /&gt;Enemy cum classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impressions of him/her are?&lt;br /&gt;Baka, retarded, stupid, lazy and stingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, why would she have done sth useful for me.. She is a evil person :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you.&lt;br /&gt;She talked rot most of the time, so nth is really very memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Die and go to helllllllllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make it clear, SHE WILL NV EVER BE MY LOVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If he/she become your enemy,&lt;br /&gt;We are already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be&lt;br /&gt;Dragon vs Pig and obviously Piggy won :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her&lt;br /&gt;Kill her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is&lt;br /&gt;Retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;I cant read their mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.On the contrary, the characteristics you hate most abt yourself are&lt;br /&gt;Why i chose a sec sch which has uni tat sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is&lt;br /&gt;Me, i am who i am and i will nv change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;Pls hate me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wished to know how they feel about you pass to people that have blog only.&lt;br /&gt;1.Alison&lt;br /&gt;2.Michelle&lt;br /&gt;3.Benedict&lt;br /&gt;4.Joseph&lt;br /&gt;5.Issac&lt;br /&gt;6.Alex Hsu&lt;br /&gt;7.Dorothy Tan Jun Wen&lt;br /&gt;8.Eric&lt;br /&gt;9.Me&lt;br /&gt;10.Jun Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Who is no.6 having relationship with?[Alex] Hmmm...it's complicated, considering the fact he change gf daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female?[Me] FEMALE, then wat u tink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?[Dorothy and Jun Wei] Yay! I wish tat will happen. Then Dorothy can be my cousin in law :) How gd it will be. But nah, Dorothy is not Jun wei's cup of tea.(pss, he wants someone tat is tall and smart, preferably from RJC cos he is from there and his gf must be black belt in twaekwando so tat they can fight, i dunno why i am advertising for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is no.2 studying about?[Michelle] How to torture guys badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?[Benedict] 1 sec ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What kind of music band does no.8 like.[Eric] Dun bother to ask him :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Does no.1 have any siblings?[Alison] Think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Will you woo no.3?[Benedict] Uh, he is "handsome" and smart but nah, he is too irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How about no.7?[Dorothy]Yes, i will but sadly, i am a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is no.4 single?[Joseph] Nah, he has a bunch of gfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is the surname of no.5?[Issac] LIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.What’s the hobby of no.10?[Jun Wei] Disturbing me, i seriously think tat is his hobby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1095141744687723132?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1095141744687723132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1095141744687723132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1095141744687723132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1095141744687723132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-my-50th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8232564596750958509</id><published>2008-10-19T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T06:42:15.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess i am serously addicted to Kidnapper. I kidnapped so many ppl in one day but not to mention, i was kidnapped many times by some random ppl. Actually, they r not tat bad la, they actually lower down the ransom if i beg hard enuf. If u r lucky, u dun have to beg very much, u juz tell them u r seriously broke. But, if anyone tell me tat, i doubt i will lower the ransom cos i noe these r juz excuses :P I am evil and i noe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit tat i am making use of my unknown online fwens. Well, this cant be blame. if they nv allow me to use them, i wont. But, they juz like to let me make use of them. One very fine example is, this idiot guy actually sent me one email and said he was at my service. I also nv ask him to offer me any service. And he voluntarily offered me kidnapper money, most probably, bcos i am a girl. Some guys juz like to give in to girls, i have lots of examples. I juz dun like it. Juz bcos i am a girl, they give in to me. This isnt really fair. Probably, i am used to ppl not giving in to me, tsk..like my idiotic cousins. They r so ungentlemen. I tried biting 2 of them and one of them scolded me like hell. Like as if biting him will kill me. And he gave me a 10 mins lecture, and forced me to wash his plates. Wat the f***! So angry... He bullied me so many times, a little biting canot meh! Grrrr..... Cant he juz be like my another cousin who will nv ever scold me (bcos i am a girl). In fact, when i my another cousin who is much kinder, he juz stare at me and asked me wat is wrong, and if i still unhappy, i can bit him again. Of course, i bit him many times, anw he offered it. But, apparently, after biting 15 times, his hand had started to bleed and he still asked if i was unhappy. I feel bad and of couse, being a kind soul, i stop biting him. He is so easily bullied, and during chanbara, he always let me win. Ah! Tat is so not fair. He could have beat me easily but he dowan. So weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random ppl are not fun to talk to. I actually learn it the hard way. Ah, i have no one but