<?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-7776750</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:17:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*[.Piggy And Piglet no longer So Happy Together.]*</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Especially Crazy Over Piglets...Coz I'm Angel Piglet Named By Elf Piglet On 2nd April 2004...HaHa...lolx =P  *OinK*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776750.post-1611665820887439074</id><published>2008-11-04T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:55:17.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this gal called daphne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she pester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she sms at midnight asking wat's ur bf doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat the fuck does she wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has her own bf, y aint she smsing her bf at midnight but smsing others bf instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll definately give her a tight slap and get someone to sponsor mi acid if she still do the above after all the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had enough of hearing all my friends telling mi that they saw u and who doing wat, at where  closely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-1611665820887439074?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1611665820887439074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=1611665820887439074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/1611665820887439074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/1611665820887439074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-this-gal-called-daphne.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-3081466859228888488</id><published>2008-10-07T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:57:22.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I so wana join amazing race asia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-3081466859228888488?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3081466859228888488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=3081466859228888488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/3081466859228888488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/3081466859228888488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-so-wana-join-amazing-race-asia.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-1357883321124306814</id><published>2008-10-03T12:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:42:05.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's exactly 1 yr since 1 blogged. many things changed. for a quick update.... R and mi are no longer as close as before. i couldnt remember wat really happened that lead us to non talking situation. but he still do contact mi, give mi presents for xmas and birthday. eventually, i still went back to piggy but in the end, things didnt really work out for us as well. after the 1st break which is like 1 yr ago ard tis period, i noe i could no longer love him the way i used to. it was a dragging r/s. we started to have alot of conflicts and i would flare at him at the slightest thing. i noe he really tried his best to change after the 1st breakup but everything was juz too late. i still loved him at that point but it juz started to fade away slowly. during that period, clarence was in the picture as well.dumb mi. i nv expected him to like mi at all. i thot calling mi was normal like how we used to talk back in poly days. we spend V day together in the day. i didnt really wana go but he told mi he had already applied for leave. he bought mi a necklace from SK and flowers. Unfortunately, i ended up hurting him as well. i should have told him everything right from the start. but at that point, everything juz fall onto mi. everything happened so fast during that period of time. though valentine day with piggy wasnt as grand as before, we still managed to spend abit of time together. sad to say, that was the last time we spend an occasion together. den it was on tis day when i went for council chalet during that unfortunate february, i met someone else who is making a difference to mi life nw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i was a game master with mel for the initation day for the new councilors. our stop was at tis pavilion and there comes the tired and lazy photographer of the student council. haha. back den, i didn't really noe tis person. all i noe was, i juz saw him the day before the chalet and he juz walked past mi without saying "Hi" cos we still didnt noe each other at that point of time. we took photo together at the pavilion. everything started that night when we were playing games in the room. after most people were asleep, we went to watch sunrise together. that was when he noe i had a bf at the point of time. but he told mi he can wait for mi to settle everything. we went home together after the chalet. everything was like being done in discreet. haha. that night we chatted on the phone and piggy was at my hse doing baked potatoes for mi. i guessed he noe something wasnt wrong. he kept coming to my room to see wat i was doing. sadly, the 3 yrs plus r/s ended that night. after the break up, there was still some emotional struggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;following the week, baby and i juz couldnt help it but to keep on seeing each other. we met for dinner on a wed, went sentosa on sat. that sat, he declared everything. everything that i should noe. but some facts i juz couldnt accept it at the point of time. i appeared ok to him but deep down inside, i was really afraid of making the wrong decision. i told him that we should have a cool down period of a week before we continue anything from there. however, the feeling in mi was too much for mi to contain. i couldnt help it but to sms him the next night, telling him how i really felt for the day and he wasn't feeling as good as mi for the day too. both of us didnt really sleep well for the night, the next morning, we woke up early and got everything settled. everything started to fall nicely into place from the day onwards. there was many obstacles to overcome but i was glad he had always been there for mi. it took mi quite a while to accept some facts as well. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was a love at first sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i hope things will work out well for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. there are ups and down for us but we faced everything together. pray and wish for the best of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sentosa Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252795680467852562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWt10P-HRI/AAAAAAAAACE/-kcWOcpPtnY/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252795684752130802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWt2ENbAvI/AAAAAAAAACM/S4jAu67qqrA/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sending his cousin off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252795690490962386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWt2ZlqodI/AAAAAAAAACk/rFYpSBcD7ng/s320/DSC05979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simonopoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252795688112019250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWt2Que1zI/AAAAAAAAACU/keZq4BXGoz0/s320/PHI_6876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252795688460836418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWt2SBpXkI/AAAAAAAAACc/1Q0R0Svj-_U/s320/PHI_6887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Exam Period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252790507289491042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWpIsqItmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EAjlbcw_GJM/s320/17042008235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252790510910926594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWpI6JjbwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kVKqOzq-12E/s320/20042008253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;from him to mi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252790513792605602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWpJE4mXaI/AAAAAAAAABE/2TzigGfcVco/s320/20042008254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;from mi to him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252790513345217154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWpJDN7woI/AAAAAAAAABM/PpmPmLLj6_4/s320/24042008279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he keeps on having flu during exam period&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252790519325344034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWpJZftQSI/AAAAAAAAABU/lSY_oUC1Rfs/s320/24042008273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i noe u really got study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrUZUGBbI/AAAAAAAAABc/jvvDRtgHfRI/s1600-h/24042008276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252792907278452146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrUZUGBbI/AAAAAAAAABc/jvvDRtgHfRI/s320/24042008276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;still didnt noe u're on camera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrUgmCKuI/AAAAAAAAABk/9Qx8JbKcgKI/s1600-h/24042008277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252792909232745186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrUgmCKuI/AAAAAAAAABk/9Qx8JbKcgKI/s320/24042008277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;having flu is terrible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrUl4MiNI/AAAAAAAAABs/b3IqDoeAeHY/s1600-h/24042008278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252792910651099346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrUl4MiNI/AAAAAAAAABs/b3IqDoeAeHY/s320/24042008278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;arghh!! stupid Flu. go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrU0NV5tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/34Rz4QM8r4o/s1600-h/24042008279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252792914497890002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrU0NV5tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/34Rz4QM8r4o/s320/24042008279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i tell u ah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrVJtxmJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wL1Ub99gWJY/s1600-h/24042008280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252792920271067282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWrVJtxmJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wL1Ub99gWJY/s320/24042008280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ahhh!! I'm on camera. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My 21st Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252797455444676802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWvdIjbEMI/AAAAAAAAACs/MT4d6GxO6OY/s320/14062008342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252797454019877906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWvdDPuXBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DL6JWM_t07k/s320/14062008347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252797458447365634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWvdTvUdgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w0qarv439JI/s320/16062008350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;helping him to dye hair. Save $$$. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252797458248682322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWvdS_8y1I/AAAAAAAAADE/NPqOCc0WpIo/s320/23082008405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;caught u sleeping with my pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252797464106735778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWvdo0nmKI/AAAAAAAAADM/f_mIo3vJacY/s320/08092008416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i love KFC&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/7776750-1357883321124306814?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1357883321124306814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=1357883321124306814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/1357883321124306814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/1357883321124306814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-exactly-1-yr-since-1-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/SOWt10P-HRI/AAAAAAAAACE/-kcWOcpPtnY/s72-c/IMG_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776750.post-3469496391256061299</id><published>2007-10-03T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:47:19.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it juz hurt mi so much to say all those things to you. having to end the 3 yrs plus relationship with you might be the biggest mistake or regret but i simply cannot live with all these nonsense anymore. all the things that you have done simply hurt mi too much. wounds got onto mi again juz when the old wounds begin to heal. not putting enough trust in you all along was a wise choice. how much i've put in, u should noe. i'm simply too tired. my heart died down on mi and you. in fact, everything should have ended long ago, but i simply keep on dragging on to it. trying to convince myself that i should juz dun bother so much abt it. i chose to be ignorant. and i suppose it could have been the biggest mistake from there. i may be young but i'm not blind or stupid. i noe what's going on around and i know what's happening behind mi as well. whatever you promise, i know one fine day it will be an empty promise again. u said u will be there but i know u nv will. how many of the times do u actually noe i'm upset? how much do u know what's going inside mi? my past do hinder mi and it always will. i always thot i found someone who can be a part of mi but i think i'm wrong. no one else will ever understand the deep side of mi. being able to hold on for so long, i'm proud of myself. u were the one that made mi hold on till now. i nv found my life as meaningful as these past 3 yrs. wat i really needed, no one will be able to give it to mi. much of the times, i know many ppl are juz taking mi for granted. i know that. i feel that. living on is so hard. it's even harder when ur past are still living on with u. i'm really really so tired of all things. i know i can nv be happy cos i'm nv contented. i'm so sorry if i've hurt u but of all, u hurted mi the most. my wish nv came true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-3469496391256061299?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3469496391256061299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=3469496391256061299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/3469496391256061299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/3469496391256061299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-juz-hurt-mi-so-much-to-say-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-6847787432442732616</id><published>2007-08-29T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T02:17:13.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i duno y recently we've been having so many of such conflicts and long slience over the phone due to those conflicts. i really duno wat u want and wat u really have in ur mind. it's not that i didnt bother abt switching over. i juz couldnt find a chance to cut in and it has nv been my habit to juz cut in like that. and at that point of time, it could only have been you to call mi. probably, we really have different perspective of things. the way u view things are different from mine or u're simply juz possessive! if i had not bother, i wouldnt even have switch it over at all and i wun even bother to call u back. worst of all, u simply ignore and refuse to pick it up juz because you thot i didnt bother. it's not even fair to mi in the first place. dumbest thing was, i thot u were already asleep, hence i didnt want to call and disturb you further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i had wanted to skip thru today's lesson and accompany you for ur big day. i guess there might be a change of plan. furthermore, you'll be having so many ppl to go along with you. i guess i'm already redundant. doesnt matter. anyway, i'm considered as nobody to you. and now, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I REALLY JUST CANT BE BOTHERED WITH YOU ANYMORE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-6847787432442732616?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6847787432442732616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=6847787432442732616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/6847787432442732616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/6847787432442732616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-duno-y-recently-weve-been-having-so.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-671211530908218040</id><published>2007-08-28T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T01:49:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;it's juz 1 day to his baby! we were counting down all the way from 8 weeks till now. 29 August 2007 is gona be a big day for him. i wana share all ur happiness and sorrows.  take good care of ur baby alright. No speeding, no racing and no playing a fool with ur baby ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;happy working on 28 august. sorry that we didnt get a chance to talk tonight. hope u're not angry over it. shall make it up to you. thinking of the dumb dumb you right now. hope u're getting a good rest in your sweet dream land at this moment. u're being missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-671211530908218040?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/671211530908218040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=671211530908218040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/671211530908218040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/671211530908218040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-juz-1-day-to-his-baby-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-6415529978302818950</id><published>2007-08-28T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T01:30:32.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;juz ended a one hour conversation with someone called John. he was once part of my life 3.5 years ago. but due to some situation, we didnt get together. thinking back, it had been a wise choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;however, back in the conversation juz now, he wanted us to get back again. back to wat we used to be. i guess that may be a bit hard. things wun be as perfect as before. and how could he still have feelings for mi after so long. 3.5 years has passed. wounds have healed but scars remained. maybe everything had been a beautiful lie all along. but no point in coming to hurt mi again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;accepting u as a friend again wasnt easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TO: JOHN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ur gf loves you deeply and it really seems to mi that u really love your gf deeply too. i wun let you hurt mi again. it wasnt easy to pick up and walk this far. beautiful memories will be kept. i juz hope you can cherish your gf more. love her wholeheartedly like she do. since she didnt know the whole truth of everything, forget all things abt us and carry on happily with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-6415529978302818950?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6415529978302818950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=6415529978302818950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/6415529978302818950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/6415529978302818950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/juz-ended-one-hour-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-6771122108653709439</id><published>2007-08-09T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:41:39.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;listening to his IPOD and blogging now. i kinda miss him. i wana hear from him. he's working today. off days coming on 11 and 12. august is gona be a packed month cos both of us are getting busy. he will be transferring to marina square on the 15th. it makes mi so hard to see him. centrepoint is better la. haha. my whole cupboard is gona be filled with all his shop stuff already. from top to bottom. hope sales is good for his store today. *WinkZ* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know at times he do really hope to see mi but finds it hard cos he dun wana make things difficult for mi. but i know he's been encouraging mi to study hard and work hard. he often says: u work hard in sch while he work hard at workplace. i feel kinda cosy. hope work is fine for you always. i juz love to hear him talk and i juz love spending time with him especially window shopping. cos he teaches mi lots on dressing and clothings stuff. cos he's in that line ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;through this 1 month plus, i have known so much abt him and he has known so much abt mi. there's always so much for us to talk and ask abt. and i juz took a peep at his payslip 2 days ago. that shall be a secret as to how much he earns per month. though not big bucks but enough to feed his baby and other expenses and saves! he always worry i dun have enough money to spend on and that's so cute of him. cos no one has ever worry abt that for mi. haha. i like the way he analyses things. it always makes so much sense and it really speaks of what's in my mind and heart. on his off days and my working days or sch days, he will be there to pick mi up. no matter how late it is. even if he's working on that day. juz like that day when there's student council Initiation Day, he picked mi up at the chalet after his work. it was almost midnight at that time and he sent mi all the way to my doorsteps though he was staying in tampines. i really appreciated all the things which he had done for mi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*hey uncle! i really dun like you to smoke ok? i wana help you but u gotta help yourself too alright? i really appreciated that you didnt smoke before meeting mi and when u're with mi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;counting down to his baby --&gt; 20 days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-6771122108653709439?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6771122108653709439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=6771122108653709439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/6771122108653709439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/6771122108653709439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/listening-to-his-ipod-and-blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-4072277002831536816</id><published>2007-08-09T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:50:43.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been 1 month plus since we got together so closely. he knows wat i'm thinking now and how i feel abt many stuff. he knows i'm confused so he didnt press mi for any answer or ask for any commitment from mi. he knows i cant promise and compromise him alot of things but he didnt mind at all. he continued to shower mi with lots of attention and care. filling my life with all that i need. from emotion to mental to material stuff. but there are so many obstacles to overcome if we get together. my family and "number 9". age never becomes a problem to mi but my family will mind. i know we wun get ahead far but at least i'm happier now. cos someone appreciated mi more. someone cherished mi more. someone is willing to protect mi more. someone likes mi more than i like him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i duno how to account to the other person in my life. 3 yrs of relationship... am i the one at fault all along? i really did my very best. but i dun feel apprecaited at all. i dun feel cherished at all. but right now at this moment at this time, it's my fault. i have done things which i shouldnt have. i let my feelings out for another person. slowly, i'm taking away everything that had been deposited on you. i really dun wana hurt u. but i duno how to prevent that. i know leaving you will hurt you deeply. and i dun wish to tell you the true facts for leaving you. i can only tell you that i'm sorry and i'm deeply and truly sorry for all i've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been dragging...cos i duno what to do. i really wana start a new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-4072277002831536816?