<?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-16836481</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:26:25.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . In my LiTTle LiTTle Own WoRlD . . .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16836481.post-113422353345286557</id><published>2005-12-10T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:05:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmmm. Saturday. What am I doing here? Everyone is out enjoying the night and as for me, I’m right in front of my computer now. Why is it so? Hey, my friends do ask me out but I rejected them because I wanted to get my things done this weekend else I hardly will have much time. I’m doing my laundry now. Digging out my jackets and having them all wash. At the same time, I just had my Nike shoes soak in washing powder. This is not what I had planned earlier on. I wanted to wash my shoes last weekend but ended up forgetting it. Sigh~ Hopefully, it will dry on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has been nagging at me this entire week. She has constantly been asking me when am I going to pack my things and I kept replying “soon.” Guess she is more excited than me. Next week, will really have to start packing my stuff otherwise I might miss certain things out if I were to do it at the eleventh hour. Tomorrow, will get all my clothing iron and also to clear some of my personal stuff. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Eeyore, xiaoMuz and I went to Cineleisure for lunch. We went there for a purpose – to turn “Chicken Little” figurine. To my dismay, the machine located at the basement was not functioning and the machine located at 4th storey out of stock. After which, we made our way to The Heeren hoping to try our luck there but it turned out it was out of stock. Sob sob~ I wanted to get the figurine so badly. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I was the gooseberry as I met up with Hui and her boyfriend. Hmmm. It wasn’t weird because the 3 of us used to go out together. Heehee. Hui gave me a My Melody handphone figurine which she turned from a machine. When she told me that she wanted to try to get other figurines, I asked her if she’s interested to go to Suntec where they had many machines other there. At the same time, I can also get my “Chicken Little”. Again, it’s another disappointment. The store did not have the “Chicken Little” machine. Sob sob. I ended up turning for My melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a “Precious Moment” calendar from Marina Square. It is of a heart shaped and the pictures captured my heart. Hui also bought the same one as me but at a cheaper price. Wahahah. There was a midnight shopping madness at Raffles City Shopping Centre. Almost every shop have discount. It was the first time that the three of us has go to a shopping mall which opened till 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that it was a great idea as it gives the working people more time to do their shopping. Instead of having the extended hours during festive season, they should also consider to implement it on Fridays and Saturday’s non-festive season. This is because the working people hardly have the time to shop and if it is Friday, after they knock off at 6pm, they hardly have 3 hours to shop (including their dinner time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I went Jurong Point to get my dinner. At the same time, I shop around. I wanted to get a bottle. I saw one bottle with addition of heart-shaped stickers pasted on it and it costs $6.90. I took the bottle to the counter and as I wanted to pay for it, I saw the lady just pack it into a plastic bag. I stared at her and then asked her whether a box is provided. She replied saying that they don’t provide box for the bottles and suggested that I can use papers to wrap it. Of course I was stunned by her reply. One look at the bottle, one will know that it is a gift. And even if she wanted me to use papers to wrap and give it as a gift, it is quite risky as the bottle is fragile. What I don’t like it was she should at least use newspapers to wrap the bottle before putting it into the plastic bag as what NTUC did if you purchase any fragile items. I asked her if there are any boxes, she bent down and continued talking to her friends before standing up and replied that they really didn’t have any boxes. I was starting to be piss off and also don’t like her attitude. I ended up telling her that I will consider to get the bottle despite she had entered the item into the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113422353345286557?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113422353345286557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113422353345286557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113422353345286557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113422353345286557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113379375896184683</id><published>2005-12-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:42:40.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosh! It’s been a week since I’ve last update my blog. My apology and my computer was giving me so many problems and has yet to solve it. Sob sob! Will reformat it as soon as possible and hope it doesn’t cause me so many problems again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire last week, I spent my time very wisely doing my things. Hmm. It should be a secret and will only be revealing when the time arrives. I’m still working on it and have yet to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me! I’ve been spending many sleepless nights to rush against my time thus on Friday, my body finally gave a warning. I had overslept. Why is it so? I managed to reach the office at around 8.50am but was really down on luck. The moment I was about to sit at my desk, a colleague of mine saw me and gave me a face. I wondered if he had told boss or anyone about it. Well, Eeyore comforted me. She mentioned that reaching early doesn’t mean able to produce efficient work. Sob sob. What an unlucky Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning back to the earlier discussion on the things I’m working at, hopefully, the entire work will complete by this weekend. Bless me that whoever receiving it will like it. It took me so much effort and time to get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tomorrow my colleagues will be holding a drawing lots session for the Christmas Exchange. Pray hard I get someone whom is easy to get present for and not crack my brain on what to get. Heehee. Like I mentioned, I’m too busy so trying to set aside Friday or this weekends to get the present. Really thank the Co-organizer, Eeyore for the hard work and effort put in to make this occasion a joyful one. Though I can’t join you people but do remember to take more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I’m so sorry for not able to spend sufficient time. There are so many things that will be taking place in this December. I will probably catch up with you near end of December or early January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are planning to date me out, please do so next year. My schedule is fully booked till the end of the year even for 31st December; I’ll be spending time with Ritz gang as it is a yearly event. Don’t ask me to put plane because I’m the organizer for it. I’m so sorry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-113379375896184683?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113379375896184683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113379375896184683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113379375896184683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113379375896184683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/12/gosh-its-been-week-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113318644298574656</id><published>2005-11-28T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:00:45.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Early in the morning, Boss asked me to see him. In the meeting room, he discussed several things mostly regarding about my attitude, character, goals and achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was asked about my goals and achievements in another 3-5years, I couldn't answer him immediately. It was quite a mess up in my plans for this moment of time. There are too many things that I wanted to achieve but it seems so impossible for me to handle everything at one go. For instance, by next July, I must get my driving license before my advance theory expires. After that, will have to enrol to the University - UniSIM which I am aiming for the degree (Honors) in Information Technology and Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the degree that I am pursuing, what do I want to work as in future? I really don't know. If I were to continue my IT line, then I will like to work as an IT programmer because of the challenges but on the other hand, it will be stressful and the chances of getting promoted will not be as high as other occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to move into business related, I would prefer marketing or event organizer. Again, both are of irregular house and might require me to fly as often. Perhaps I still prefer not working desk-bounded otherwise it will be hard for me to pass time. I like moving from places to places although it is tiring. Maybe will give a try for the next few years before settling down to work at a desk-bounded job. Sigh~ It is still a long way to think. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think this should be my plans for the next 3 years. Should I get a car too? Hmm. That will depend whether I am able to afford the monthly installment for the car. It is so expensive to own one in Singapore. Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss commented that my greatest weakness is during the interview session. I couldn't express myself well and doesn't talk much during the interview except keep smiling. He just felt that there is something in me which I don’t dare to express out. Count me lucky that he employ me otherwise I might be still hanging in the air for now. He also encourages me to work on this else in future it will be hard for bosses to employ me at first impression. Think I need to start doing more research on how to express and be more relax during interview. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Rabbit helped me to investigate on why my PC couldn't display the wallpaper upon logging off whereas Doraemon's PC could. After some figuring, I noticed that only bitmap format wallpaper is able to be displayed after logging off the PC. With that, we worked towards it and convert the wallpaper to bitmap format and it works perfectly. Yippee! Now, my PC is able to display my wallpaper be it logging it off or not. =D But, it still puzzles me why only bitmap format is able to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113318644298574656?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113318644298574656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113318644298574656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113318644298574656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113318644298574656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/early-in-morning-boss-asked-me-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113309580972949976</id><published>2005-11-27T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:50:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yawn~ My whole body is aching. I am feeling so tired and have yet to recover from my sickness. My voice is still as deep as ever and it made me feels as if I am still undergoing puberty like a male having his voice break down. Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to SITEC, a computer fair which was held at Expo. It took me about 45 minutes to travel down. Why can’t it be held at Suntec Convention Centre like the other time COMEX was held? The location is more centralize and more convenient to travel down. It was a disappointing sight upon arriving at the exhibition hall. The design and concept of the exhibition is the same as COMEX except they had added in the ‘Electronics’ section. The offers are also the same. Despite of all these, the exhibition was still crowded. People are everywhere and at times we had to squeeze through booth to booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to get a screen protector for my digital camera. Yippee! Now, my camera is well protected. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent less than ½ hour to draw a rabbit. Well, it was surprising as if I were to draw a perfect art piece; I will usually take more than 45 minutes and there will also be lots of line on the drawing. But, the one I drew earlier on was near to perfect without many linings. It makes me feels so satisfy. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before drawing, I watched “Windstruck” movie. It was a Korean and romantic movie. It was so touching though the lead actor was accidentally killed by an undercover cop who fled from the scene. At the same time, the lead actress, who was his girlfriend and a police officer, thought that it was her who fired at him. Feeling distraught and lonely, she tried to commit suicide several times but yet to succeed. Will you end your life if you any of your loved ones leave you suddenly? In reality, it does happen. As one is undergoing such a tragedy, friends and relatives do plays an important role. They need to show care and concern towards him/her and continuously encouraging him/her to carry on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this movie, I realized that the Koreans also believed that during the 49th day of the person’s death, his/her soul will entirely leave the world. It made me learnt something new today. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113309580972949976?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113309580972949976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113309580972949976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113309580972949976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113309580972949976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/yawn-my-whole-body-is-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113297955384003589</id><published>2005-11-25T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:04:48.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What a boring Friday! Although the weekends have arrived but I don’t really have the mood for it. I’m still sick and worst, my voice changes due to the flu and sore throat. Bad Doraemon was laughing at me early in the morning when she heard my voice. Hmm~ I am also limited to consume food and activities. What a awful week for me! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is around the corner and everyone is looking forward to it. During tea break, Tigger suggested that we should start having a meeting to draw lots on whose gift one should get for during the gift exchange and at the time to set the budget for the gift. One of my colleagues will also be acting as a Santa Clause and will be moving from desk to desk to distribute sweets. It seems so fun but I will be missing it. Sob sob~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were engrossed in our discussion, Astro Boy suddenly dropped us a question on why are we so excited about it. Well, we replied that it was a gathering for everyone and exchanging presents spice up the fun. With this reply, he added that everyday can also be a gathering for us and why must it be Christmas that we can find the fun in it? This roused a debate among us. Perhaps of the different generation or the generation gap that made us view things at different angel. Hrmp~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the Christmas discussion. I picked up a $5 note this evening. Heehee. Actually, it was Xiao Bing who first saw the note lying near the cinema ticket box. He pointed at it and asked me to pick it up. Instantly, I replied him that he must be joking because he loves to tick me. But after staring at it for quite some time, I turned and told him that it was a real note. Since Xiao Bing was queuing up to pay for his bills, he urged me to pick it up. Yeah! I am $5 richer now but will be spending it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Bing has always been so lucky. He always picks up money unlike me. Remembered the most expensive thing that we picked up together was a handphone which was lying among the grass. One will not notice it unless he/she really observe the grass while walking. However, on that very same day, he also dropped his phone on the bus while on his way home during the night. It was really not worth it because the phone he lost was more expensive than the one we picked up. Luckily his birthday was around the corner, so the Ritz Gang bought him a handphone without having to crack our brains on what to get for him. Heehee~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased to announce that my Canon Ixus 50 camera is officially one week old today. Planning to get a screen protector for the screen otherwise it might have a lot of fingerprints. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113297955384003589?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113297955384003589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113297955384003589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113297955384003589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113297955384003589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-boring-friday-although-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113275252811643927</id><published>2005-11-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:28:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The weather has started to change. It has been either windy or rainy for the past few days. I like such weather but my body can’t accept coldness. Poor me! Yesterday, I had been sneezing from the moment I reached home and now I am sick. Sigh~ I am down with fever, flu and sore throat. Worst! I kept on sneezing. Help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, we had lunch buffet after our division meeting. The meeting almost hypnotized me. By the time the meeting ended, I was so jaded but still have to queue up to get the food. Staring at the food, the drumstick looked delicious but I had to give it a miss because my throat is a killer to me. In the end, I only ate a little bit. Just don’t have the appetite. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During tea break, my colleagues and I were discussing about some latest news. It was about relationship. The most recent case was the Vietnamese girl who was tricked into the marriage but was actually being made use of by this 60+ Chinese man. It was so despicable of him to think of such method just to satisfy his desire. It was so innocent for the 21 year old Vietnamese girl who wanted to break out of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case was about a guy who had a family but yet still keep a mistress. When the mistress who was also married decided to put an end to their relationship, this guy got 2 teenager boys to kill the mistress and to also dig out her eyes. Luckily for that lady, the 2 teenager boys were caught before they could lay a finger on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the world become to? Why love makes one hurt and even makes one do something for it? Why can’t couple just sit down and have a peaceful talk if they want to break off? Is there no other alternative but to harm the other party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were discussing on this issue, poor Tigger who hasn’t been updating herself kept asking why this and that. She was like a little child asking “Why will like that?” Some questions she asked were not even reported in the news and we were dumb struck till Doraemon had to joke with her that she needed to call the reporter. Heehee. At the end of the discussion, we nicknamed Tigger as “Shi wan ge wei shen me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had my dinner. Mum made ABC (Carrots, Potatoes and Corns) soup. Finally, something which I can fill my stomach. Oh it helps me to warm my body too. Yeah! Hopefully, my health will not deteriorate otherwise might have to take medical leave tomorrow and poor Doraemon will have to cover for both Elephant who will be on annual leave and me. Praying hard not to because I can’t leave Doraemon in lurch. Must “jiang yi qi”. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113275252811643927?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113275252811643927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113275252811643927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113275252811643927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113275252811643927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/weather-has-started-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113258151941131547</id><published>2005-11-21T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:58:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am $100 poorer. I went to check my account yesterday and was surprised that the CPF board has deducted my money. Initially, I was furious because I thought it should be on the 21st of every month. Later did I realize that it was the 20th of each month. Boo Hoo Hoo! In all, yesterday I seemed to lost a total of $200 through the CPF deduction and my bills. Wo Shi Qiong Gua Dan Le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I spent the whole 2 hours drawing and coloring the tigger for Tigger’s birthday card. I brought it to work today and let Eeyore and Doreamon view it. Guess what they commented? It was quite beautifully done and it surprised Eeyore as I colored the tigger. Heehee. But to me, the colorings somehow spoilt the artwork as it was tedious adding colors and traces of some faint pencil markings can be seen in a close up view. Later, I will be adding the “Happy Birthday” wordings on it and will also take a picture of my final work so that I can keep it as memories. It is really saddening that each time I draw, I give it away. Sob Sob~ So, if you ever receive any hand made things by me, please do appreciate it. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to work, I hurried went in the train and sat down. At Chinese Garden station, I realized that I was sitting on the front side of my pink skirt. Oh my god! See, my skirt was so loose that it turned 180 degrees without me realizing it. Sob sob. At the point of time, I wanted to stand up and turn my skirt back but I did not want to invite stares at me. So I waited until I was about to alight at Raffles Place station and after doing so, I left the train as quick as a lightning. It was so embarrassing and I wondered how many people on the train noticed it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted in listening Jay Chou’s latest album “November Chopin”. I have been listening to this album almost everyday be it at home or at work. I love all the songs especially ‘Feng’, ‘Ye Qu’, ‘Hei Se Mao Yi’ and ‘Shan Hu Hai’. If you ever think of what to get for me this Christmas, do not hesitate to get me “November Chopin” album although I had the mp3 songs already. I want to collect the album. Quick what are you waiting for? Get me one now. Heehee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113258151941131547?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113258151941131547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113258151941131547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113258151941131547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113258151941131547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-100-poorer.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113243118840722288</id><published>2005-11-20T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T04:13:08.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I woke up much earlier than the other usual weekends. After lazing around and having my breakfast, I switched on my computer and started searching for Tigger’s pictures. There aren’t many Tigger’s pictures and after browsing through the search engine for about 15-20 minutes, finally came across “The Tigger movie” picture. The Tigger picture was huge and its features are outstanding. Sigh! I needed a clear and big picture of Tigger so that I can draw it for my colleague’s birthday card. This special task was being assigned by Eeyore because she said she couldn’t draw Tigger well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 30 minutes to sketch out the Tigger. I have a habit whenever I draw. I like to thicken its outline and detest adding colors to my drawings. Therefore, my drawings are usually in black and white with shading added to it. Partly it is because to me, adding colors to the drawing tends to make the picture worst. If the wrong color scheme is being used, the entire drawing can be thrown away and there goes your effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/1600/tigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now, do let me present you my sketch. Ta da! Okie. I am not a professional artist and this is just phrase 1 of my picture. Hopefully, the final copy which will be drawn onto the actual card itself will be completed by next week or in two weeks time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/200/tigger.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was supposed to meet Xiao Long Bao at 5pm at Orchard Control Station but ended up being late. Sob sob! I’m sorry. Really doesn’t mean it. By the time Gao Ren (Tall Guy), Xiao Long Bao and I met up, we headed straight to Zara to get CK’s present which we had decided on the brown leather belt that we saw on Wednesday. Within 15 minutes, we got everything done and as usual CK will always be the first person to reach the meeting place. Orchard was extremely crowded with people and it was impossible to fasten your pace. Guess I haven’t been to Orchard during the weekends for more than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I received a call from Eeyore and she told me that she bought the same digital camera as me. However, she paid only $599 and was given only a leather casing plus a 512mb memory card. Wah! That was really a great difference from mine and Eeyore was jumping up and down. Upon hearing it, I advised her to go back and clarify with them. It was like being cheated. If I was the one, I will definitely be very furious. In just a day, the difference is so great. Finally, after telling the salesperson, Eeyore managed to get another 256mb memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down Ochard Road, in total I met 5 friends of mine. Wow! It was really such a coincidence. Can you imagine in less than 4 hours only? Heehee. Our last destination is at Centrepoint Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a slice of blue berry cheesecake with a candle for CK which was a wrong choice of cake because CK doesn’t like cheesecake. Same goes for me. I don’t like the taste of any cheesecake. Please spare me from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had brought along my camera and of course we took many pictures. Yup! Many pictures till my entire 256mb memory card was fully utilized. Gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113243118840722288?