myself to blame for accepting fwen request so easily. So, my whole facebook is kinda flooded with strangers. And hell, some strangers can get on my nerves! ANd one of them keep on saying he liked my name, and i was like wth! He is so damn retarded. Eek! Ok, i dunno why i am so angry today, probably, being kidnapped spoilt my mood. And even rite now, i have a guy pestering me. Let me off ba! I beg u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, i realise we have to wear our sch uni when reporting to new JC! Omg!Omg! I am going to be so damn outstanding there with my bright yellow blouse and PE shirt especially. I tink i am going to die of embarrassment. Anw, i still have 4 more yrs to go.. But still, it is so damn embarrassing. Ah, i shall forget it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! When r we getting back our report book! I have waited long enuf, I want to get over it quickly and wait for the nice or shld i say boring hols....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8232564596750958509?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8232564596750958509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8232564596750958509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8232564596750958509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8232564596750958509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-guess-i-am-serously-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-2905999208302376176</id><published>2008-10-15T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:44:13.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Ya, one more thing, i have one big and fat bus incident to rant about. Today, due to going to the MRT late, i clashed with the horrible timings!!!! Argh, so the bus stop is crowded and i am being pushed around by some ppl. The students were shouting and playing and all so tall :( I can hardly c my bus coming. It was then did i noe, i am such a shorty. Sob Sob, i shall grow taller! And i am the only Crescent Girl there, and they were staring at me like some alien. And i was busy pulling up my skirt. Well, tat is so unsightly but who cares, the skirt fell even worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the bus came after an eternity. Everyone was like cramming into the bus. We were so packed. Even if ppl got molested, they also wont noe. Lol, and i was conveniently squashed between this old ah ma and this sch boy. So the bus started moving. I almost fell. I shld have practise my balancing skill more often. So, i conveniently grabbed onto sth which to my horror later, it was...well, i shall tell u at the later part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I seriously dunno wat i was grabbing. Excuse me, how did u even expect me to bend my head and looked at wat i had grabbed. So, i found out much later, it was the pants of the guy beside me. ( i noe wat u r tinking, i dun mean to. Anw, it did not fall wat, so it is ok) So, i was saying sry dunno how many times to him. Luckily, he did not kill me or rather dun dare to. Unlike my cousins, they would practise their black belt twaekwando on poor me. The ah ma beside me was also grabbing my skirt too. And everytime, i sort of have to pull my skirt up orit will really drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the bad thing is, all the tall tall ppl blcked my view! I didnt get off at the right stop though! Tat was simply idiotic. And i spotted my cousin, right in the bus! For once, i was so "happy" to c him. He actually saved a seat for me, but he nv told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: I am so kind to save a seat for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Watever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: Actually, i saw u at the bus stop juz now. And i also noe u miss ur bus stop. I was waiting for u to spot for me. Hahaha. Anw, i also nv inform u when u miss ur stop. And, u seriously shld buy a new skirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: What the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:f@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;f@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is so retarded. I am so angry and therefore, shall not post anymore, too angry to type. Ahhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-2905999208302376176?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2905999208302376176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=2905999208302376176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2905999208302376176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/2905999208302376176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-ya-one-more-thing-i-have-one-big-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-8493096436380766000</id><published>2008-10-15T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:24:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah! Today is one horrible day! Firstly, i got back my results!!! Tat is like the most horrible thing tat ever happen to me! Almost all my results have deproved! Alison beat me for lit and science! Ah!!!! This is like the worst news on Earth! Luckily, i beat her for Home Econs and she still practised so much for her Home Econs. I nv even bother lor....And yes, i beat her for CME too. So, in other words, i am more morally upright than her :) I am a "good" girl. Alison is depressed over her art today. Tat is so retarded. Why get depressed over art! It is so not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sort of depressed with my results. So my post today will be short and bitter. Ahhh, so depressed le, log onto facebook more depressed. I got bugged and bugged by some person, who is highly irritating. Oh, and i read a story from Facebook tat is so funny and disgusting. Could not stop laughing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, i have a lot of thing to say, but somehow, i dun feel like typing. Erm..so bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-8493096436380766000?