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4072277002831536816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=4072277002831536816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/4072277002831536816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/4072277002831536816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-1-month-plus-since-we-got.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-975853720906906440</id><published>2007-07-04T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:37:11.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dun wana make the wrong mistake. i dun wish to misjudge. i dun want anyone to point any fingers at mi. i dun want anyone to reprimand on my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only want to be appreicated more. i only want to be cherished more. i only want to be loved more. i only want someone to take over my roles now. i only want to be loved completely. i only want someone to give mi more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused abt wat i really need and want now. i'm not materialistic. i just want some sense of security in financial and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-975853720906906440?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/975853720906906440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=975853720906906440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/975853720906906440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/975853720906906440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dun-wana-make-wrong-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-5515260777168222793</id><published>2007-07-03T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:27:38.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone named R entered into my life recently. everything is just like a dream. Is this a fairy tale or just another nightmare? he's reading me like a book. knows how i feels abt this and that and knows wat am i thinking abt. he always wants to know more abt me. wants to dote more on me. all these that he's doing is tempting mi to fall in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much for us to talk. we would chat on the phone for hours and into the night. but i guess these beautiful scenario wouldn't last long. good things dun last for good. but i will always remember all these moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-5515260777168222793?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5515260777168222793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=5515260777168222793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/5515260777168222793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/5515260777168222793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/someone-named-r-entered-into-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-5147390763509288266</id><published>2007-05-18T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:34:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PIGGY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Piggy Day to my dearest uncle piggy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we will be celebrating our 3rd anniversary tml. 18th may is the actual day but piggy has got in camp training to conduct tis week. so cant get off day today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;now.... for some updates( Drum roll please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have enrolled in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sim-rmit business management course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and have already paid for the fees. kinda ex. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;$5272.65.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gosh. mum fork out 3k 1st while dad fork out $2270. remaining small amount i top it up. piggy went for payment with mi. week before, i was still worrying for the 1st payment. piggy even suggested to pay for mi 1st. but later part, he say he will pay my full 3 years course fees BUT provided i sign a bond with him and it's a life long bond. Meaning to say sign on the piece of paper that will announce you as his lifelong partner. Well... that's way too easy for him man. his mum even say ok la. dun need to think so long 1. sooner or later will say yes de ma. but after much consideration, i still think that it's not a wise choice. plus my parents will not even agree to this.  not to say that i'm not ready. it's just that marriage is something that requires alot of commitment and responsibility. i still feel that piggy is not ready for it. he's not ready to commit and carry out any heavy responsibility. i guess the sense of security issue still pose a great barrier between us. be it money issue or trust issue. lets see how things work out 3 years later. after i have graduated from my degree. so if he can really wait and show more commitment and responsibility and let mi have more sense of security, den bells will be ringing 3 years later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-5147390763509288266?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5147390763509288266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=5147390763509288266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/5147390763509288266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/5147390763509288266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-piggy-day-happy-piggy-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-8472729854340108223</id><published>2007-03-12T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:37:46.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are changing for the better. i see more commitments and i have put in more trust. he's starting to think sensibly. thinking abt the future and settling down. making plans and saving for the future. i hope this will continue. hope he has really think thru it well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-8472729854340108223?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8472729854340108223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=8472729854340108223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/8472729854340108223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/8472729854340108223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-are-changing-for-better.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-8235930009484773990</id><published>2007-02-15T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:38:06.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Valentine Day Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/RdQbVwEVtzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2e_UueLQ7RM/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031676744173991730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/RdQbVwEVtzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2e_UueLQ7RM/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;guess wat's in the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/RdQbWQEVt0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DoLIgeBYOTs/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031676752763926338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/RdQbWQEVt0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DoLIgeBYOTs/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's a necklace from RISIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/RdQbWgEVt1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8cfw6E5EU3k/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031676757058893650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/RdQbWgEVt1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8cfw6E5EU3k/s320/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;     it's a orchid pendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-8235930009484773990?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8235930009484773990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=8235930009484773990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/8235930009484773990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/8235930009484773990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-valentine-day-present-guess-wats-in.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIf5RT4emds/RdQbVwEVtzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2e_UueLQ7RM/s72-c/DSC00360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776750.post-4708580745307012467</id><published>2007-01-26T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:31:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is to some fucking ugly bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i suggest that u take a good look of urself in the mirror before u actually say or insult anyone of their looks. u are damn worst than the 1 u are speaking about. let mi tell you that u have a really low taste and low sense of judgement. good looking beauties are always brainless and not street smart enough. that's y u nv get very good looking girls up the stage of Miss Singapore Universe. so what if they are pretty, they are just a load of shit who are empty nutshells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dun u ever say such comments abt someone's looks again else u will nv get a peace of mind. u better beware of ur speech and words if not u are going to regret it for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-4708580745307012467?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4708580745307012467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=4708580745307012467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/4708580745307012467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/4708580745307012467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-to-some-fucking-ugly-bastard-i.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-7532273323993314384</id><published>2006-12-12T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:35:23.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too bored till i'm blogging. common test tis week. 1st paper tml. damn it. y got so many things to remember? let mi graduate asap ok? no more IT course after graduation ok? damn!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa things to say but too little time and space. i wana speak it to the right person. i wana turn back time. where is the fairy that turns back time? too many regretted decisions. i was never happy all along ok? are u coming to save mi? u noe who u are. u noe what i'm talking abt. let time return back to wat we once were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are badly missed by mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-7532273323993314384?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7532273323993314384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=7532273323993314384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/7532273323993314384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/7532273323993314384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-bored-till-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-1245411596789566036</id><published>2006-12-08T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:35:55.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wana have a brand new experience. a feeling which i used to have few years back. it's so tiring to love someone. i wana be loved completely. i wana give up all that i have now. i'm waiting for you to give mi a chance to bring up that question to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have someone in mind but i'm not sure if he felt it as well.. i dun wana pin high hope on it. i dun wana misjudge again. i dun wana send out or receive the wrong signa again.l i'll be neutral. i dun need him to be handsome. i dun need him to be tall. i juz want someone who can appreciate mi more than u do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have already done all i can. too much that i'm tired out. it's either u take over my duties or it's gone forever. i nv think it was my fault. i've done enough, more than enough. it's ur fault for not appreciating mi and cherishing mi. love mi completely, appreciate mi sincerely. if not i'll be gone... fate of us lies in u. you have the key. i have the lock. it's easy to lock and easy to unlock if you are willing to try and put effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving you doesn't mean i dun feel for u anymore. i'm juz tired out. i feel i deserve someone else better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can advise you for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-1245411596789566036?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1245411596789566036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=1245411596789566036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/1245411596789566036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/1245411596789566036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wana-have-brand-new-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-7846892153787316096</id><published>2006-12-06T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:57:40.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ever since that day i saw him again, my mind have been up and down. i think back abt our past. i think back on how we drifted apart. i think back of stuffs and incident that break us apart. it makes mi miss him so much. why didnt you ask that question earlier 2 years ago? what took you so long to ask mi? the beginning of tis current relationship was an unintentional 1. i duno how to explain it to u. i noe at that point of time, i truly feel for you. but i was a coward. i didnt have the courage to give up wat i had. u suddenly drifted far apart from mi and disappeared completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;given the current situations, we can never be back as 1 again. we can never go back to what we used to be, what we used to have and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shared. i truly miss you very much at this point of time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my heart is sinking, crying and bleeding... i want you back so much. so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-elf piglet, you are badly missed by angel piglet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-7846892153787316096?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7846892153787316096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=7846892153787316096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/7846892153787316096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/7846892153787316096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/ever-since-that-day-i-saw-him-again-my.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-1110774983951224203</id><published>2006-11-27T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:19:44.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommendation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To friends who are reading this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Currently, I'm selling kids clothing ranging from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1yr to 10 yr old&lt;/span&gt;. There are a huge range of clothing such as shirts, pants, dresses ranging from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; $12.90 to $20.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If anyone is interested, can always drop by my hse to take a look at the clothings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The more you buy, the more discounts you'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cheers =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* ps : drop mi a tag if u wana take a look at the clothings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-1110774983951224203?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1110774983951224203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=1110774983951224203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/1110774983951224203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/1110774983951224203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/recommendation.html' title='Recommendation'/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-116308205730303287</id><published>2006-11-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:20:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd hit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing game is much more important than talking on the phone with gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called stupid piggy juz nw. thot could chat with him on the phone while on the way back. who noes, he's playing game. no wonder all his reply are 1 word-ed reply. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;immediately, i told him i called at the wrong time. and juz hanged up. i'm damn pissed now. fuck off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wat a fucking bad day!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-116308205730303287?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116308205730303287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=116308205730303287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/116308205730303287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/116308205730303287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/3rd-hit-playing-game-is-much-more.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-116306459626949979</id><published>2006-11-09T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:29:56.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;double hit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bang!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainy day. duno y i didnt wana cross the road. saw him. today morning, i was still wondering how come i haven seen him ever since sch starts. and den i juz saw him today. at that moment, my mind went its own way again. i started to flip my memory book of mi and him. i know he's attached now. and no longer thinks of our past. but i duno y i had that kinda werid feeling at that time. am i still holding on to the past? i guess i am. i thot i had completely gotten over him. looks like some parts of it still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY??? IF it was never meant to be, why let it happen between us? Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd hit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be a crush. turns out that he have a gf and i think they are married. and he is 5 yrs older... could have been a one sided crush all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*slap myself*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up!!! stop dreaming!!! look ahead in life. be glad of wat you have now. feel so much like hitting myself to wake up to reality. wat the hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-116306459626949979?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116306459626949979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=116306459626949979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/116306459626949979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/116306459626949979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/double-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-116305343570597655</id><published>2006-11-09T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:23:55.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;thursday blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cos got kumon at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;next day got presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;presentation slides not done yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tired out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;declared brain dead @ 2.16pm    9 nov 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-116305343570597655?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116305343570597655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=116305343570597655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/116305343570597655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/116305343570597655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursday-blue-y-cos-got-kumon-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-116296433456602039</id><published>2006-11-08T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:41:33.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complexity behaviours of the human beings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;type of complex behaviours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;love and liking for someone juz occurs naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hatred for someone who have hurted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain of the emotional heart caused by hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why do human beings always have such complex behaviours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;what actually go through their mind at the point of complexity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i wana know the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the answers to the strange behaviours of the human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;feeling of me now =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-116296433456602039?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116296433456602039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=116296433456602039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/116296433456602039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/116296433456602039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/complexity-behaviours-of-human-beings.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-115545738782047852</id><published>2006-08-13T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:24:36.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, i got my chocolate buffet. went fullerton hotel yesterday for the chocolate buffet. eat halfway, there was fireworks, so stand at the hotel cafe lobby glass door to see the fireworks. dun need to squeeze with tons of people and still got air con. haha. here are some of the pic from the buffet.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/320/DSC00083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/320/DSC00084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/320/DSC00093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/320/DSC00086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-115545738782047852?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115545738782047852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=115545738782047852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115545738782047852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115545738782047852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-i-got-my-chocolate-buffet.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-115458013363759833</id><published>2006-08-03T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:53:11.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'm feeling so complex nw. my mind. my heart. they are all so complex. piggy's mum seems to be hinting something. something which dun seems to be good. i hope i'm not being too sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-115458013363759833?