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113243118840722288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113243118840722288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113243118840722288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113243118840722288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-woke-up-much-earlier-than-other.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113238054888662902</id><published>2005-11-18T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:09:08.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;was raining so heavily in the evening. Initially, I wanted to take the umbrella from the office but after some laziness and discussion with Doreamon, I decided&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to leave it in the office. But I wasn’t drenched because kind soul Doreamon sheltered me while crossing the road which link to the nearest MRT station. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Xiao Bing at city hall control station. Both of us were so hungry that we headed to have our dinner first before proceeding to shopping. At around 6pm plus, everywhere was crowded with people walking around. Even one has to queue up to take the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main objective to go to city hall is to visit Harvey Norman which was located at Millennia Walk to get my digital camera that I had been aiming for. We were greeted by a friendly salesperson. After glancing at the digital cameras available, I decided to get the Canon Ixus 40. However, when I told the salesperson that I wanted to take a look at that model, he said that they never sell Canon Ixus 40 anymore and instead they are selling Ixus 50 which is only $50 difference. Though Canon Ixus 50 costs $649 but it includes 2 pieces of 512mb memory card, 1piece of 256mb memory card and 1 original camera leather case. Xiao bing turned to me and said it was really worth a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some discussion with my sister, I finally got that camera. I liked it so much as it is small, light and most important its quality is good. Yeah! I can snap as many photos as I want now. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Have yet to explore its functions but Xiao bing did meddle with it and briefly explained the functions to me. Hopefully, my little mind did absorb most of the things that he had explained. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spent all my vouchers but at least I did get something which I wanted. =)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/200/ixus50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Canon Ixus 50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/Just_Us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First picutre with my Canon Ixus 50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113238054888662902?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113238054888662902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113238054888662902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113238054888662902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113238054888662902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-was-raining-so-heavily-in-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113215445539591053</id><published>2005-11-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:20:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What a tired Wednesday! I was mentally and physically tired. Sitting at my work place bored me even further. I couldn’t help but kept disturbing Doreamon either by hitting her chair or kept chatting with her. Heehee~ Boss caught us chatting with each other twice and each time he will stand between us and asked us what are we giggling at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left, I told Doreamon that if we kept on chatting, sooner or later Boss might be separating the both of us. Doreamon kept protesting and she still preferred to remain at her current work station. Wahaha~ She loves me so much. She rather that at times I disturb her which brighten her day than in a quiet working environment. Guess I am quite talkative recently and sometimes just being mischievous. Yeah! My philosophy: Stay cheerful always (Don’t worry, Be Happy!). =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we celebrated two colleagues’ birthdays. The durian ice cream cake topped with strawberries which was bought from Phoenix Hotel was simply irresistible. Yummy! Eeyore acted like a conductor to hum the tune of the birthday song before getting us to sing. It was so comical of her and that is her character. After which, she was nominated to cut and distribute the cake. Poor Eeyore! She had no idea how to cut the cake and ended up pulling me into the situation. I left with no choice but to help her. Tigger looked wearily throughout the celebration. Guess that was why Eeyore did not ask her for help. After disturbing the cake, I settled down to enjoy the cake. Doreamon looked at me and gave me her strawberry. See! She loves me a lot. Heehee. Actually, the both of us went to collect the cake together and when I see the cake, I told her that I want to eat the strawberry. Isn’t it so thoughtful of her to remember it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been asking Eeyore a lot of vocabulary. All these words are mainly from “The Straits Times”. Since Eeyore’s English standard is pretty high, therefore whenever I come across some vocabulary, she’s the first person that I want to ask. Doreamon suggested that we should bring a dictionary from home. Good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I met up with Xiao Long Bao to shop for CK’s birthday present. Thinking of what to get for me really makes us crack our brains. He is the most difficult person to get present for. He is so easy-going and simple guy. Xiao Long Bao and I walked around at takashimaya and finally agreed to get him a belt. Hopefully, he will use it and not chuck it in his cupboard which he did to the wallet that we gave him last year. Finally, the last birthday present that we have to get for the Ritz group in year 2005. But, the last gathering for 2005 has not ended. Still have to organize the usual yearly countdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just made a mistake. I called Xiao bing and asked him why he haven’t reach home. He then replied that he is on night shift tonight and how can he be home? Oh my. I totally forgotten about it and earlier on I still mentioned to Xiao Long Bao that at around 8pm plus, Xiao bing should off work soon. Therefore, I called to ask whether we should get the belt for CK. Hai~ My little brain is really on holiday mode today. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113215445539591053?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113215445539591053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113215445539591053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113215445539591053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113215445539591053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-tired-wednesday-i-was-mentally.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113206345873284748</id><published>2005-11-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:14:09.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;These two days, I have been listening to Jay Chou’s latest album. I love listening to the duet song – Shan Hu Hai. I sent this song to my colleagues and they keep on repeating this particular song. I will rate this album 4 bites out of 5. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu vaccination has been swept out almost at every clinic be it private clinics or polyclinics. Why Singaporeans are forever so kiasu? Understood that those going overseas during this holiday are advisable to take the flu vaccination but I don’t get it why those not traveling overseas also go for the jab. Thus, it becomes out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was nagging at me yesterday when I told her that even our family doctor do not have the vaccination already. She said that I always last minute then settle my things which it is not true. I was planning to have the vaccination somewhere end of November. How do I know that such thing will happen? Sigh~ Hopefully, the stock comes in mid of next week. Otherwise, worst comes to worst, I will have to go to the hospital to have the flu vaccination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are always like that. So afraid of little things. Is it because our upbringing or the environment that made us so kiasu? Everything we will queue up. If there is any freebies, that will be worst. Some aunties will even request for more. But sometimes, queuing can be at an advantage. For instance, queuing up in the ladies. It will speed up the waiting time as sometimes someone will hog the cubicle for an extremely long time. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, Doreamon and I leave together. When we were at the door, we met Rabbit who was leaving together with another colleague. I joked with Rabbit that it was the first time that he need not let the girls wait and pressed the lift for him. He laughed and quickly pressed the lift. While we entered the lift, I looked at him and asked him “So your gym things are in your little bag?” He paused and looked at his bag. Then, he exclaimed “Ai ya! Forgot to take my gym bag,” and dashed out of the lift. The remaining three of us were laughing at his reaction. Heehee~ He is so blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on my way home, there was a gay couple sat at the last 2 seats. Initially, I did not notice them until they were making a lot of commotion. Both of them are tickling each other and one of the guy had a high pitch voice and kept yelling “Ah.. Ah” It was so annoying and piercing to the ear. Every passenger was looking at them with a pissed off look. Yet, they still continued making a nuisance. Hai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113206345873284748?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113206345873284748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113206345873284748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113206345873284748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113206345873284748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/these-two-days-i-have-been-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113189957182814998</id><published>2005-11-12T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:35:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last night, before Xiaobing and I watched the midnight movie – Just like heaven, we went to have a drink at Mc Café. While he was ordering the drinks, I sat there stoning until I saw a huge thigh in front of me. I started looking from the thigh, then to the person’s grooming. A lady, who was in her mid 20s, dressed in a long white sleeves shirt with a pair of worn out shorts, had her shorts pulled up quite high. The way of dressing plus her spectacles, made her looked so nerdy. As soon as she entered the café, she seemed to be the centre of attraction. Every pair of eyes was fixed on her and there were giggles all over. Hey, but this nerdy girl do have a boyfriend with her. Sigh~ I wondered how her boyfriend, who was dressed in a polo tee shirt and a pair of jeans, felt at the point of time. Will you accept the other party to dress in such a way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our drink, we made our way to the cinema it was quite surprising that not many people watched this movie yesterday. It was screened in the biggest theater in Jurong Point. We sat in the middle of the last row and for the first time out of so many times that I went to the cinema, there was not a single soul sitting beside us. Only two couples, each at one far end. Heehee! It was so spacious for us to even stretch out of our legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a romantic comedy. The lead actress, Reese Witherspoon, who was a dedicated doctor, met with an accident thus lead her into a coma. She did not realize it until her soul returned back to her apartment. Strangely, the lead actor, Mark Ruffalo, who rented the apartment for the time being, was the only person who could see Reese’s soul. Reese, begged Mark to help her to find her body and bring her out from coma. During this time, Mark gradually fell in love with her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I watched “All about love” with Xiaobing. It sounded as if I was going for a movie marathon this weekend. Heehee. Again, it was another romance movie. Andy Lau, who was a doctor, hardly had time to even dine with his wife, Charlene Choi. One day, he tried to squeeze some time out to have dinner with her but unfortunately, he was asked to attend to a patient at the very last minute. His wife understood and jokingly told him that it was the “108 times tomorrow” that he had promised. With great disappointment, his wife drove home. On her way home, she met with a fatal accident. Her heart was donated. Six years later, Andy met the girl whose heart belonged to his wife. However, the heart started to fail and it saddened Andy. He knew he couldn’t do much to help her but since this lady whose husband resembles like Andy walked out of her life to pursue his career; Andy tried to pretend that he was her husband and spent the remaining last few moments of her life with her. Isn’t it sad and touching? It made me realize that life is short, make use of every opportunity that comes by and try to fulfill every promise made instead of regretting it. Treasure what you have now and not regret it. Live your life to its fullness. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I met up with Carrot. We wanted to get the Clinique moisturizer but it was sold out at both Robinson and Sasa. Sob Sob! At least, I bought a pair of socks and a pair of earrings from mini toons. It has been such a long time since I last bought earrings. Heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had finished doing out shopping, I brought Carrot to the rooftop of the Esplanade. From there, one can view the sea and it was so romantic. It was a hot spot for couples to chill out. Hey hey! Don’t get the wrong idea okie? Carrot and I are just close friends. She is someone whom I can joke, play and confide to. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113189957182814998?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113189957182814998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113189957182814998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113189957182814998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113189957182814998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-night-before-xiaobing-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113171455803540045</id><published>2005-11-11T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:09:18.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I’m quite high spirited today. Why? I didn’t have an answer to it. Heehee. Recently, I’ve been reading the straits times and found myself so updated with the news. Partly, I can also spend my lunch time reading it since I’ve been lunching in lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally visited the dentist after work to get rid of that irritating plaque and quite worried my teeth will decay. I was rather nervous when I entered the room. There stood the dentist who was smiling as soon as I entered the room. The first question he asked was “What is your purpose of visit?” I looked at him and blurted out “There is tar between my teeth.” He started doing some checks on my teeth and then pops another question “When is your last visit to the dentist?” Hmm. I predicted that he will ask me this question. I smiled and kept quiet. “Ever since secondary school?” he asked. “Nope. Primary School,” I replied. Oh my god! Why am I so honest in answering the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the session, the dentist was friendly. After 15 minutes, he has finished washing my teeth but its bleeding. He told me that it’s normal. Hmmm. Before leaving, he also added that my teeth are in good condition and asked me to keep it up. Wahaha! I was so happy. My effort pays off – having to spend about 5-10 minutes when I brush my teeth each time. Heehee! If I were to brush my teeth quickly, the entire day I will feel awkward as if I haven’t had my teeth brush properly. Must really take care of my teeth else I will end up having fake teeth. Noooooo….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Just now, Xiaobing SMS me and asked if I wants to catch a midnight movie today. So happy. The movie we will be watching later is “Just like heaven”. Yipppeeee! It is the movie I wanted to watch. Think it is another touching movie. Heehee. Okie! Got to get ready soon. Will elaborate more about the movie after watching it! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Ticker" src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113171455803540045?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113171455803540045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113171455803540045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113171455803540045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113171455803540045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-quite-high-spirited-today.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113154393611784485</id><published>2005-11-09T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:54:53.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It’s a busy day for me at work. Tons after tons and it seem there is never an ending to my work. And yet at this busiest head start of the month, the system went down thus having me to delay in submitting the report. Worst! Tomorrow, there will be a meeting and I haven’t start on the report because of the system. It had been 3 days since the system went down. Oh please! Let it work tomorrow otherwise my work will start to pile up which I hated most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so giddy today and it’s not because of stress or anything. Luckily, I didn’t faint. Today is just not my day. Bad Wednesday or should it be Wednesday blues. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went to get my daily disposable contact lenses. Guess today I really didn’t bring my little brain out because I went into the optical shop and asked for the brand which I wanted then head to the cashier without asking the cost. Oh My! I paid $40 for a box (which contains 15pairs of contact lenses). Isn’t it so expensive? The very last time when I bought a box of daily disposable contact lenses it only costs me about $30. Hmmm. Why is there so much difference? Sob sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some enhancement to my blog just now. Now, at the bottom of the scroll bar, there are wordings appearing. Yippeee! Heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113154393611784485?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113154393611784485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113154393611784485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113154393611784485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113154393611784485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-busy-day-for-me-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113145861561571034</id><published>2005-11-08T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:55:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday, after work, I went out with Eeyore, Roo and Rabbit to Millennia Walk. During dinner, poor Rabbit was being “forced” by us to finish the vegetables in his “Ban mian”. If he doesn’t eat, we threatened that we will stay put as where we were at. Heehee! You should have see the expression on Rabbit’s face as he chewed the vegetables. How I wish that I have a camera phone so that I can snap his expressions. See, its so convenience to have a camera phone. The more I should get one. Heehee. Okie going back to Rabbit. Rabbit – It’s for your own good. Next time, you have two choices. Either you order the food without vegetables or you have to finish eating the vegetables. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, during lunch time, Rabbit bought a packet of economic rice with cabbage in it. As soon as he put the rice in the meeting room before making his way back to his place to get his box of tissue paper, I took his packet of rice and transferred some of mine and Eeyore’s long beans to his packet of rice. Heehee. After which, I placed it back on the table. Blur Rabbit thought the uncle gave him long beans which he didn’t ordered and wanted to give us. Of course I objected and told him that when someone offered you something, it’s better not to reject. Wahaha! I was just being mischievous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I boarded an extremely crowded train. All of a sudden, I smelt a smelly “pi pi” and its not just once. If I weren’t wrong, it was about twice or thrice that this smelly “pi pi” filled the area that I sat. I looked around and I was surrounded by all ladies. Oh my god! Which lady was so inconsiderate to fart in the crowded train? Help me! I need some fresh air. Imagine if everyone “fang xiao pi pi” in the train. Think the entire train will be polluted and guess those waiting to board the train will give a miss and wait for the next train. What’s more perhaps the driver of the train also cannot stand it and dashes out of the polluted train. Heehee. Okie! It’s just an imagination only. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/051217/2/4/+8/0" 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/16836481-113145861561571034?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113145861561571034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113145861561571034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113145861561571034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113145861561571034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-after-work-i-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113128887148969170</id><published>2005-11-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:48:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! It has been so many days since I last blog. Heehee. Just came back from chalet. So tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friday, it’s the first day of chalet. Carrot and I was too lazy to even leave downtown east once we reached there. We went to borrow Xbox – The Sims 2 to play throughout the night. I am so addicted to the game now and thinking of getting the PC version although one player only can play it. As compared to the Sim 1, Sim 2 allows its players to change the features, its character, fashion for the person chosen. It was so fun and it had been such a long time since our last poly 5-day chalet at downtown east that we had another chalet like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day of chalet, we planned to go to Wild Wild Wet and Escape. Early in the morning, it rained heavily thus dampened our mood. After having our breakfast, we continued gaming and pray that it would stop raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time passed, the sun started shinning brightly. Yeah yeah! We headed to WWW. As the others have yet to have their lunch, we separated into 2 groups. Carrot and I first dip into the lazy pool. After which, we proceed to the Samsung slide. It was my second time playing yet I still screamed my lungs out. Heehee. It was pretty fast and high. Oh oh! And guess who we saw while waiting to play the Slide. Hongkong actors – Chen Qi Tai and another guy. Yeah yeah. Both so handsome and fit. Heehee. They were here to promote the places of interest in Singapore for Hongkongers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise, they invited us to play the "Oo-la-la" with them and we will be on Hongkong TV. Oh! We chatted with them while we made our way to the "Oo-la-la". The queue was very long but we had the privilege. Heehee. After the game, we took a group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we went to Escape and it is the fast time I try the 360 degrees ride. It kept spinning and spinning making me wants to vomit. Sob Sob! But since all my friends are playing, I just gave it a try. Next time, I will avoid playing rides that involve too much spinning because after I get down the ride, I was like walking a crab. Opps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I loved chalets. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/16836481-113128887148969170?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113128887148969170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113128887148969170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113128887148969170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113128887148969170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-it-has-been-so-many-days-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113086400473060717</id><published>2005-11-02T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:53:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My right wrist is still in pain after about 5 days. Somehow, I wondered that it might have been last Thursday which I exert too much strength while in the SMS Competition and now it is causing me some difficulties. I couldn’t sms too fast, write too much or carry heavy things with my right hand thus making me like a handicapped. Ouch pain pain~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Xiaobing called me at about seven in the morning. Blur blur him thought I have to go work today. After explaining to him, he murmured something car accident before hanging the phone up. Initially, I thought that he had handled a car accident case. But after I read the sms which he sent me around 3 am plus, I got a shocked. It was him who got involved in a car accident. Immediately, I called him and asked him where he was and whether was he alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suffered from some superficial injuries and his little finger got 2 deep cuts caused by the shattered glasses. It was lucky for him because at the time of accident, the driver and him did not put on the safety belt and according to him, the van which they collided into, the front was badly damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the accident, the other 3 people including the driver were allowed to go home to rest while Xiaobing has to continue his duties. What the … So unfair. However, when he returned to his workplace, he was too tired and went to sleep. Heehee. Guess this accident had shocked him. Did ask him whether did he have any impact around his head and he replied no. In fact, he can remember what had happened. Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy recovery for him and may he be bless. And to all my friends too. Remember to take care care~&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/16836481-113086400473060717?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113086400473060717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113086400473060717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113086400473060717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113086400473060717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-right-wrist-is-still-in-pain-after.