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8493096436380766000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=8493096436380766000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8493096436380766000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/8493096436380766000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-today-is-one-horrible-day-firstly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-1401110628052287447</id><published>2008-10-14T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:15:39.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dunno wat happen to me today!!!I seriously have no idea wat was happening to me!!! Firstly, during the post exam activities our "nice" sch has put up for us, i was practically sleeping away. I was so tired today, and i dunno wat make me so tired even though after the performers finished performing, i went hyper. Probably, i was sunbathing too much today. I have to sit in the parade square for like eternity to watch the house cheers and i was directly under the sun! It was like human barbequeing! And guess wat, Curie is last! Congrats -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And another one, i failed my vein scan with a few others. Cant they juz take our attendance in the old and effective manner -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then after tat, we have to go up to the hall to watch the wayang show. At first, i was still quite hyper. But, the performers take so long to prepare themselves. By the time the thing starts, my hyper level was already running low. So when the Nezha appeared, i was watching a few of his stunts. But by the time, the evil and Nezha fought, i was already falling asleep. I am not insulting the performers, i am juz plain tired....And we r kept in the hall alone without trs, juz like a battery hen :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the performance, we still have to stay in the hall for some Service learning talk. One of the trs took so long to talk about his trip then make us have lesser time for recess. Grrr....I am torn between Northern Thailand and India!! Ahh, i dunno which one i shld go. I get to see pigs in Northern Thailand but for India, i get to stay in a nice and clean hostel. I seriously dunno  which one to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, after staying in the hall for like hours, i finally get to go for recess to charge my low hyper level. Then, i began to be so paranoid. I was wondering if our class took their bags down juz like yesterday and left ours in the classroom. But thankfully, Jasmine and Esther brought down my bags. Am i suppose to thank them? Well, thank you -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After recharging my hyper level, i went back to the hall again for another health talk. Halfay thru the talk, i was tired again and fell asleep again. Well, tat is not the worst. The worst is yet to be. (lol, tat reminds me of ACS badge) So after the terrible talk, it is finally the Deeparaya concert. I tot it would be very fun and it turns out to be the complete opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We move to the other side of the hall and the first item started. Then, i was so bored. And the song make me drowsy and sleepy. I tink almost eveyone fell asleep. I was so angry with nth. And the performances are like nv ending, one after another and everyone is so restless. Finally, the last one ended and everyone chiong out of the hall so as to get out from HELL. So funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's activities are so much worse than yesterday but yes, i survive them. :) Tat is such a big achievement. Anw, i have to prepare for the worse tmr....(results back, ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And ya, there was this guy talking to me non stop. By any chance, if u r reading my post,which is so unlikely, i would like to tell u to shut up and stop irritating me. And yes, i am only 13 not 61!!!! Hopefully, i will survive tmr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhh, i am really sleepy...Maybe i shall slp early? Shld i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-1401110628052287447?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1401110628052287447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=1401110628052287447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1401110628052287447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/1401110628052287447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dunno-wat-happen-to-me-todayi.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-4633349744733364657</id><published>2008-10-12T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:22:18.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay, came blogging again! I tink this is the first time i am blogging consecutively for 3 days. Record breaking....I was actually busy with art today.  The observation drawings which i satyed up late to do was thrown away by my maid. And i have to redo a new one -.-. This is so bakatic. I am so sick of drawing and shading.  