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115458013363759833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=115458013363759833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115458013363759833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115458013363759833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-feeling-so-complex-nw.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-115444627780639334</id><published>2006-08-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:50:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wana have a chance to love you for eternity. Is that so hard? Probably that will not be hard. But having you to love me for enternity might be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been too many coincidence this few days and weeks. gals sms. late sms. constant sms in the night or during meal times. friendster status. wat is all these trying to tell mi? I dun wana noe the hurtful truth. but how do i carry on with all these things hindering behind my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun ever let mi find out who's the culprit or i shall nv let her off. u'll be sealed off with my deadly curse. i hate bitches who are 3rd party. spolit family and relationships. to the hell with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/1600/DSC00035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/200/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u're the one and only. I hope u wun let mi down. I love you with all my heart. Do you? Are you doing the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-115444627780639334?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115444627780639334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=115444627780639334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115444627780639334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115444627780639334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-wana-have-chance-to-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-115398685462241603</id><published>2006-07-27T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:54:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A touching love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls¡¯ eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn¡¯t help doing so. I moved Dew¡¯ s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew¡¯s body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn¡¯t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I¡¯ve got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn¡¯t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn¡¯t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I¡¯m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn¡¯t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn¡¯t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month¡¯s time before divorce, and in the month¡¯s time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn¡¯t want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with romantically. I told Dew about my wife¡¯s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn¡¯t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don¡¯t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn¡¯t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn¡¯t tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it¡¯s time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn¡¯t notice that our life lacked intimacy. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won¡¯t divorce. I¡¯m serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won¡¯t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn¡¯t value the details of life, not because we didn¡¯t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I¡¯ll carry you out every morning until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-115398685462241603?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115398685462241603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=115398685462241603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115398685462241603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115398685462241603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/touching-love-story-on-my-wedding-day.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-115124619392717510</id><published>2006-06-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:36:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*fuck* think i'm messing up my damn life again. i think it's coming back. all kinds of signs telling mi this. i dun wana go on those damn medication again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass my 19th birthday this week. it falls on a mon. piggy got work so didnt celebrate with mi. only met him in the night, accompany him for dinner den came over my hse cut cake. had sushi lunch buffet with mum at lot 1 den went PS spotlight to buy some stuff for qing ai de birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/320/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been unhappy and moody since last sun. i duno y. is it becos piggy didnt celebrate my birthday for mi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-115124619392717510?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115124619392717510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=115124619392717510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115124619392717510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/115124619392717510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/fuck-think-im-messing-up-my-damn-life.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-114958570302215558</id><published>2006-06-06T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:21:43.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/1600/DSC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/200/DSC00032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my sleeping piggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/1600/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/200/DSC00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       my sleeping piggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/1600/DSC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/200/DSC00040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/1600/DSC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/200/DSC00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/1600/DSC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/200/DSC00052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          my cute piggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-114958570302215558?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114958570302215558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=114958570302215558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114958570302215558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114958570302215558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-sleeping-piggy-my-sleeping-piggy-my.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-114827595620609939</id><published>2006-05-22T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:32:36.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A student ask a teacher, "what is love ?" The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the padi field and choose the biggest padi and come back. But the rule is: you can go throught them only once and cannot turn back to pick."The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big padi,but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later. Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is a even bigger one waiting for him. Later, when he finished more than half of the padi field, he start to realise that the padi is not as big as the previous one he saw, heknow he has missedthe biggest one, and he regretted !!!! So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.The teacher told him, "...this is love... you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realise, you have already miss the person...." " What is marriage then ?" the student asked.The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back.But the rule is: you can go throught them only once and cannot turn back to pick.  " The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher. The teacher told him, "this time you bring back a corn....you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... this is marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-114827595620609939?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114827595620609939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=114827595620609939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114827595620609939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114827595620609939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/student-ask-teacher-what-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-114822799291015352</id><published>2006-05-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:38:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>piggy and I celebrated our 2 years anniversary yesterday. the ans is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SKY DINING&lt;/span&gt;. piggy came over from work to pick me up and we went there by cab. when piggy told the driver HARBOURFRONT, i knew my ans was half correct already. we bought cable car tickets to mount faber den waited for the dinner to start. well, it was a romantic dinner. 1st dish was mushroom soup and appetizer. next was the main course: salmon fillet and the wine and a bouquet of lily. 1st bouquet of flower from piggy. =) i still thought that bouquet was for the other couple. i cant describe the feeling at that moment. i'm lost for words. but deep down in my heart, i'm filled with lotsa piggy's love. last dish: chocolate brownie with strawberry. nice dinner. round and round we went on the cable car. (5 rounds) I had wished that i wun need to alight. i guess i was the envy of every girls at that time. the beautiful moments on the cable car. the beautiful night view. all engraved on the memories book of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-114822799291015352?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114822799291015352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=114822799291015352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114822799291015352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114822799291015352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/piggy-and-i-celebrated-our-2-years.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-114793712927728740</id><published>2006-05-18T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:25:29.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S PIGGY DAY TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That means it's our 2 years anniversary. We will be celebrating it this sat night. I duno where's piggy bringing me but he drop hints that we are going to somewhere very high and it's located somewhere near the central of singapore. What i can think of is Mount Faber or sentosa or cable car. I'm getting excited for this sat. This year, i made a personalised ez-link card with our studio photo. Collecting it tml on my way for the portfolio. I hope to put it in piggy's wallet secretly and let him find it out himself. Hope he will like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thinking back abt how we got together 2 years ago, it's a sweet thing and this tells us how time flies. I hope 4 years down the road, i'll be writing down my wedding moments in this blog. Though i might still be kinda young at that time, but i reali hope to be together with piggy everyday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-114793712927728740?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114793712927728740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=114793712927728740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114793712927728740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114793712927728740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-piggy-day-today-that-means-its-our.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-114673308181917262</id><published>2006-05-04T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:58:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisypath.com/pic/060504/b05f8bd.jpg" alt="Daisypath Pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/060518/2/2/+8/2.png" alt="Daisypath Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-114673308181917262?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114673308181917262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=114673308181917262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114673308181917262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114673308181917262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/daisypath-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-114559340873432689</id><published>2006-04-21T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:39:39.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we got everything settled. that sat night, piggy called me but i didnt answer. replied his sms in a very cold tone. in fact, he was outside my room when he called me. i didnt wana see him cos i was still flaming with anger. he stood outside the door of my room, while i hid behind my door, refused to let him in. refused to hear his explanations. i chased him home. and indeed, he went home. dumb piggy. he didnt even bother to sms to apologise any further. i brought my anger, sadness, disappointment to piggyland. in hope that he would appear at my hse the next morning with breakfast to cheer me up. sadly, he didnt. there wasnt a sign of piggy that morning. 3.40pm: I miss Piggy... was the 1st sign from piggy on that day. i was still angry in my mind. but, my heart has somehow forgiven him. all along, i had been expecting his call, his sms. at that moment, i was dying to see him. i took 2 hrs to reply that msg. not willing to give in, i replied him that i wanted to talk to him tonight. he agreed. venue: my hse. time: 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piggy reached my hse on time. it was a rare thing. we talked things out and promised not to keep anything from each other as from then. This incident has brought abt lotsa pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-114559340873432689?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114559340873432689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=114559340873432689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114559340873432689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114559340873432689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-got-everything-settled.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-114511414448049749</id><published>2006-04-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:06:35.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;is there no perfect love in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there are alot of times when i question piggy abt some stuff like finance, he would tell me it's a long story. further questioning, he will tell me nothing. am i in no position to care and concern abt this kind of issue of his? when u dun bother, ppl will say u didnt bother. but when u ask abit more, ppl will say u ask too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what the fuck! i'm very lost now.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and right now, we are having a tiff. that phone call might be the last call from him. i dun wana be someone who has no right to question abt my partner. i feel that i deserve that right to question him abt that issue. such situation will cause many pain and scars on the relationship. i just dun wana be the last to know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*Piggy, u matter alot to me. so i dun wan anything to happen to u. i wana know everything abt u. the prescene of me is to share ur woes and happiness. be it good or bad, i'll always be there for you, never leaving you. &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/7776750-114511414448049749?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114511414448049749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=114511414448049749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114511414448049749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114511414448049749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-there-no-perfect-love-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-114492383557453339</id><published>2006-04-13T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T18:23:55.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;public holiday tml but i wun be accompanying piggy cos i'll be having a gathering with my pri sch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so sad =(   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;By right, it should have been an extra day to spend time together with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;piggy...haiz..hope he is not working again this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MISS PIGGY&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MISS PIGGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MISS PIGGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;MISS PIGGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MISS PIGGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;MISS PIGGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MISS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PIGGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I've finally come to a point and really understand something. I know there are times whereby we tend to compare our partner with other guys. We may think that how come i'm with this lousy guy? i could have a better choice. But, at the end of the day, the better guy may not love you as much as the lousy guy. and at this point u will think again, how come i gave up the guy who love me more? In life, there are certain times whereby we will make the wrong decision due to the wrong perception that we have. at this point of my life, i wana remind myself that the man that i have with me now is the right one. though there are times whereby things dun fall right the way we want it to be, and thoughts of letting go arise in our mind. we can let the thought run through our mind but we definately can not let the thought run through our heart, cause this is the point whereby we will let our heart decide and probably make the wrong decision in our life. there are times that we do not play a good role of a girlfriend. so dun always assume that ur partner is not playing a good role of a boyfriend. as the saying goes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT TAKES 2 HANDS TO CLAP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is definately a reasonable saying.  it takes effort to build up a relationship. a relationship is form by 2 people who have different characters. the final word is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHERISH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how a relationship continues from where we started, lies in the hands of our own. we are the one who determine how the relationship works and how it is gona be carried on. we pave the path ourselves, so we shall blame no one for any fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of my life, i'm definate that piggy is the one. he may not seems to be a perfect person to my parents but i want them to know that they are not perfect as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-114492383557453339?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114492383557453339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=114492383557453339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114492383557453339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114492383557453339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/public-holiday-tml-but-i-wun-be.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-114480996409036078</id><published>2006-04-12T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:46:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dusty dusty dusty blog&lt;/span&gt;...*sneeze sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring boring IHP. G&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/495/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;otta meet supervisor later. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BORING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'M REALLY BORED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-114480996409036078?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114480996409036078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=114480996409036078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114480996409036078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/114480996409036078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/dusty-dusty-dusty-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-113454803491176082</id><published>2005-12-14T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:13:54.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>piggy lost his PDA phone on mon morning...i felt so heart pain for him...now i duno how to contact him...can only wait for him to call mi every evening...and piggy is away for out field again this 2 days...will onli be back tml...i was so lost...i didnt noe how to console and comfort him...that makes mi feel like a loser...not being able to play a good role as a piggy girlfriend...is this a test between us? further more, piggy 24th birthday is juz next tue...y should such a thing happen to him? i dun understand....&lt;font color=red&gt;BLANK&lt;/font&gt; i'm so lost now...somebody save mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-113454803491176082?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113454803491176082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=113454803491176082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/113454803491176082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/113454803491176082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/piggy-lost-his-pda-phone-on-mon.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-113405803452516085</id><published>2005-12-08T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:07:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color =red&gt;I'M JUST FUCKING DAMN PISSED WITH SOME ASSHOLE BASTARD!!!! ALL TALK AND NO WORK DONE!! LEADING THE WHOLE GROUP TO DEATH!! DAMN ASSHOLES, IF U AIN'T INTERESTED, U CAN JOLLY WELL LEAVE US ALONE. HOW I WISH U COULD FAIL THIS MODULE!!! IT'S AIN'T MY FAULT FOR CURSING U!! U FORCED MI TO DO IT!! FUCK OFF!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-113405803452516085?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113405803452516085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=113405803452516085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/113405803452516085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/113405803452516085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-just-fucking-damn-pissed-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-112575086262752613</id><published>2005-09-03T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:34:22.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK OFF U FUCKING BASTARD!!!  DUN MAKE MI SENT U TO HELL!!!  I DUN NEED ANY COMMENTS FROM U AND I DUN EVER WANNA HEAR A SINGLE WORD FROM U FROM NOW ON!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-112575086262752613?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112575086262752613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=112575086262752613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112575086262752613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112575086262752613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck-off-u-fucking-bastard-dun-make-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-112489576512082539</id><published>2005-08-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:02:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I duno y i'm feeling tis way..but tis feeling inside mi is weird. I duno how to describe tis but it's some sort of telling mi something isnt going the right way..could it be things between piggy and mi? Probably...i realise that even when piggy is free and at home, he aso wun call mi..juz like yesterday, he was at home msning his friends...cant he even call mi for a while? and today, i doubt he would be calling mi...that sat, i guess i saw him smsing another gal... could tis be spelling troubles for mi? Men can be good at acting at times...dun ever let mi find out that u are creating trouble for mi behind my back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-112489576512082539?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112489576512082539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=112489576512082539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112489576512082539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112489576512082539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-duno-y-im-feeling-tis-way.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-112377838314724962</id><published>2005-08-12T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:39:43.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things haven been going my ways tis few days...life is kinda sucky again...but i noe i'll have piggy with mi..piggy is the onli one that i have now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thot of running away, but i duno where to go..i dun wana make piggy worry abt mi..i dun wana upset piggy..i'm feeling so useless and helpless again..i nv wana return again if i'm gone..i feel so small..i duno wat to do..for now, i hate returning home..it's a damn place filled with fuckers all around!! FUCK!! FUCK OFF!! i wish u were all dead!! get out of my life!! get lost!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piggy, can u take mi away from tis damn place? i dun wana stay here anymore... &lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-112377838314724962?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112377838314724962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=112377838314724962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112377838314724962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112377838314724962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-haven-been-going-my-ways-tis.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-112291175790331800</id><published>2005-08-01T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:05:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a piggy blue day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;      &lt;p&gt;sometimes i feel that i'm such a failure in life...&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid thoughts!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss piggy real badly for the past 1 wk...didnt manage to meet up with piggy until yesterday...went sentosa for his friend's birthday..hot weather but i didnt get burnt...had dinner with piggy and he bathe at my hse and went back to camp again...haiz...kinda sad that we were unable to spend a little more time together...looks like it's gona be another long week again... =(     feel kinda empty inside mi now...guess i reali miss piggy too much...hope i get to see piggy soon..i miss his hugs and kisses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can pass tml evaluation...pray hard for mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-112291175790331800?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112291175790331800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=112291175790331800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112291175790331800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112291175790331800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-piggy-blue-day.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-112226360690546367</id><published>2005-07-25T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T12:02:06.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to sch again...boring days will start again. projects are coming up soon...boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice weekend after the common test...had a long mahjong session on fri after my last paper...slack at piggy hse on sat afternoon..&lt;font color=orange&gt;rainy day &lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt; lazy piggy day&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Evening, nice and full dinner followed by mahjong session again..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Sunday, went prayer in the morning and attended my 1st 2 BTL..rainy day again..went town with piggy. had wanted to go to the Japanese restaurant which piggy had wanted to bring mi on my birthday, but sadly, we didnt manage to eat it again cos at that time their lunch time was over..change of plan..substitute it with sushi tei..nice and full lunch that i didnt have to eat my dinner...went centrepoint to buy Harry Potter book for my bro birthday. bought a cookery book too..filled with nice and delicious dessert. &lt;font color= red&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  walked to PS there...piggy went to pay his credit card bill den we  went PS walk walk. walked past the arcade over there.saw a minnie plush toy half stuck on the hole of the machine..gona drop down soon..went in to see..saw a cute piglet behind..told piggy i wanted that piglet..den piggy tried his best to get mi that piglet from the machine cos there's some kinda 1-1 exchange policy.. so we thot of getting the minnie mouse and exchange for the piglet.. heart pondering session..veri kan chiong cos the minnie mouse almost drop into the hole a few times and we were surrounded by alot of ppl watching us.. thot of different way to get it..spend abt $20 plus...the last few coins, we manage to get it...YEAH!!!! had wanted to exchange for the piglet, but on 2nd thot, i didnt cos alot of effort spent on getting the minnie mouse. somemore is a limited edition one..SG onli got 76 of it islandwide and i'm one of the lucky owner. i guess i was the envy of all gals at that time. at that moment, i noe i'm the most fortunate piglet. i guess i was the luckiest piglet at that time. watch The Island after that..went home after that cos it was alreadi 9-plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with so much of happiness and love. makes mi love piggy even more..much more than ever..he's a nice piggy..a lovely one..he dotes on mi and he loves mi..i'm a xing fu piggy..&lt;font color=purple&gt;=)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-112226360690546367?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112226360690546367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=112226360690546367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112226360690546367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112226360690546367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-sch-again.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-112122003800402550</id><published>2005-07-13T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:00:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common Test coming soon, but right now i'm still quite lost in most of my modules...haiz...die alreadi la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-112122003800402550?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112122003800402550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=112122003800402550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112122003800402550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112122003800402550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/common-test-coming-soon-but-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-112106271076332462</id><published>2005-07-11T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:18:30.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after the weekend and some deep soul searching, my finally conclusion is that i still love piggy deeply no matter wat has happened...i should be trusting my heart, my feelings...piggy has always been there for mi to love and comfort mi..putting up with all my nonsense, still he can still be so patience with mi..wat's a little setback to mi? so from now on, i muz be a patience piggy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a gf of an army personnal is nv easy, cos time spend together is lesser than anyone else, some weekends are being sacrificed due to lots of training conducted. there need to be alot of understanding and trust. Nevertheless, i'm glad we managed to hold on till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, was a nice day hanging out with piggy. we went jack place for lunch den we went causeway point to watch A lot like Love. finally, i watch romance movie with piggy..piggy suggested that we go take a photo, but stupid mi, turn him down...thinking abt it now, i reali think that i was stupid at that time..well...doesnt matter, i believe that there will be other chances. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, sorry piggy for the nonsense that i've given u on sat nite, i'll keep all the promises that i've made to you. I shall nv stop loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-112106271076332462?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112106271076332462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=112106271076332462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112106271076332462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112106271076332462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-weekend-and-some-deep-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-112062580106459986</id><published>2005-07-06T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:48:08.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling kinda lousy nw...partially becos of piggy and some dream i had last nite...and i think i'm starting to think too much again...i had a dream last nite...i dreamt of elf piglet...the place seems to be in cineleisure..he came over to talk to mi, we sat down at a sofa, den he held my hand and said that he missed mi and he cant forget abt mi but there seems to be somethings that he wants to say to mi but he juz cant say it out. it seems like he's attached to another gal at that moment and he left mi there, leaving with a group of his frenz...i woke up, realising that he still stands a bit of place in my heart...thinking back, i felt kinda sad abt the fact that i let him go...though many things have changed over tis 1 yr, but memories are always memories left in the heart...i dun deny that i still haven got over him completely, and i noe that such things that happen in dreams would nv come true in real life...could haf been part of my wishful thinking... &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SLAP MYSELF*  WAKE UP!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piggy called mi yesterday but my bro ans the call cos i went jogging wif my mum, reached home, i called him, talk wif him for a min den he say he's ordering dinner now, and will call mi back later...later later later...his later was like hours...i waited till midnight...i'm not asking much...juz a 5min phone call per day aint difficult...wat i wait for is juz that phone call everyday...sometimes i reali think that my decision is wrong...u can say i'm not understanding again but how long can a normal person take all tis? till now, piggy still hasnt call mi yet...and i suppose he isnt gona call mi tonight...i guess tis time round i'm reali fed up..i'm not gona call or sms him until he call or sms mi..though i have some thoughts of breaking up tis time round, but i'm definately sure that it isnt due to the dream that i had...some other things aso happened last week thus leading to tis thought...well...we shall see.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-112062580106459986?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112062580106459986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=112062580106459986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112062580106459986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112062580106459986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/feeling-kinda-lousy-nw.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-112001403457392113</id><published>2005-06-29T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:26:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring week again...assignment need to be handed up on sun but i still haven started yet...feeling kinda sick now...kinda bloated in my tummy, headache, sore throat...*sick sick sick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piggy reali had a busy time at work last week...work 7 days for that week...work till he got sick...poor piggy...brought dinner over for piggy on sat evening cos he was kinda sick and too tired to move around...and i wanted so much to see him...piggy was kinda sun burnt and had flu...gave piggy my medicine for flu and put piggy to piggyland while i watched tv beside him...felt kinda sad to see piggy so sick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-112001403457392113?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112001403457392113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=112001403457392113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112001403457392113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/112001403457392113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/boring-week-again.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111983636997859904</id><published>2005-06-27T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:39:30.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations angeline, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://myblogger.kennysia.com/ks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com"&gt;kennysia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have it all, or so you think. Big balls, big bird, big everything. Also a big heart and ever-ready big hug to give out to everybody who needs one. But you didn't know this. You're the one who need a hug the most. So hugs to you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://myblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Malaysian Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111983636997859904?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111983636997859904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111983636997859904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111983636997859904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111983636997859904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/congratulations-angeline-you-are_27.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111949777568573074</id><published>2005-06-23T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T11:36:15.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's thursday again, which means end of the week soon...projects are starting to flood my schedule and right now i'm veri bored in ECID class...doing nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting for ICT student council will start today...well, sad to say that i'm NOT one of those who got shortlisted...i got pretty upset abt it in the 1st place and wanted to share my sadness with piggy the 1st moment i noe i got "kicked out" but somehow piggy and mi juz got some communications breakdown, probably piggy nv realise but i somehow got angry wif him over tis on my side here. but everything went well again when he say he wanted to come over to my hse later tonight, and later that night i shared the sadness wif piggy..i was glad that piggy's words do reali work on mi.. &lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i remember him saying that "Doesnt matter, you are always the best to mi" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;well well well...all things shall come to an end soon(i mean the student council thingy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy gets busy with work again...last night, he was still working in camp when it was alreadi 11 plus...sadly, piggy gotta stay in camp...and i dun get to see piggy =( well, weekends will onli be the time that we get to see each other...haiz...it feels so bad to be missing someone so badly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS U PIGGY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111949777568573074?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111949777568573074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111949777568573074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111949777568573074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111949777568573074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-thursday-again-which-means-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111940797035522039</id><published>2005-06-22T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:55:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this entry is for &lt;font color=purple&gt;my birthday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yippe!!! I'm finally 18!!! Haha, piggy's friends canot laugh at mi liao!!! lalalalala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday nite, went andre hse for bbq, my best friend gave mi a surprise, a cake. she's always full of ideas to give mi surprises...thanx so much!!! and i got smashed by jessie with the cake full of cream. lulu was part of it too. cos she caught hold of mi...haha..it was fun and i enjoyed myself...i got wet when i was going home, vincent, dawn, steph and cindy hugged mi so tight, and guess wat, they juz came out from the pool, well, i was kinda wet but i was glad that i had enjoyed myself so much wif them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful birthday on sun,celebrated with my dearest dearest piggy. Well, sat night my parents brought mi out for a wonderful dinner, i was full till i almost couldnt walk den we went IMM to buy candles for my birthday cake and my brother bought mi a teva slipper at one of the shops there. den we went home cos piggy was coming over. when i was at my door steps, piggy was alreadi there long ago, sitting at the staircase, &lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so cute!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; waited for my uncle and 2 cousins to come over den we sang birthday song, made a wish, and blew the candles. the cake was a chocolatey cake with chocolate coating all over the cake.yummy!!! den we play mahjong, got piggy, mi, my mum and my uncle. haha, i was the big winner!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest thing was, piggy passed mi the present upon reaching 12 midnight...and i rushed to my room to open up the present(cant wait alreadi) i got a ring, something which i had wanted all along. and its a couple ring, finally we haf something in common. after mahjong session, piggy and me went back to my room, and we put the ring for each other, could u imagine how xing fu i was at that moment. piggy onli went home at 3am.and we will be meeting at 1.30pm later &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning, i was still sleeping soundly and sweetly on my bed and piggy on the other side was trying so hard to contact mi but my hp was put to slient mode. but lucky tis time piggy noe how to call my hse and my mum woke mi up, telling mi that piggy would be meeting mi at 12.15pm, though was an hour earlier but nvm, can see piggy for a longer time. Haha.. =P  i got myself ready and went down to meet piggy, den went piggy hse for a while den we set off to P.S to watch movie(Mr and Mrs Smith) it was a nice show + some funny parts, after movie den we walk around orchard den walk all the way to far east that side, so far but i'm not tired cos i'm walking it with piggy ma.. den we walk towards Goodwood Park hotel there, piggy told mi that we were walking home from there. i was like...lots of question marks on my head...cos piggy noe that i'm lazy to walk de, how could he let mi walk that far? but actually it was a surprise for mi, piggy brought mi to a place for a nice, relaxing and romantic spa treat...the whole place was filled with romance, i nv thot that such beautiful things would happen on mi, i felt so pampered and loved...there was a steam room, a jacuzzi and a relaxing massage. the whole treatment finished almost 3 hours later. by the time we leave the place, it was close to closing time for restaurant, had wanted to go to Paragon for japanese meal but the place was closing soon, well, piggy was craving for japanese food at that time but no choice so had to think of some other place to eat.finally, we settled down at Marche, had soft shell crab and rosti wif chicken hunter. i ate till i was full again, oh, my tummy...den it's time to go home, reali hope that time had stopped at the spa treat there...but doesnt matter, i noe i had enjoyed myself on that day and it was reali a wonderful and unforgettable 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my best friend Run Qing who was part of it to make that day possible and "ganging" up with piggy to give mi lots of surprises. thanx so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;and tis one over here is specially for my dearest dearest piggy: Piggy, alot of things were made possibe because of u, my life become so much happier and lively because of u too. u were always there to make my day a better one and u were always the one to fulfil the dreams and wishes of mine, pampering mi, loving mi so tenderly and so so so much more. no words could describe the feelings that i have for u and no words can describe how much i reali love u. u made mi so xing fu, giving mi beautiful reality and made mi feel so much like a princess. i reali wana thanx u so much for making my life a beautiful one.I'll always be there to love u and to stand by u.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE U PIGGY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;*delicated to my dearest piggy wif lots of love and care*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111940797035522039?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111940797035522039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111940797035522039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111940797035522039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111940797035522039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-entry-is-for-my-birthday-yippe-im.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111863560373927643</id><published>2005-06-13T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:06:43.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week 4 of school and as usual, i'm still slacking happily in class. However some fucking bitch thinks i dun deserve the grades that i get with the attitude that i haf. Wat has my attitude gotta do wif u, well,if i'm gona hear another comment abt mi from u, i'm gona confront u right in front of everyone, i aint gona give u any face, right in the first place, my grades doesnt even concern u at all, u've got no particular reasons to meddle wif my affairs. i'm gona make u regret for ur actions if u dare to offend mi again. It's either u love or hate mi, take it or leave it for my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Forgive mi for my languages, but i'm damn pissed over tis matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy came over last nite to help mi wif my EBF assignment, assisted mi in the construction of the report. thus causing piggy not able to finish his work early, hopes he's able to hand it up on time. tis week, piggy is aso coming over to my sch for some sort of exhibition, hopefully will be able to meet up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's gona blow on this sun, that's my 18th birthday. &lt;strong&gt;YEAH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i'm waiting, i dun noe wat piggy have got for mi, i'm waiting anxiously..hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111863560373927643?