My hands were so black and dirty. I actually use my finger to shade the drawings. I doubt i will ever do tat again. Anw, i am dead. I havent finish coloring my model. I was distracted all the time and doodling skull and bone and coloring them. As a result, i waste a lot of time. I am dead, if i dun hand up by tmr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anw, even if i dun die now, i will die for tmr's post exams activities. Damned!!!We r having interhouse games!!! I hate it. All i do there is to daydream and shout and shout till my throat burned. And, we have to sit under the big, fat scorching sun for like HOURS!!!! This is getting ridiculous. Our sch too poor to let us go on excursions to other places. Some schools get to go Science Centre, Discovery Centre, Zoo, etc....But, our school juz bring us for the Singapore trip and come on, tat is like the only excursion we ever had. Tat is not it...We also had many talks for our post exam activities. And u noe wat, i am juz gonna slp thru the whole talk. They better conduct it in the hall cos got aircon and i can slp better. Talking about the hall, i juz realise i havent gone to the hall for ages cos it was always invaded by the Sec 4s. Haiz...And oh, the sec 1,2 and 3 will have recess at the same time tmr!!!!! I guess i will really faint seeing the horror of the canteen unfolded rite in my eyes. And this brings me to the book i will write one day. The horror of the canteen xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, we have to survive all these for 2 days!!! 2 lousy days!!! I tink i will bring my tablet to sch adn play games if ms ang allows. Hopefully, she will alllow or i will be bored to tears and will start disturbing ppl (hehehe) And after these 2 terrible days, we will get our results back :( I am prepared for the worst already. So, even if i failed, i am willing to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anw, i have no idea why i am blogging now. I am suppose to be busy with my art!!! Ok, i shall not be distracted and go back to my (yucky) art..................:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you find the words to explain that the life you woke up in yesterday is not the one you woke up in today? How do you describe atrocities that aren't supposed to exist?"-The Pact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-4633349744733364657?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4633349744733364657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=4633349744733364657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4633349744733364657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4633349744733364657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-came-blogging-again-i-tink-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528445427729372369.post-4889844795507360845</id><published>2008-10-11T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:20:25.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Came blogging again. From here, we can tell that i am very free. Well, tat is obvious since i have been disturbing ppl since morning. Well, i actually went to play a game called Cooking Dash, but i almost fell asleep playing it. Somehow, with one eye closed, i still can pass level by level until the free trial ended. I am always sucky at these kind of games. My brain cant coordinate with my hands. (In the game)this "person" wanted juice and i make hamburger and was forcing this person to eat it. But, somehow, he refuse it. Lol. If i were him, i rather eat the hamburger than jucie. Aftr all, burgers are more ex then juice. And while playing the game, i was wondering how this old lady, who was the cook of the restaurant, can cook so fast. I mean she is so old yet she can cook the food in like seconds!!!! So "amazing"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i read Harvesting the heart AGAIN!!!!I guess i must have fallen in luv with this book, but the more i read, the angrier i felt. I hate the ending, AHHH!!!But, i was angrier when i read Mercy, i smiply feel like dumping the book into the dustbin but it is the lib's book so i cant so tat, well, if it was my book, i would juz tear the page one by one and throw them away. I was so angry with the main characters!!!! Well, thankfully, this is fiction, but we wont noe for sure if this happen in real life. Ah, i juz realise i cant tolerate disloyalty!!!Well, most ppl cant tolerate it, so it is norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent done my transformation drawing yet. I pledged tat i must finish it tmr or i will die..I have been delaying and avoiding it for weeks. Why must art even exist!?!?! Not like we cant survive without art. Grrr....FYI, i did try to do my transformation drawing, but i juz draw a bit and i find it so ugly and i tear the drawing papers. I didnt realise how much i tear until i came to the last page of the drawing block. So, i only have one piece of drawing paper left...Lol, and my dad was saying he almost took the art stream and i was like !!!!!. But, he anyhow draw also draw better than me. I am a terrible drawer. Well, not like my family is a bunch of artist, so i dun have the genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to reread Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons again, and i juz realise a big thing!!!! Robert Langdon is a 2 timer!!! He luved Vittoria in Angel and Demon but, he fell in luv with Sophie in Da Vinci Code. Aiyo...From here, we can reinforce the point tat i cant stand disloyalty. He better dun fall in luv with any characters in the Solomon Key. FYI, he is appearing in Solomon key. I seem to be rereading a lot of books nowadays...I dun do tat!!! But, i guess i am damn bored. But, my fav is still Harvesting the heart, juz tat the ending spoilt the whole book. But, i shall reread it again tmr. I am addicted!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, i had talked so much rubbish, i guess i shld end with a quote from Mercy even though i cant stand tat book. I am being so contradicting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride." - Mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528445427729372369-4889844795507360845?l=pigsaresmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4889844795507360845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528445427729372369&amp;postID=4889844795507360845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4889844795507360845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528445427729372369/posts/default/4889844795507360845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigsaresmart.blogspot.com/2008/10/came-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Piggyboo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01220543697263114714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