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111863560373927643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111863560373927643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111863560373927643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111863560373927643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/week-4-of-school-and-as-usual-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111862881559775835</id><published>2005-06-13T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:13:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/piggypiglet/untitled_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how a piglet sleep with other piggies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111862881559775835?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111862881559775835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111862881559775835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111862881559775835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111862881559775835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-how-piglet-sleep-with-other.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111862770393847156</id><published>2005-06-13T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:55:03.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations angeline, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Xia Xue' Wendy Cheng&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a goddess/god. You've got the looks, the brains and the body. You have such an irreverent sense of humour, people listen to you religiously and worship the ground you walk on. On the other hand you can also be straightforward, blunt and very very controversial. That has the potential to offend many people, but of course you don't care, you just shoot. In the end, people either love you or hate you. Nothing in between.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Singaporean Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111862770393847156?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111862770393847156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111862770393847156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111862770393847156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111862770393847156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/congratulations-angeline-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111772534228032830</id><published>2005-06-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:23:28.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's June alreadi...I'm so excited cos my birthday is coming soon, which means i can get my licence liao...Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 2nd week of sch and i have not made any progress in sch yet...Muz jia you liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i'm back from penang and piggy haf alreadi finished all his exam papers...piggy say we will celebrate our 1 yr anniversary after his exams and when i'm back from penang...and now everything is over, piggy becomes so busy at work that i haven even seen him since i'm back...though piggy came over on last fri before i left for peneng but it's gona be one week since i last see him...perherps i'm not a good gf, i canot understand him, i canot tolerate it when he's busy with work cos he tend to forget abt mi,neglect mi, i canot take it!!! I noe piggy is good to me, piggy loves mi alot, i noe i've not done my part as a gf, not caring, not patience enough but i noe i love piggy alot too...that's y i'm holding on...i'm trying my best to be a good gf but it's kinda hard...i noe at times i think alot, i wonder alot....cos i'm so scare of disappointment, past relationships haf certainly left a scar in mi...i dun wana get disappointed again, i wan piggy to be the one....partially, i think was because i keep on seeing or knowing couples break off or quarrel...thus causing the fear in mi...causing much more wild thoughts to be running in my mind....I muz be understanding towards piggy's busy schedule at work...i guess mayb i'm tired by those activities that i'm involved in, that's y i'm having a lot of wild thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy means alot to mi, everything related to piggy matters to mi, i wana stay with him for good, i reali love piggy lots so pls dun take piggy away from mi....I Love U Piggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111772534228032830?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111772534228032830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111772534228032830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111772534228032830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111772534228032830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-june-alreadi.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111677617335943163</id><published>2005-05-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:44:13.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Well Well.... time to blog again...seems like i haven been blogging for quite a while...busy with work and orientation stuff...well...time to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/5--&gt; Day 0 of 3do camp, had dragon boat training at 2pm, but i had alreadi carry my 3 days camp stuff along wif mi, kinda damn heavy even though i didnt bring along my small pillow...after 2 hrs of training, it was some camp briefing, a short one den we went for dinner and pool...at pool there, i started feeling tired from the dragon boat training, hands were aching, tired till i could drop any time... &lt;strong&gt;damn it!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I started missing my small pillow at that time, i thought i could leave it at home for just 4days...eventually, i still missed it...my mum just wun bring it to mi...sad... =(  that nite was a horrible nite, couldnt slp well...no pillow, no bed...and i was sleeping near to the walkway of the toilet in E-Garage...everyone seems to be going to the toilet frequently...seems to have so much water to let out...and vincent and gang probably juz got too excited for 3do that i could hear them talking throughout the whole nite...by the time i went into piggyland, it was dawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/5--&gt; Sadly pull myself out of the comfortable sleeping bag and got myself prepared to welcome the freshies...moved our bags to sports hall and had our breakfast at canteen 2...soon freshies started flowing in and we were like praying hard that our freshies are those high with life...good thing was my grp was quite active esp the gals...usual things, think of a cheer and design the flag den had the ICT treasure hunt den lunch. den we headed to sentosa for the rest of our activities like finding the flags, the 5 obstacles station like last yr...the sun got everyone burn on that day, i was like a roasted piggy...went for night walk after dinner, i was like so scared that i wished i had not come for tis camp...anyway, thanks to the brave freshies of mine who gave mi some courage and comfort...by the time we headed back to sch, everyone was kinda tired and burnt...&lt;br /&gt;tis nite was a comfortable and sweet nite, cos my dearest piggy sent mi a pillow...i felt so touched...imagine, it's late in the nite, almost 2am in the morning, despite feeling tired, piggy still sent mi his heart warming pillow, and aso many thanx to piggy's great buddy...indeed, i had a much better nite...3 cheers for my dearest Piggy *muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/5--&gt;Day 2 of 3do, our flag got stolen by the GMs, well, we were assured that we can haf a good nite sleep so everyone fell asleep soundly that no one actually noticed that the flags were stolen...same old thing every year, flags get stolen by GMs...we were like WAT THE HELL!!! but everyone got back their flag before we set out for the amazing race...my grp was the 1st 2 teams to set out 1st...which means our score were bad for Day 1...but we manage to be the 1st 2 team on the list on Day 3 but sadly we nv won anything...but i was glad that my team n i enjoyed the whole camp...i was glad that i had a bunch of cute freshies...Being a GL was fun and it was a great experience for mi...beautiful memories again for 3do camp...esp the OL cheer that we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers for Dawn the PL, the Planning comm, the GMs and the rest of the GLs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great thing was, piggy came to pick mi up after break camp, though he had to study but he still bothered to make some time for mi, helped mi to carry everything home...and i kidnapped piggy's pillow since then, and i've declared that the pillow is mine...HaHa HaHa!!! Oops... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though tis week's wed was our 1 year anniversary, but we haven had a chance to celebrate it yet as piggy is busy preparing for his exams while i'm busy with all the year 1 orientation thingy...piggy had told mi that we will celebrate it after his exams and after i'm back from penang...tis gif mi more time to prepare the gift...cos i haven had got much time to do the gift...and i guess piggy didnt get mi anything for our 1 year annivesary...not to mention the thing that i've always wanted...i'm kinda disappointed and i'm self-comforting myself for the time being, telling myself that it's not that important to own it for the moment now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though piggy is busy preparing for his coming exams now, piggy still make a effort to spend some time wif mi, tis period of time may be difficult for us but i know we will go through it...I believe that our LOVE is strong enough to withstand any difficulties...Piggy, I believe in u and our relationship, nothing else matter more than ur love to mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....could be a while before i get to see piggy again...cos sch is starting on the week that piggy is having his exams and i'll be leaving for penang on fri nite in which piggy onli finishes his exams on sat...i'll onli be back on tue morning, which mean i'll miss mon lessons and some of tue lessons...Piggy, i'll be missing u lots when i'm away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Piggy, muz remember to jia you for ur exams, i'll be praying hard for u, hope u can do well for ur exams...Love u Lots always *muackz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111677617335943163?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111677617335943163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111677617335943163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111677617335943163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111677617335943163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111444389632328045</id><published>2005-04-25T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:44:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well Well...haven been blogging for quite a while cos i've been working...the 1st time that i manage to stay on to a job for so long...lolx..i'm into my 4th week of work...probably things didnt reali go well for mi since i started work...had some work problems and some relationship problems wif piggy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I felt kinda left out at work...not becos of my relationship with my colleagues...it's the kind of work load...I'm like doing all kinds of stuffs in the office, somehow like a odd job labourer...others got the chance to be on the "frontline" to serve the pax but i'm like being dumped in a area to do all sorts of filing and phone calling...Tis kinda job is damn bored...i dun even noe how i manage to hold till tis far...probably tis is a blessing in disguise cos i dun haf to work on weekends...and probably work half day on some sat...but i was hoping to be able to expose much more to the outer world...am i being too anxious? I hope not...Juz hope everything will go well for mi as from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, seems to be having some problems with piggy...the 1st incident happened on 14/4...i was so afraid and stressed out that we will be broken up by my parents...i reali couldnt take it anymore that i reali broke down hard in tears in front of piggy,i could no longer hide up or bottle up my feelings,felt so stressed up...i was afraid to tell piggy as well cos i didnt want tis matter to bother him...i noe how it feels when tis kinda of things are bothering u...next incident happened 1-2 days later...i found out that piggy had actually lied to mi...and i was like being lied for abt half a year...&lt;strong&gt;damn holy shit!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i juz felt so disappointed...so dispppointed...the kinda of feeling is juz like ur husband/bf having an affair outside...&lt;strong&gt;F***!!! damn it!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i admit that i reali wanted to end off the relationship at that moment of time...i juz couldnt take it...when there's a 1st time, there's a high chances of a 2nd time...it greatly affected the trust that i haf in him...he even said that it wasnt important to tell mi at that moment of time...Though it all happened b4 he got to noe mi but it reali did affected mi alot...the kinda emotional obstacles that i couldnt get over...since that day, i've been having nitemarez...almost every night...and juz yesterday, he got fed up with mi juz becos i keep on saying that it was his fault over certain matters...i meant it as a joke but he felt that it was too irritating...he felt that i was FAN!!! I didnt wana make things worst so i gave in and apologised...hardly see mi apologise or give in to such cases...&lt;strong&gt;I muz haf been possessed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many unhappy incident, our relationship has worsen by certain degree of judgement...it takes so much effort from both of us to build our relationship to tis stable stage, now such saddening incidents happened...it reali did affect us quite alot...I hope all tis kind of stupid incidents will not happen from now on...reali hope that we can continue to walk down tis diffcult pathway together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/4...piggy noes wat i've been wanting/yearning for...but up till now, i still haven got it...he could haf noe it but not do it...Well...probably it's all predestinated that i cant own it...that's sad but i'll learn to let it go...i'll try to learn to let go of all the unhappy incidents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we are going to be together for almost a year alreadi...tis period of time haf been rather tiring for mi cos i fear of alot of things...main fear is still afraid of losing piggy...i dun wana care much now...juz wana continue my lazy piggy life with piggy happily...&lt;strong&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOvE yA PiGGy!!! LOvE yA PiGGy!!! LOvE yA PiGGy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111444389632328045?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111444389632328045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111444389632328045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111444389632328045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111444389632328045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111224930127226338</id><published>2005-03-31T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:12:03.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last paper tml...and i'll be free!!! BIS paper was ok yesterday juz that i got quite alot of spelling error...hope the marker wun penalise mi...Going off to study my os later...hope i can pass this paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to finish my exam so that i can go out and enjoy with piggy...hopefully he bring mi out on fri ba...cos that day he was like asking mi where do i wana go on fri? and stuipd mi say piggyland...&lt;strong&gt;dotz&lt;/strong&gt; but it will be reali nice if we could go out and haf a nice dinner and after that go for a walk...I was aso thinking that how nice it will be if both of us were to go for a chalet..juz the both of us...reali wana spend quality time wif piggy...but probably he will haf to take leave, miss work and miss the time to go out wif his friends...tis is juz a selfish thought of mine cos i'm daydreaming again...Alot of time, i onli wana haf u to myself onli...no other ones...not even ur friends or family...7 years down the road, will we still be together? ah qing was like saying, if piggy were to start saving money now, 7 years later, i'll be having a fairytale wedding...a perfect wedding that all gals dream of...i was thinking that it doesnt matter how grand the wedding is...wat matter most is the person that u are marrying off to...whether he will be able to take care of u for life, stay with u no matter wat, loves onli u, provide u with happiness, complete ur life with a happy family...&lt;strong&gt;And I wan piggy to be the one...&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Love mi for life hao ma? &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To love is to have someone special,one who you can always depend...To be there through the years,sharing laughter and tears...As a partner,a lover,a friend...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111224930127226338?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111224930127226338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111224930127226338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111224930127226338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111224930127226338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-paper-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111209001476917908</id><published>2005-03-29T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T17:57:26.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAiz...exam comes and it's ending soon...2 more to go...boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy didnt go KL that day cos he couldnt find his passport...so i got to see him on thu nite and sat morning... =) Careless de Piggy...muz haf thrown it away while doing spring cleaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately,I've been given pressure on tis relationship but no matter wat i'm staying strong for piggy...I noe my dad dun reali apporve of piggy and my mum was like telling mi that i haf much more choices...wat i'm persuing is my happiness...i prefer being together wif piggy and i love being wif him...y wait till now and tell mi all tis? We are together for almost a year alreadi and now u are trying to separate us? How can you do that??? Spare a thought for my feelings!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yoga lesson yesterday nite, i was suppose to go piggy hse for dinner but my mum didnt allow mi to go over...kinda quarrel wif her over tis matter...i wanted so much to see piggy...I couldnt wait till fri...it's 4 days long...a unbearable 4 days of waiting...somemore piggy is down wif a serious cough...haiz... &lt;strong&gt;*heart pain*&lt;/strong&gt; But luckily he's still ting hua...almost finish the cough syrup tis time which i had passed it to him on thu nite...I was suppose to meet piggy for breakfast today. I called him when i woke up but i couldnt get thru his phone...called his hse but got hanged up...so worried abt him that i went to bathe immediately and rushed over to his hse...halfway there, he called mi..*Phew* told mi to go over his hse for lunch...Bad Piggy...nv pay hp bill...no wonder couldnt get thru la...scared mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy...no matter wat...I'm staying strong for tis relationship...Staying close wif u no matter wat...Promise to love you always...We've come so far, much love and effort have been put in to maintain tis relationship so i'm not letting it go...nv gona let go...&lt;strong&gt;I Love You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111209001476917908?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111209001476917908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111209001476917908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111209001476917908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111209001476917908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111147500170686460</id><published>2005-03-22T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:03:21.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i recall back abt u...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i recall back abt the times that we once had...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i could forget abt u...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish we were together...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish we nv knew each other...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i had nv fall in love wif u...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish u had nv fallen in love wif mi...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish u had nv enter my life...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish we could go back together...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish time will stop for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am i toking again??? I'm suppose to forget abt u...I'm suppose to remove u from my life...Elf Piglet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111147500170686460?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111147500170686460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111147500170686460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111147500170686460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111147500170686460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/sometimes-i-recall-back-abt-u.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111146644954172285</id><published>2005-03-22T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:40:49.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is so complicated...ur goals seems so far away...does money solve problems? I don't want money to solve my problems...but when am i gona save enough for my overseas study trip? It's such a torture!!! When will i be able to get enrolled into University of Queensland? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went chalet wif piggy dear on sat...his poly chalet...got to noe something but it's okie...everything is over...doesnt matter ok? back to where we 1st started...bring back beautiful memories...flipped thru my piggy memory book...things were so perfect and beautiful...thanx so much piggy dear =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are starting and piggy dear is going KL on fri...sad...gona be a unbearable week for mi...cos exams are here...den piggy dear going away for 3 days...that means we wun get to see each other for at least 2 weeks...that's so.....ARGHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can clear all my modules for tis coming exams...pray hard for mi ba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111146644954172285?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111146644954172285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111146644954172285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111146644954172285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111146644954172285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/sometimes-life-is-so-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111103053875615239</id><published>2005-03-17T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:35:38.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think somehow I've made up my mind...juz told piggy abt it...it seems like he wasnt quite pleased wif the ans...Well...I duno wat i can do...I guess tis is the onli way out...Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think that we are drifting apart again...tis feeling completely &lt;strong&gt;sucks!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Seems to haf alot of bu xiang de yu gan in my heart...look like breaking up is not far away from us...&lt;strong&gt;What The Hell!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are coming...I dun wish to be bothered by anything...Fan nao go away!!! Leave mi alone...Dun bother mi...Stay away from mi...far far away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111103053875615239?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111103053875615239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111103053875615239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111103053875615239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111103053875615239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-somehow-ive-made-up-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111102523926066712</id><published>2005-03-17T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:07:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haf a funny feeling inside...guess something isnt quite right...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piggy...where are u? I miss u so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111102523926066712?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111102523926066712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111102523926066712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111102523926066712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111102523926066712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-haf-funny-feeling-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111086517131939735</id><published>2005-03-15T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T13:39:31.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah!!! My new blog is out le...completed too...came across tis reali sweet blogskin so i cant help it but to change it..haha...Hey friends, gimme some of ur comments =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are finally over...last week of sch for tis week...exam starting next week..&lt;strong&gt;Sianz...Stress!!! &lt;/strong&gt;BUT I'll try my very best to pass all my modules..cheer for mi ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly...to my piggy dearest...i noe u are worried abt my current situation...and u are trying ur veri best to help mi out...but i'm still veri confused and unstable in tis condition...so i duno wat decision to make...give mi some time to discuss it wif my parents hao ma? i'll let u noe the ans asap...dun wori...Thanx for staying wif mi thru the difficult times...I've learnt how to love someone completely..millions of &lt;strong&gt;thanx n love &lt;/strong&gt;to u &lt;strong&gt;my piggy dearest&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111086517131939735?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111086517131939735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111086517131939735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111086517131939735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111086517131939735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeah-my-new-blog-is-out-le.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111107112643655843</id><published>2005-03-10T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:52:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got project nutz today...it rained kinda heavy...we tyco...got 5th position and even got a trophy...our lecturers did well too...got 1st and 3rd...yawnz...tired...at piggy hse...asking his bro to help mi wif tml PSP2 walk thru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home...2 piggy kinda got some problem...tis stupid piggy here...canot take it when piggy dear ignored her for a while...though she noe that piggy dear was juz kidding wif her but she's so sensitive that she cant take it...walk aimlessly but was stopped by piggy dear...finally break down in tears...but she noes that piggy dear loves her dearly in the heart...Piglet Loves Piggy dearly too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111107112643655843?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111107112643655843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111107112643655843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111107112643655843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111107112643655843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/got-project-nutz-today.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-111042710449341149</id><published>2005-03-10T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T12:00:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ARGHHHH!!!! I'm going crazy le!!!WHAT THE FUCK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; PSP2 simply screw mi out!!! Feel like switching my course...i reali wana get out of tis sucky IT course...it's messing up my LIFE completely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml is the stupid walk through alreadi...and i'm still like 1/4 thru wif the project onli...and i dun even understand wat the &lt;strong&gt;FUCK &lt;/strong&gt;it is...walk wat walk la...always walk through walk through...cant the sch haf some better ideas...Get out of my Life!!! &lt;strong&gt;STupid ProGrammIng!!! FuCK OFF!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-111042710449341149?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111042710449341149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=111042710449341149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111042710449341149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/111042710449341149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/arghhhh-im-going-crazy-lewhat-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110951434718782885</id><published>2005-02-27T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:25:47.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arlow to everyone~ pai seh ah...so long nv blog le...well...now i'll update u guys on my thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/2--&gt; i went over piggy hse to eat the valentine cake that we had from the candle light dinner on mon...kinda nice...strawberry de...heh heh...piggy kinda like it too...we finish 3/4 of it...2 greedy pigs...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/2--&gt; our 9th mth...piggy and i went to zoo...was his family day thingy again...not too bad...had a wonderful day at the zoo though the weather was horrible...too humid...watched monkeys performed..den 2 piggy went in search of pigs..haha...found quite a few black pigs in the children world..haha...after that went to his hse...slept a while den join his auntie and ah ma for mahjong game...lolx...after that i went home for dinner cos my mama invited all my uncles and auntie over for dinner...while piggy went to his friends hse for mahjong session again...he left mi to walk home halfway cos he was late...well...i wasnt too happy wif him but luckily he called mi...he "accompanied" mi till i was back home...so i was coaxed by him...lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/2--&gt; was rushing my EVP project wif zheng long till 1 plus in the morning...piggy was aso on the phone wif mi...helping mi thru...thanx so much my dear piggy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/2--&gt; piggy was more anxious den mi over my project...called mi quite a few times to ensure that my project was okie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/2--&gt; had my OP...i wasnt quite satifised wif my performance...sad...well...can onli self comfort myself lor...luckily met up wif piggy that nite so my mood wasnt that bad...we went paragon ding tai feng for dinner...cos my mama was there wif her client...juz nice i know that client of hers...so we had a nice dinner...not forgetting...piggy gave mi a heart-shaped necklace...saying that it was a gift for mi for the coming eastern valentine day...haha...of cos...i was happy and much contented...after dinner, we left 1st to go walk walk...den we took a bus home...bus was crowded so we stand all the way from somerset to B.P...tired piggy legs...haha...but i enjoyed myself that nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/2--&gt; i met up wif piggy on tis nite cos he wana make sure that i wun haf problems wif my EVP coding...caused him to miss his revision class...but he was aso too tired to attend the class...poor piggy...but hopefully he do well for his coming exam...I'll be praying hard for u my dear piggy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/2--&gt; piggy stayed in camp that nite cos he aso working the next day...he say he will call mi the next day once he finish work...that day i missed piggy so badly that i cant wait to see him soon...and i did badly for my evp demo too...bound to fail le ba...piggy comforted mi but i was still disappointed... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/2--&gt; piggy called mi right after he finished his work...i was at my grand aunt hse...her hse was so nicely done up...my ideal home concept...heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/2--&gt; went my aunt hse wif piggy..my little cousin 1st bd...den went for prayers at loyang den went my other aunt hse..after that went clementi for dinner...wat a full full dinner...piggy say how nice it will be if we were to haf a twins...best if it was a boy n a girl...i told him it will be a heavy burden...any way...he muz haf seen his colleague's fatherly love too much le ba...haha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy, thanx for being wif mi all tis while when i was so caught up, busy and frastrated wif my work...u were there to hold mi when i couldnt hang on anymore...thanx for every minute of your love, care and thoughtfulness...I love you more each day...i'm willing to go through all difficult stages wif u no matter wat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110951434718782885?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110951434718782885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110951434718782885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110951434718782885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110951434718782885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/02/arlow-to-everyone-pai-seh-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110843796731885796</id><published>2005-02-15T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T11:26:07.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Valentine Day...Well...it was my best Valentine Day...the day before, piggy called mi, telling mi that he got a assignment to rush the next day so might be working till quite late...i was kinda disappointed at that time...but i noe i've gotta be understanding towards his situation...so i brought my disappointment forward to the next day(14/2)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood was so down when i went to sch...it was down till until he called mi at 12...i was on my way home at that time to take my DOA book...I was so happy when he told mi that we could meet for a dinner tonight...Well...i simply juz cant wait for class to end...tried to get back home asap...We had our 1st candle light dinner that night...at Plaza's Jack's Place...dinner was extremely nice...i ate till i was so full...Yummy...had a sparkling juice,an appetizer which piggy dun reali like, den a lobster soup which was piggy favourite, main course was steak for piggy and salmon fillet for mi, dessert was too creamy which piggy didnt like either, den lastly was a cup of tea for both of us...not forgetting that we had a gift which was a cake and a rose soap...piggy had wanted to cook but there wasnt enough time for him...after that we went down to TS to buy some VCD &amp; DVD...den went back to his hse...he told mi to go to his room to take his pillow out while he load the vcd...i didnt on his room light cos i could his pillow but didnt noe that there was something on the pillow...he had alreadi changed his pillow case to the one which i had bought for him...it all meant to be a surprise for mi...it was so sweet of piggy... =) den we watched Shutter...not that scary...den flipped thru his photo album...haha...so cute of piggy...Piggy spending so much effort in giving mi the best Valentine Day Present and surprise...i juz cant help but to love him more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana say A BIG THANK YOU to my dearest dearest piggy for all his tender love and care, all his great effort in giving mi the best Valentine day...there's so much that i wana say to u...but of all...I wana tell u that I Love U so much that i wun let go of u...you will always be loved by mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, i'm still so happy...waking up to a great morning...wif a big smile on my face...feeling so blessed and loved in the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...i'm starting to plan on our One year anniversary gift...Planning to do a self-made music disc...wif all the nice love song that describe the both of us...right now i'm in search of all the nice love songs...so friends out there...i may need ur help in sending mi some of the nice love songs that u haf...though our 1 year anniversary is 3 months away from now... but i would wana do a good job out of it...haf more time for the preparation work...Thanx in advance to my friends out there 1st...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110843796731885796?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110843796731885796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110843796731885796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110843796731885796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110843796731885796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/02/yesterday-was-valentine-day.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110826888158703860</id><published>2005-02-13T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T12:28:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm STICKY...extremely STicky to piggy tis few days...juz didnt wan him to leave mi...great thing was...we see each other almost everyday tis week....even spend the nite at my hse last night...gave him the valentine present juz now...look like he didnt reali like it...well...probably i didnt spend enough effort in looking for a perfect gift...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will seem so empty without u by my side...I Love U Piggy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110826888158703860?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110826888158703860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110826888158703860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110826888158703860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110826888158703860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-sticky.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110731797609658561</id><published>2005-02-02T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:19:36.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week 9 of sch...Common test week...DIE LIAO!!! PSP2 gone,EVP gone...OS &amp; BIS on the way to gone...haiz...sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ke lian de piggy...got training last night...sleeping in the woods last nite...mosquito gona haf a big feast le...i hope he'll be alright... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to CNY...cant wait for it to come soon...1st CNY with piggy...and 1st Valentine day with piggy...i cant wait...i'm so excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear Piggy...Juz wan u to noe that I'm always with u and that i'll always love u dearly...Loving u more each day...*Muackz* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110731797609658561?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110731797609658561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110731797609658561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110731797609658561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110731797609658561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/02/week-9-of-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110717874614691356</id><published>2005-01-31T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:46:36.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm missing my dearest piggy now...missing him so much...sat i went to haf my hair cut and hair dyed...kinda red..scared piggy...had lunch wif him at 163...den he came over to my hse to haf his credit card thingy fax over to citibank den we went orchard...so long nv go town wif him le...went to some bo liao seminar wif piggy...it's abt some travelling thingy...the person even ask us when we getting married...omg...look at each other for ans...haha...final ans: 7 years...well...it may be long but i'll be waiting...waiting for the day whereby both of us can haf our own home,own family. Den we went to raffles city to check out his new phone...cos he's suppose to get his new O2 pda phone 2 weeks ago but still haven arrived yet...he wanted to scold that sale person but i told him to talk calmly 1st b4 doing any other things(bad piggy)...after that we went robinsons to buy a gift for his colleague's wife cos they juz had a new borned baby girl and his pillow &amp; bloster...helped him to choose cos when guys buy things...haha..u should noe la...piggy is so naughty...still ask mi how many mths liao...forever so cheeky and naughty... so 2 piggy carry big big shopping bags all the way home taking bus...went 163 for dinner den went over to his hse...2 piggy...so cute...that nite he spent the night at my hse again...it feel so nice to be able to see ur beloved piggy 1st thing in the morning...cant wait to haf this kinda chance soon... =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess piggy muz haf been real tired...fall asleep as soon as he lie down...poor piggy...stress and tired from his work...hope tis coming valentine day i can do something special for him...still thinking wat i can do for him...thinking of buying a pillow case for him so that he can think of mi even before he goes to bed...heh heh...if not buy him a couple t-shirt... =P duno wat he will buy for mi...still waiting... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Piggy...jia you for ur work...dun get so stressed up...rem to haf enough rest orh...I Love You...*Muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110717874614691356?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110717874614691356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110717874614691356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110717874614691356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110717874614691356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-missing-my-dearest-piggy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110680716276739599</id><published>2005-01-27T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:26:02.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick le...down wif fever, flu, sore throat, headache...starting to fall sick on fri...xiao zhu spend the nite over at my hse after the mahjong session...haha..1st time play mahjong wif him after i've learnt it...not too bad...still "hu" quite a few time...sat morning when i was still sleeping,xiao zhu still put all my piggy around mi and take pictures of mi sleeping...so naughty...spend almost the whole sat wif xiao zhu...my temperature started to rise when i was at his house...his friend sent mi back den xiao zhu accompanied mi back home to rest...the moment when he hold mi when coming up...i feel so blessed and loved by him...i was kinda drownzy at that time...he sent mi to bed, covered mi in my blanket and watched mi sleep...i didnt wan his friend to wait too long so i asked him to leave 1st...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon morning,that cute piggy was so worried abt my condition that he kept on calling and smsing mi that day...that nite i met him but i was down wif fever again...i muz haf made him so worried abt mi...tis time...i've reali realised how much xiao zhu care and love mi and how important he is to mi...tis few days, he've been calling mi twice a day to make sure i'm ok and to make sure i go to bed early to rest... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came upon something which stated that "he" haf interest in another gal now...think everything has come to an end...a beautiful ending? maybe...hope he will be happy tis time and hope everything goes well for him tis time...I haf alreadi decided to let "him" go...Give him all my blessings... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...From now on,I'm gona delicated my whole life to xiao zhu,never gona leave him,wun even harbour any thoughts of leaving him...cos tis time when i'm ill, I've seen through lots of things...his thoughtfulness,care and concern,warmest love...I've alreadi decided that he's gona be mine forever...gona be wif him no matter wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEAREST PIGGY,I LOVE U...EVERY MOMENT MY HEART BEAT FOR U*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110680716276739599?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110680716276739599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110680716276739599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110680716276739599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110680716276739599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-sick-le.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110623847524804272</id><published>2005-01-21T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:27:55.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder...if xiao zhu is reali true? couples do count the no. of months or year that they have been together...but not for mi and xiao zhu...is tis weird? Haiz...feel like we are drifting apart again...sad.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the movie elektra wif willie,hogan,wei boon,chong yao,shanice and clarence...the movie was kinda lame...didnt understand wat's the whole movie abt...boring...haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110623847524804272?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110623847524804272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110623847524804272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110623847524804272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110623847524804272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110606382564227904</id><published>2005-01-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:57:05.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew!!! Xiao Zhu juz called mi...scared mi...finally can go orh orh liao...do i worry that much?? wat am i thinking? NVM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for piggyland...Peace out~NitEz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110606382564227904?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110606382564227904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110606382564227904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110606382564227904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110606382564227904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/phew-xiao-zhu-juz-called-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110606139710245097</id><published>2005-01-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:16:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haf a veri bad feeling now...something is not veri right...seems like xiao zhu is leaving mi...yesterday he sound so listless while on the phone...horoscope says that this yr will be a bad yr for my love life but veri blooming for xiao zhu...am i thinking too much? xiao zhu haven call mi for today...the feeling is so terrifying...i've alreadi lose 1 piglet le...i dun wana lose tis piggy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110606139710245097?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110606139710245097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110606139710245097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110606139710245097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110606139710245097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-haf-veri-bad-feeling-now.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110567006652913438</id><published>2005-01-14T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:34:26.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm veri tired now...think my mind is at home...slping on my bed...slept at 3 plus tis morning...cos xiao zhu onli go home at tt time...juz nice i aso need to do my BIS project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Np track n field training on mon...it was extremely xiong...1st time doing such xiong training...but i had man zu gan...1st time completed a training wif such high determination...but i'm still quite slow as compare wif the others in there...i would consider joining Np track...but he's no longer ard in there...i worri that my determination wun last that long...are u gona go back there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ke lian de xiao zhu...didnt go home since tue...onli get to slp on his bed last night...yesterday night 10 plus le still haven eat dinner...starving since his tea break...which is onli a teh-o...bet he muz be waiting for the coming public holiday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tis week...i saw him twice...once on tue when i went bukit timah plaza for kfc...second time was thu at canteen 3...think he didnt see mi ba...well...i was still flipping thru our memory book yesterday...i was listening to jiang nan on my fren mp3 on the bus...sterted to recall back all the happy n unhappy moments...suddenly felt that i reali love him more...he was always there for mi when i wasnt feeling that gd in my emotion...but i know tis isnt fair for xiao zhu..i was hoping that i could see him...eventually...i saw him at the canteen during lunchtime...Is tis reali called fate? Things that happen between us...are all those suppose to be a joke? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110567006652913438?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110567006652913438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110567006652913438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110567006652913438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110567006652913438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-veri-tired-now.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110502591841505735</id><published>2005-01-06T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:38:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week 5 of semester 2 coming to an end le...everything is like happening so fast that i duno wat's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday kinda angry wif xiao zhu...that lazy piggy...aiyo...sometimes i reali duno how to say him...accompany him to eat dinner at plaza food court den went arcade wif him n his fren John...that piggy...so engrossed in playing K.O.F until he forget mi liao...i was like standing on the other side...wondering where he is...didnt dare to move ard cos so many guys there...i scare scare...can onli stand at one side...trying to control myself...keep telling myself canot throw temper at him later on if he come over...feel so much like crying at that time...felt so neglected...sad sad...still say i gif him monkey face...i hate ppl calling mi a monkey!!! Arghhh!!! but lucky everything was back to normal again...cos he noe he's aso in the wrong...so cute to see him squat down n pull his ears to apologise...haha...should haf taken down that scene...haha =P&lt;br /&gt;xiao zhu accompany mi till 2.15am in the morning den he went home...ke lian de piggy...still gotta walk home at that time...i was reali tired so i took off my contact lens without cleaning them n i went to bed...so lazy of mi...no wonder xiao zhu always say i'm a veri lazy pig...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aso overheard xiao zhu telling his fren that next week In-camp training will start...that means he's gona get very busy again...and i gona get neglected again...sadist leh...feel so much like spending more time wif him but it look like there's hardly a chance...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;I'm yearning for a thing...something simple but special...been looking ard for a reali nice one...reali wana haf it...&lt;br /&gt;But it's kinda hard to put it across to xiao zhu...worry that he wun share the same thoughts as mi...worry that he might think that i'm trying to tight him down or even think that i'm childish...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Piggyland...Peace Out~NitEz...&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Is Not Becos I Need You...It's Juz That I Need You Cos I Love You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110502591841505735?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110502591841505735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110502591841505735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110502591841505735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110502591841505735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/week-5-of-semester-2-coming-to-end-le.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110480760120353671</id><published>2005-01-04T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:00:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>It's a brand new year...hope i had a good head start...i hope everything are falling into the right place...especially the disaster victims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my new year countdown wif my pri sch fren tis year...wasnt as fun as i expected but the movie we watched was nice...kung fu hustle...thinking of it...i haven been to the theatre wif my dear piggy for quite a long long long time...almost 6 months le ba...sometimes i feel that we are so close but sometimes i feel that we are so wide apart...y? certain things do change in a short while...it feel so scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw him that day...tue n thu ba...so qiao...i was still thinking whether i could get to see him anot...didnt expect i saw him when i was at the atrium...was everything meant to be? is it reali reali over? till now i still canot believe that things haf become tis way...tis haf been a great blow to mi...i need time to calm down...but i'll still be waiting...reading thru the past sms we shared...i felt i was closer to u...i dun haf that much of closeness when i read thru xiao zhu sms...mayb he didnt gif mi a sense of security...or mayb other reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being wif xiao zhu for almost 8 mths le...and i feel that i still noe nothing abt him...wat is tis? feelings are always so near but yet so far...haiz...wat am i thinking? Can i ever haf him n xiao zhu wif mi forever? i dun wana let go of both...cos both of them are reali good to mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110480760120353671?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110480760120353671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110480760120353671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110480760120353671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110480760120353671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110420254556357946</id><published>2004-12-28T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T10:55:45.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tue le...so fast...time reali reali fly...2004 is coming to an end le...Wat haf i acheive? not much i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas day...had a good time at xw hse...had a nice dinner...I aso learnt how to play mahjong le...haha...train hard hard den can fight wif xiao zhu le...lolx...aso received a few more presents...haha...got a frame from mer mer, a notebook from eng xiong aka bear bear, a nice book from zheng long my childhood friend, a pair of forever friends bear from the gift exchange session...loaded wif lots of presents...haha...&lt;br /&gt;But then...i was aso kinda disappointed that day...cos he wasnt there...heard that he've got something on...couldnt pass him the xmas present...sad sad... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday...went breakfast wif xiao zhu...kinda haf a tiff...1st time eh...so scary...kinda hurted when i ignored him...his face black black de...scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110420254556357946?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110420254556357946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110420254556357946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110420254556357946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110420254556357946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/tue-le.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110395583754783855</id><published>2004-12-25T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T14:23:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah!!! It's CHRISTMAS today!!! I'm so excited...receive quite a few presents...got 1 organiser from my qing ai de...got a piggy from my dear xiao zhu...aso got a piggy from wei boon...the same one which xiao zhu bought for mi...so qiao...1st time got 2 same present for the same occasion...den got a xmas card from hogan &amp; kailing...a wallet from my god mama...feel so great for tis year xmas...thanx everyone for ur warmest xmas greetings,blessings and presents!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to Xiangwei's hse later for a xmas gathering...prepared quite a few simple present for some of my fren...hope they will like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I've alreadi made up my mind to skip tis coming week training...cos i dun wana make xiao zhu worri abt my leg injuries...and i dun wan the both of us to end up quarrelling over tis matter...Sorry Xiao Zhu if i've made u wori or angry wif mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get ready for the Xmas Gathering...Peace out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Wishing all of my friends n family haf a blessed n joyous CHRISTMAS DAY!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIngLe BeLL JingLe BeLL...Santa Claus is here...HoHoHo...I Love U All...MuackZ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110395583754783855?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110395583754783855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110395583754783855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110395583754783855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110395583754783855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/yeah-its-christmas-today-im-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110369743077080512</id><published>2004-12-22T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:37:10.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz...I'm in PSP2 lesson now...so boring...having a spinning headache now...and my legs muscles are aching all around...somemore juz now lunch still walk till bukit timah market to eat n walk back again...ARGHH!!! 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I'm so Bored Now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110369743077080512?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110369743077080512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110369743077080512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110369743077080512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110369743077080512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110364247299284402</id><published>2004-12-21T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:21:12.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to my training today...kinda xiong today...realise that i cant sprint as fast as before le...leg aso giving mi some kinda pain...haiz...xiao zhu dun wan mi to go back for training so soon...wan mi to rest for a period of time 1st before going back for training...but i cant...competition are coming up in abt 2 mths time...I'm sorry xiao zhu...canot promise u that i'll stop training for the moment...I'm reali sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week...gona haf more training...mon,tue,fri...mon n fri going to train together wif Np track n field...think it's gona be more xiong den today le...haiz...Somebody save mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was xiao zhu's 23rd birthday...Gave him a big present...he was kinda touched when he 1st saw the present...the present was reali big that i nearly couldnt find a big to contain it...haha...inside the box was a box of chocolate...a hand made card n a bear...and lots of papers in it...haha...hope he like it... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: cant wait for the coming xmas gathering...i cant wait to see u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110364247299284402?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110364247299284402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110364247299284402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110364247299284402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110364247299284402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-to-my-training-today.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110312238967327564</id><published>2004-12-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:53:09.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAT THE HELL!!!! got myself injured during my training today...same case as my arm...cant even walk properly now...dun haf much strength to walk...haiz...still muz climb the stupid over head bridge when i go to sch...WAT THE HELL!!! cant imagine how my day will be like tml when i go sch...gotta stop my training for a while...can strain my leg again...sadist leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish he could be here wif mi...showering mi wif his concern now...haiz...where are u? Elf Piglet...I miss u so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110312238967327564?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110312238967327564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110312238967327564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110312238967327564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110312238967327564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/wat-hell-got-myself-injured-during-my.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110303368951651490</id><published>2004-12-14T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:14:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SAW HIM TODAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I SAW HIM TODAY!!! while talking on the phone wif hogan...i got a feeling to tell mi to look behind...and I SAW HIM!!! walking behind mi...though i onli manage to catch a quick look...it's kinda enough for mi...dun ask for much...is it some kinda fate??? the perfect time n the perfect moment...feel kinda happy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe that i'm looking forward to the coming christmas gathering??? I know somehow u dun feel like seeing mi...when u feel like seeing mi le...juz let mi noe...cos i'm always here waiting for u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110303368951651490?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110303368951651490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110303368951651490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110303368951651490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110303368951651490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-saw-him-today.html' title='I SAW HIM TODAY!!!!'/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110278138662209329</id><published>2004-12-11T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T00:09:46.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st week of sch end le...kinda waste my time in sch...psp2 seems so confusing...EVP is kinda fun...BIS is kinda boring...OS is even worst...DOA is aso no better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Sentosa wif xiao zhu today...it was his camp family day thingy...reached there at abt 9 plus in the morning...by 1pm we had alreadi left there...1st time walk on the beach wif him...1st time go sentosa wif him...see the way he play soccer...haha...haf u ever seen a piggy playing soccer? =P Today...i realise that he's fat alreadi...still laugh at mi...say i fat fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blur blur de xiao zhu left his phone n wallet in his fren's car last night...i thot he was still slping when i called him tis morning...cos he say he would come over to my hse to fetch mi at 8am...den 8.25am le...he still haven come yet...i thot i dun need to go out wif him today le...scared mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110278138662209329?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110278138662209329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110278138662209329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110278138662209329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110278138662209329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/1st-week-of-sch-end-le.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110260346796192221</id><published>2004-12-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:44:27.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another person has left my world...we were once so close...memories will stay wif mi...hope he will be happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110260346796192221?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110260346796192221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110260346796192221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110260346796192221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110260346796192221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-person-has-left-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110260245145179576</id><published>2004-12-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:27:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes...i dun even know wat i'm thinking??? I'm juz like a ku ku!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110260245145179576?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110260245145179576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110260245145179576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110260245145179576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110260245145179576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110251886176725775</id><published>2004-12-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:20:51.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sch starts le...tis time round muz jia you...hope everything will go well for mi tis sem...got a trial for track n field coming up tis fri...veri scare...kinda lose all confident in this field le...furthermore...my old injury are giving mi some problems...that time when i signed up for tis competition...had wanted to share it wif him de...but haven got a chance...now...even no chance le...i was hoping that he could be there...to gif mi back my confident...tis friday...5pm...at the sch track...will u be there???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110251886176725775?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110251886176725775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110251886176725775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110251886176725775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110251886176725775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/sch-starts-le.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110196437061658536</id><published>2004-12-02T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T22:45:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...wat can i still say now??? Think the week had a bad start ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon(29/11)--&gt;hmm...i woke up at ard 10am...meeting hogan n boon at 12.30pm...but i onli went out 12.30pm...but i wasnt the latest to arrive...so not that bad...went lot 1 foodcourt for a lunch...after that went k box...stayed in there till 7pm...den had kfc for dinner...yummy...haha...den we sat outside mac and talk some crap...after that we went home...by the time i reached home...it was almost 10pm...well...i looked forward to the gathering next day...cos i can get to see him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue(30/11)--&gt;got up at ard 10am again...got myself prepared for the day's gathering...met mer mer 1st den met zl n ex at jurong east mrt...and i duno which idiot suggested to take bus 143 from jurong east to orchard...the journey was damn long lor...i'm so glad that i went for tis gathering...at least i noe wat's reali going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun reali wana say much le...i'm so down now...Love itself is rather complicated...kinda miss him so much ever since the gathering...but we are like drifting apart...tried explaining things to him...hope he can reali understand it...i noe i've hurt him so much...i'm reali deeply sorrie for it...but i'm nv gona gif u up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110196437061658536?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110196437061658536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110196437061658536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110196437061658536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110196437061658536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110165684943567512</id><published>2004-11-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:47:29.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of the week le...had a wonderful weekend tis week...my 1st sunday in singapore in nov...i can say tis weekend has reali brought xiao zhu n mi so much closer...and let mi noe how much he meant to mi n how much i meant to him as well...and how much he reali reali loves mi...we had reali reali missed each other so much while i was away...i'm so touched by each n every thing that he had done for mi...his cute-ness...which i simply juz cant resist loving him much more than ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri nite(26/11/04)--&gt; receive xiao zhu call onli at 7.05pm...xiao zhu had msg mi earlier that morning to ask mi if i was feeling better...but i didnt receive so i nv reply...11 plus...he msg mi again...he thot i was still slping...so he msg mi lazy lazy...again...i nv reply cos i nv receive...he tried calling mi on my hp but couldnt reach mi...according to him...he said that my phone was off...make him so worried...Stupid STARHUB!!! SO LOUSY de NETWORK!!! xiao zhu say he will call mi again to confirm the time...8.30pm le...xiao zhu still haven call lor...i was kinda fed up of waiting le...thot i wun be meeting him that nite le...so got kinda angry...went into my room...closed the door...my mood was so so so down...my dad n bro dun even dare come n provoke mi ar...10 min later...xiao zhu finally call mi...told mi to go down...i wasnt even prepared yet...so i told him to gif mi 15 min...*CHIONG AR* i was done wif all my dressing etc in juz 15min...which normally i will take 45min...haha...i was juz so eager to see him...went down...xiao zhu was alreadi at the playground waiting for mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that nite...xiao zhu n i went k box with 2 of his other friends...took a cab there...by the time we reach lot 1..it was alreadi 9.20pm...my qing ai de went jay's concert...i went for a piggy concert...heh heh...got andy lau,jay,william soo etc...though i didnt sing...but i was veri entertained by xiao zhu n his 2 other friends...i was extremely touched by wat xiao zhu did that nite...he sang with emotion and devotion...sang love songs to mi...the best part was when he sang Ronan Keating's When You Say Nothing At All...it was my fav song...and he told mi that he missed mi so much right into my ears...i'm blessed...so blessed wif xiao zhu's piggy love...i reached home at 2 plus almost 3 in the morning...my parents was kinda unhappy but i feel that it was all worth while...had such a sweet nite that i slept till 1 plus in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat--&gt; i laze around the house after i wake up...had a call from xiao zhu at around 2.30pm...met him at foodcourt at around 4pm...after that he came home wif mi...lazy piggy...went to slp again...cos he woke up at 10 plus that morning...slept till 6 plus...my parents n bro went out for dinner and i went to get myself prepared cos i was meeting Hogan n Wei boon for dinner at 8pm...after i finish my bathe...xiao zhu went to haf a bathe too...so i was kinda late in going down to meet them...xiao zhu had wanted to join us for dinner but we were walking to 163...it was kinda far for him cos he need to walk so far to the 190 bus stop...somemore his pig leg is pain...so gotta part wif xiao zhu at the traffic light...i duno if xiao zhu was a little unhappy anot...but i didnt purposely go out wif 2 guys de hor...becos my friend had got something to confide in mi n the other guy ma...sorry if i made u upset...and the worst thing was...when i got home n my bro was preparing to go to bed...my bro found a key on his bed...and it was xiao zhu's hse key...OH MY GOD!!! make mi so worried...called him but he didnt ans...thot it muz haf been too noisy over at his side cos he had went clubbing wif his friends...but lucky he sms mi to find out wat was going on...careless de xiao zhu...lucky the key was found at my hse...if not duno wat will happen to him ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun--&gt; woke up at 10 plus almost 11...had to go grandma's hse for lunch...thot wun be meeting xiao zhu today cos we didnt haf breakfast together ma...but he called mi at ard 11.40am...told mi to go to his aunt's place wif him...but i had to go my grandma place...in the end...i had abit of lunch over there...after finishing my lunch...i called xiao zhu to tell him i'm done...i waited at the bus stop cos he's coming to pick mi up...eat again at his aunt's place...and heard quite alot of his childhood stories from his sister...xiao zhu was so naughty when he was young...haha...can see de la...now aso so naughty de...haha =P after that went to his grandma's place n had dinner there...ard 8 plus...xiao zhu sent mi home le...lazy piggy...wana slp again...alreadi slept at his grandma's place that afternoon le...still wana slp...he went home n came online...reminded mi to take my medication...but i sa jiao... =P dun wana eat...he got no choice but to think of ways to make mi take my medication...in the end promised him to take later...in case he bully mi again...haha...tis is when he said that he onli treat mi with dignity and respect...no bully one wor...not only tt.......he asked mi if i like it when he sang love song to mi that night? of cos...i was deeply touched by each words...he aso said that it was sang wif emotion and devotion...i noe that..i could feel all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao zhu...tis weekend has reali brought us together closer than ever...which make mi realise how much i reali reali love u...u're so important to mi...i dun ever wana let u go..no matter wat...i'm gona stick wif u...not gona leave u...u're gona be the one n onli in my heart...xiao zhu...I Love You wif all my heart...so deeply n truely...muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110165684943567512?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110165684943567512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110165684943567512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110165684943567512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110165684943567512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/end-of-week-le.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110146164305863973</id><published>2004-11-26T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:34:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week coming to another end...sch starting soon...and the new timetable sux!!! ending late almost everyday...that means lesser time for xiao zhu le...sob sob...called xiao zhu yesterday night at around 10 plus almost 11...he's still in camp...not going home that night...talk kinda long on the phone...and tis time round i managed to tell him how i reali feel...i reali miss him so much...and he say probably meet him tonight,tml or sun...the worst thing is that..xiao zhu is sick...xin tong ar...down with fever,flu,sore throat,headache,cough...so sick but he still went to work...how come like tis de? sick still go to work...no wonder yesterday i was feeling kinda uneasy...keep on having a feeling that something wasnt quite right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao zhu ar...muz take care hor...hurt mi to noe that u are sick...hopefully can see u tonight cos i reali reali miss u so so so much...and most importantly...muz get well soon...*muackz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110146164305863973?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110146164305863973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110146164305863973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110146164305863973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110146164305863973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/week-coming-to-another-end.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110131081307151803</id><published>2004-11-24T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:40:13.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz had a talk wif him...everything seems so simple...causal...juz like when we 1st started out...things haf reali changed le ba...Am I surpose to watch it go? or am i suppose to stay put here n wait? Things seems to be normal for him le...the feelings inside mi is so empty...wat am i surpose to do? I could still clearly remember the last time when we went for dinner...a simple dinner but it tasted so nice...the walk to the bus stop...it was reali a walk to remember...the journey back home was even better...the coldness of the air con was surrounded by his warmth...time seems so short on that nite...roads became shorter too...Nothing can describe the feelings inside mi now...nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110131081307151803?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110131081307151803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110131081307151803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110131081307151803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110131081307151803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/juz-had-talk-wif-him.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110130806045704720</id><published>2004-11-24T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:54:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The one u love most may not be with u foreva...its the same as....u may not be the one he love most even if he is together with u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the one u love the most loving someone else is the hardest fact to accept...especially when the gal is someone who u haf always treated as a fren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurted...hundreds of times...over n over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the one n onli piglet that i've been waiting for? Is he gona come back? Is he still waiting? Or has he left for another gal? I've no says in it anymore...He once says that he loses confident as he waits...now...we are apart for so long le...i think he has alreadi clear forgotten abt mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...i reali wish i had not say all those things to him...i know how much it hurt him but it hurt mi as much too...I miss him so much...but who can i tell it to? Can onli bottom up more of these missing feelings days by days...and it becomes more hurting each days...are u coming back into my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110130806045704720?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110130806045704720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110130806045704720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110130806045704720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110130806045704720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-u-love-most-may-not-be-with-u.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110130524677968703</id><published>2004-11-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:07:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from Penang le...juz got back tis morning...the trip was fun...i like my relative hse...so nice...reali luxury...like a palace...the few days there...my life was like a princess...a life that i've always wanted to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now...xiao zhu still haven call mi yet...last heard from him on last fri...before i left for Penang...had wanted to tell him that i missed him so much and i will miss him while i'm away...but i didnt dare to say again...dumb mi...the words are alreadi coming out of my mouth le...yet i still didnt dare to say it out...stupid stupid mi....dumb dumb mi...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao zhu...where are u? I reali reali miss u so much...juz cant wait to see u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110130524677968703?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110130524677968703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110130524677968703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110130524677968703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110130524677968703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-back-from-penang-le.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110083559080756651</id><published>2004-11-19T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:39:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leaving for penang tonight...juz dun wish to go...didnt haf a good night slp last night...had a horrible nightmare...dreamt that xiao zhu left mi for another gal...is tis gona come true in reality??? I'm reali scared...i lose elf piglet le...dun wish to lose another person that i love...xiao zhu...u are reali important to mi...i dun ever wana lose u...hopefully i can see u tonight before i leave for penang...i miss u so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110083559080756651?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110083559080756651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110083559080756651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110083559080756651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110083559080756651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/leaving-for-penang-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-110079451856952551</id><published>2004-11-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T00:15:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally back from Shanghai on Mon midnight...reach home ard 2 plus in the morning...had a bathe n watched The Notebook...slept at ard 5am...it was a touching love story...worth watching it...woke up around noon...went grandma place for lunch...came home n watch dvd again...tis time was Cinderella Story...another touching story...not forgetting that i called xiao zhu to tell him that i'm back...told him that i miss him so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tue--&gt;i was supposed to study for my coming a math exam on thu...but i kinda lack motivation to do so...i was online the whole day...feeling kinda restless...xiao zhu call mi ard 6 plus that day...before he went for class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed--&gt;last day to revise for my exam...had my breakfast...had wanted to study but i went online...xiao zhu was online too...wondered y he was so free that morning...in fact...he wasnt working that day...ask mi over to his hse...on the way bought lunch for him n some stuff which i haf bought from Shanghai...arrived at his doorstep...pressed the doorbell...but no one answered...call him on his hp but no one answered aso...thinking that he might be slping...that piggy!!! went to his void deck...waited a while n saw his mum...lucky i saw his mum...if not i duno how long i haf to wait...haha...that piggy!!! reali slping...slping so soundly...reali a lazy pig..haha...spent the afternoon at his hse...Xiao Zhu...reali a lazy...violent...cheeky piggy...but...he's cute!!!...he's kinda hyperactive on tis day too...juz cant resist loving him more...ard 5 plus...xiao zhu meeting his fren to go back to camp for some thingy...had his fren to sent mi home 1st b4 going back to camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thu--&gt;had my last o level paper...kana killed instantly by the paper...think i gona get a U grade for tis a math paper...after paper...met qing ai de n my bro for breakfast...went orchard to meet alan n hogan...went pizza hut for lunch...den sat outside far east plaza...after that...went to alan's workplace...en lounge...quite a nice place...a nice environment...Haiz...xiao zhu nv call mi today...so sad...so disappointed...going off to penang tml nite...den he still like tis...haiz...xiao zhu...i reali miss u lots lots...cant wait to see u...how i wish i could see u everyday...how nice that would be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-110079451856952551?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110079451856952551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=110079451856952551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110079451856952551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/110079451856952551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/finally-back-from-shanghai-on-mon.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-109962955433850184</id><published>2004-11-05T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:39:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week coming to an end again...finished my eng n a math paper 1...3 down...last one to go...leaving for Shanghai tml morning...early morning...haven seen xiao zhu tis week...wondering if he will come over tonight...if not we wun be seeing each other for more than 2 weeks or even more...I dun even haf any mood to go Shanghai though i was the one who had wanted to go...dun even haf the exciting feeling...probably haf too many things that are hindering around mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday...i'll be waiting...waiting for elf piglet's message to be in my inbox again...might be a long wait or a nv ending wait...Juz feel so hurt whenever i thot of him...it's reali sad to lose such a great friend...wondering when will be the next time that we will talk again...will there be such a time? I hope there is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue--&gt; stayed home the whole day cos next day got O level eng exam...xiao zhu called mi that night...told mi to haf an early rest so i went to bed after i finished writing out my notes for the next day exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed--&gt; the paper was quite alright...hopefully i can pass the paper tis time...after the exam...went lot 1 wif qing ai de...had a heavy but nice lunch...Pizza...Yummy...saw zengyuan aso...still the same as before ba...no change in him...xiao zhu didnt call mi that night...kinda disappointed...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu--&gt; stayed home whole day again...revised my a math till i almost went crazy...felt abit of suffocated when i was going to bed...thot something's gona happen to mi again...prayed hard that i'll be fine...dun wana land up in hospital again...again...xiao zhu nv call mi...wondered wat's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-109962955433850184?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109962955433850184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=109962955433850184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/109962955433850184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/109962955433850184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/week-coming-to-end-again.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-109937944462630592</id><published>2004-11-02T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T15:10:44.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tis week is like passing so fast...it's alreadi tue today...tml...i'll be having my 1st O level exam...Eng...lots of fear in it...fri...will be my death day...a maths...arghhhh!!!! Kinda haf no mood to study...something hard kinda hit mi...i'm hurt again...thot i'll nv be hurted by anyone again...but who noes...i've been hurted by the most impossible person...Elf piglet...6 months and 29 days...everything is over...Nv gona haf that kinda blissful life wif elf piglet again le...thot it will be a happy ending between us...didnt expect tis kinda fatal ending...Is it reali that easy to let go of someone whom u love? I dun understand tis...Beautiful memories...all stopping here le...mayb letting go is a better choice for best of us...if elf piglet will be happier tis way...i dun mind letting go..i dun mind having to go thru all the pain n heartbreaking moments...mayb we are not meant to be...if we are not meant to be...y let love grow between us and crash it in the end? Love is so cruel sometimes...Things can change so much over a short period of time...Life...LOve...wat are all tis? well...i'm trying hard to get on wif life...it's not easy...cos losing a friend...one close friend is such a bad hit to mi...but i'll nv stop trying...to get back tis such a good friend of mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to Sum up my things for last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu--&gt; Xiao zhu came over in the evening to fax some credit card thingy...that lazy pig...slept right after dinner...well...he's not lazy la...understand that he's juz tired...but i juz love calling him a lazy pig...haha...slept so soundly till 10 plus...watch for love or money together...xiao zhu onli left at midnight...if onli he dun haf to go home...that will be nice...heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri--&gt;while revising my work...xiao zhu called around 5 plus...grumble that he cant go home that night cos next day gotta report early for work...ke lian de xiao zhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat--&gt;slept till noon time...i'm a pig ma...cant blame mi for slping till so late...xiao zhu call around 5 plus...he onli finish work at 4 plus 5 plus...grumble again...cos half of his sat gone...so cute whenever he grumble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun--&gt;went breakfast wif xiao zhu,mom and bro at jurong east...had tim sum that morning...after that came home...xiao zhu right away went to slp again...heh heh...lazy pig... =p tempt mi to slp too...haha...so 2 pigs went to bed...felt so blessed at that moment...able to haf him by my side when i wake up... =) dragged him to my grandma hse for lunch again...dun wan him to starve ma...and that day was aso the last tuition lesson for my a math...hopefullly it will be the last tuition lesson of my life...hate tuition!!! Love Xiao zhu...heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon--&gt;Revising my a math...Boring...xiao zhu didnt call cos he's out for field  camp again...everytime it rains when xiao zhu go for field camp...poor xiao zhu...hope he's not drenched...hope he will be alright...miss him so much...Hug Hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-109937944462630592?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109937944462630592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=109937944462630592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/109937944462630592'/><link rel='self' 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smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I can hear people talking out loud&lt;br /&gt;But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd &lt;br /&gt;Try as they may, they could never define&lt;br /&gt;Whats being said between your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me where ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-109903217199776710?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109903217199776710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=109903217199776710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/109903217199776710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/109903217199776710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-amazing-how-you-can-speak-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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-7776750.post-109894560395561680</id><published>2004-10-28T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T14:40:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week coming to an end le...so boring...O level exam starting next wed...den flying off to shanghai on sat morning...though it's a holiday trip...but i dun feel like leaving...have to leave xiao zhu here...so sad...canot see him for at least 9 days...den when i'm back for my last paper on the 18th...the next day i leaving again...haiz...Hope things will be alright for us when i'm not around...dun wish to see any changes between us when i'm not around...reali so scare of losing someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri--&gt; juz a normal day for mi...xiao zhu called mi quite early that day...around 1 plus...say he will call mi later in the evening...but he didnt...he's always like tis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat--&gt; went to change my passport pic...thot would go out wif xiao zhu on that day...had gastric uncomfort on that day too...so had fish porridge for dinner that nite...midnight...xiao zhu called...finally...after a long long wait...he finally called...i almost went crazy while waiting for his call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun--&gt; woke up early to go breakfast wif xiao zhu, mom and bro...went pasir panjang for roti prata...suppose to go haf dim sum wif xiao zhu family but his mum cant make up her mind where to go n eat...after breakfast...we went clementi to get some you tiao cos mom cooking bak ku teh that night...after that we went home...lazy xiao zhu...so fast slp le after he reach my hse...heh heh...so tempted by him to slp so i went to slp too...after waking up...send xiao zhu home den went grandma hse for lunch...den as usual...tuition again...second last lesson le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon--&gt;had wanted to stay home to study but was dragged out by my classmates for a drink so went for a while...wasted one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tue--&gt; had wanted to study again...but xiao zhu called mi around noon saying that he finish work le...and will be reaching home in 40 min...so he ask mi to go over...halfway to xiao zhu hse...started to drizzle...den when reaching...it start to get heavier...so gotta walk faster if not later by the time i reach...alreadi become wet wet de chicken le...haha...watch dvd but halfway thru...xiao zhu doze off le...so cute de...doze off so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed--&gt; went shopping wif qing ai de...so tired...went far east to eat den went PS to buy some things from Spotlight den went Ikea to buy my organiser n 2 big big cushion...all the way carry home...so heavy...seems like tai tai shopping but wif no driver...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thu--&gt; that's today...hands so pain today...haf to revise my work later...cant wait to see xiao zhu...hope to see Xiao zhu as often before i fly to Shanghai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Elf piglet...I reali duno how long we still haf to cool down...I onli noe that we are reali drifting apart...how long is tis gona be? I'm reali going crazy...Juz wana go back to wat we used to be...nothing else...dun ask for much anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776750-109894560395561680?l=pigletworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109894560395561680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776750&amp;postID=109894560395561680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/109894560395561680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776750/posts/default/109894560395561680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-week-coming-to-end-le.html' title=''/><author><name>angel piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03928876561910457591</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>