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113068490956268012</id><published>2005-10-30T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:08:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a boring boring Sunday. I had nua the entire day. This afternoon, I tried the mint chocolate which I bought a few days ago. It is so yummy. By the way, nowadays mint chocolate is not found in any supermarket. And guess where I found it? It is at Millennia Walk where this store sold all chocolate and there one can find many different kinds of mint chocolate. The chocolate are imported from Australia. =) They another outlet which is at Changi Airport. So for chocolate lovers, do hop down to any of the outlets and grab one of the chocolate bar and I bet you sure love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my craft work and started to work on it. It has been months since I last touch on craft work. I loved folding things, doing clay work, drawing and many more. Sadly, majority of the things I did, all have been given out to my friends or loved ones. I hardly kept any with me. I remembered once I did a clay work for my art and craft subject and the teacher of mine did not return it to me as she wanted to display it in the art room. I was sad of course because its something that I did and wanted to keep it for myself especially doing clay work will take hours and often ended up with a backache. Sob sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I am working on something and again this will be for someone special in my heart. Heehee. Not going to say what I am working on. Heehee. It is going to be a secret till the day I complete doing it. Wahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour ago, I was so shocked to find an ant nest in one of the kitchen’s cupboard. They are so irritating and its so many of them crawling here and there. All are hiding in a packet of clean cloth which my mum placed in the cupboard. I wondered how the ants get in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the ants, I wanted to ignore it but it’s far too many to be ignored. I grabbed the Bygon and spray it on the ants. Errrr! So er xin. Killing the ants with my hands. So sinful! Oh my god. After spraying on the ants, I still took down the packet of cloth and dump the packet into a pile and filled it up with water. Seconds later, all the ants floated on the surface of the water and some still stick to the cloth. Oh! The scene made a chill down my spine. Sob sob! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/200/Ant2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giddy Ant after spraying Bygon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/200/yeah_piglet.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piglet won the battle. Thanks thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-113068490956268012?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113068490956268012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113068490956268012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113068490956268012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113068490956268012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-boring-boring-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113052289617383710</id><published>2005-10-29T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:18:46.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The SMS Competition has finally over. It was held on the 27th October 2005 - a day which I will never forget the joyous moment in my life. My team, Joyuex, came up to be the 1st prize winner in the competition. When they announced the winner, we screamed our heart out and we just could not believe that we have made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest, which was compete among fellow colleagues, started early in the morning at the theatrette. There were a total of 13 teams competing against each other. After a short briefing on the ground rules and regulations, we proceeded to begin the competition with 2 teams at a same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were the third set of groups to compete, my team and I hid at a corner to do some warming up and practicing to ensure our fingers are nimble while waiting for our turn. Despite several practices, whenever I took part in any competition or examinations, I will be extremely nervous and the symptoms are usually fingers turning numb, palm begins to be slightly sweaty, heart beat increases rapidly and the tendency to visit the ladies in an interval of 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes passed, it was finally our turn to compete. The atmosphere was in a total silence. Once the person in charge mentioned “Start”, only the sound of the keypads and the clicking of the cameras could be heard. My fingers were so stiff that I had to use more force to punch the keypads. Hai~ As I was half way through the passage, I began to type faster without feeling so tensed up. However, this steadiness was being trashed by the camera man who placed the camera in front of Tigger and I. Wah! What was the camera man trying to do? Did he want to make us become the “Gan Chong” spiders? Hrmp~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished the 2 attempts given to us, I was quite disappointed at myself. I clocked 69 seconds. It was about 4 seconds slower than my usual practice. Indeed, I made a lot of typo errors and at a point of time, my mind went totally blank. =( I was in the forth position within my team. The best timing was by Rabbit – 56 seconds. He did better than he was during our practices. Great Job Rabbit! Hopefully, you will consider to participate in the nation wide SMS Competition next month. Jia You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this competition, I enjoyed a lot of the team spirit in my team. For about 2 weeks during our lunch time, my colleagues and I kept on practicing and finding ways to improve on the speed. It is really practice makes perfect and hard work does pays off. Besides the team, there is also Doreamon who had also sacrificed her lunch time to be our time keeper. Despite the competition has ended, now whenever she says “Ready?”, it makes me wanting to take out my handphone to be ready to type in the passage. Heehee. Hmmm.. I am still thinking of how I should spend the voucher given. Perhaps I will get a digital camera since there is no M1 shop located at Millennia Walk. Hai~ Why is it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after work, I met up with Carrot for a chat. We went to TCC and both of us ordered Orea Mocha Frappe and potatoes wadges. Oh! It looks like we are enjoying our part-time tai tai life again! Heehee~ After the coffee session, we made our way home. While on our way, I felt my head spinning and I could see double image. My head was getting heavier and heavier as time ticks by. The feeling was like being a bit tipsy after drinking alcohol. How can that be? I did not even drink any alcohol at TCC and furthermore I am allergy to it. It was so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had reached home, I took a quick bath and off to my la la land. Shouldn’t coffee make one feeling awake due to its caffeine content? But why the mocha made me sleepy and tipsy? *Puzzle* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/sms%20competition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just Us - Before the results announced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-113052289617383710?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113052289617383710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113052289617383710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113052289617383710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113052289617383710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/sms-competition-has-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113033877888451525</id><published>2005-10-26T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:59:38.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It’s the mid of the week. Yippee! Countdown to 2 more days before weekend. =) Looking forward to it so that I can laze on my bed and relax the tension in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my friend whom I haven’t seen for about a year. Wow! Eeyore asked me why I still want to meet the friend. Ya why? Well, if I have many friends but each one of them are those periodic knowing of each other and without contacting them, will I still have friends? Well, I do hesitate to meet my friend but it’s like a rare opportunity to meet each other up and occasionally our mode of communication is through SMS or telephone call. There might be lots of things to catch up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back, this friend of mine, I’ll nickname it as Penguin, always make me waited for more than half an hour each time we planned to meet up. And yet today, Penguin was early and waited for me to knock off from work. Quite surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this meet up was rather a fast one. We had our dinner at fish &amp; co. and after which, I went home. It was like about 2 hours but it’s worth while. Penguin got to rush due to some unforeseen circumstances.  Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to scroll down my phonelist, I wonder how many people I have to meet up with which I haven’t seen them for ages. Oh ya! I think I need to set aside one day to meet up with my secondary school friend. I feels bad to keep on rejecting her when she asked me out. Aiyo. Timing not right. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ So distracted now. Listening to all my oldies songs and singing along with it. Think today I have the mood to sing. Wahaha~ =)  *Gone with the wind. &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/16836481-113033877888451525?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113033877888451525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113033877888451525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113033877888451525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113033877888451525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-mid-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113025433123741310</id><published>2005-10-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:41:57.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Not in a very good mood today. I could feel the stress in me. I seem to have plenty of things to think and wonder when it will stop. So frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sms competition is drawing near and today among my team mates we compete again. I just don’t know why I have the feeling that I will pull my team now. I was too nervous and under a very cold environment, my hands turn numb and sweaty. I just couldn’t perform to my level best. Many a times, I will just give up before finishing typing the passage. Everyone’s timing seems to be excellent and I felt that I just couldn’t be on pile with them. It’s so stressful. I just wanted to voice out to them and just tell them let me back out as I was like a little turtle crawling behind them. With the stress building up in me, I doubt I can ever reach the timing which we wanted to achieve – a minute from everyone. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t. Why? Why is it so? I am starting to feel so pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, Rabbit gave Doreamon and I a scenario and asked us to comment about it. Here it goes: “A guy likes a girl very much. Several times, he dated her out and each dating expenses is being paid by the guy. The guy also took the effort to send her home after each date. However, the girl never comments nor expresses anything to that guy. What are your thoughts?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doreamon and I shared the same thoughts. Firstly, we detest such a girl. Why on earth she can’t pay for her own expenses when she goes out with that guy. They are not even in a relationship and it should be a clear cut to go dutch unless the guy pay for the meals and the girl pay for the movies or drinks. It’s too selfish of the girl to make the guy pay for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the guy also should not pay for her expenses right from the start. Well, its not that he shouldn’t but perhaps after a few more outings before paying for the girl’s expenses. The girl might be enjoying such company but in the end is the guy who suffers. He might not gain any feelings from the girl and also there goes his money. Poor guy. Don’t always treat a girl unless you know her character and that she will also pay for certain things else you will be at a losing end. But do understand that when one really loves the other party, no matter at what expense, he/she is willing to do anything for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lastly, a short poem written by Carrot during our conversation this afternoon. It was actually sentences but somehow its meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps it is an experience,&lt;br /&gt;That one will gain from.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps only when we fall,&lt;br /&gt;Then we know the pain.&lt;br /&gt;But as we go on in life,&lt;br /&gt;We learnt not to commit the mistake again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-113025433123741310?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113025433123741310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113025433123741310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113025433123741310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113025433123741310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-in-very-good-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113016983885456149</id><published>2005-10-24T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:03:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just finish doing my laundry and I was quite pissed off. Few months back, I bought a pair of ¾ pants and for the first time, I wore it during the weekends. I wondered what I was thinking just now. I simply forgot that that pants was a new one and shouldn’t be washed together with the other clothings. Stupid pants! Its color fade off and thus making the entire washing machine turning purplish. Oh my my! I wondered whether my clothings have been stained with purple color or not. Sigh! Have to wait till tomorrow when the clothes dry. Hopefully, none has the stain otherwise I will be quite upset as majority is my working clothes. Sob sob! Hai~ Don’t want to talk about it anymore. So angry! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies fast for work today. In the afternoon, we had an award presentation within our division which took about 1.5 hours. Actually, the presentation was about 5-10 minutes and the remaining time was interaction with colleagues and munching away the buffet food. Wahaha. Yummy yummy! And that is my dinner because after work, I was rushing against time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, Eeyore and I went to the Levis Fashion Show which held at Raffles City Shopping Centre. It was my first experience being invited to watch any fashion show. They emphasized their new collection – Princess Levis Jeans. The jeans really caught my attention. Its something that I longed wanted and now I am planning to get for my Chinese New Year Clothings. Heehee. This year, I bought two skirts for Chinese New Year and ended up I wore once up till now. It is a waste of money. =( Erm. A bit off topic already. Okie! I liked the princess Levis jeans because the pocket is of a heart shape and the material is soft. Hiak hiak! The more I describe, the more I want to own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Feeling abit tired already. Think I am going to my la la land soon. ZZzzzzz …..  &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/16836481-113016983885456149?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113016983885456149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113016983885456149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113016983885456149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113016983885456149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-finish-doing-my-laundry-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-113000204315805955</id><published>2005-10-23T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:27:23.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday, I was lazy to blog because I had a long day outside. By the time I reached home, my eyes could barely open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the day which I always been looking forward to but not today. Work for me did not seem to be a smooth day. For the whole day, I was attending to solely on one complaint. This complaint made me stayed back to work later for about 45 minutes as it is an urgent complaint. What a rotten luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire day was screwed up. Because of this complaint, I was late for a gathering with my friends. Sob sob. My friends and I met up to celebrate “Gao Ren” birthday. It was quite saddening because many of them did not turn up due to several reasons. And we made fun of “Gao Ren” that because his face is not big enough to have all of them turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled down to have steamboat at Suntec Convention Centre. The food was alright but perhaps I had been there for a few times that I was quite sickening by its food due to my limitation to consume it. Think for the moment is better to avoid steamboat as I cannot eat prawns and crabs. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to TCC for a drink. Xiao Long Bao and I shared an Ice blended Mocha with oreo. You should try this drink if you ever go to TCC. You simply can’t resist it. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, is home sweet home for us. By the time I reached home, despite being tired, I took out my nokia phone and started practicing the sms competition passage. Dart! Due to not many groups participate in the sms competition, the rules were changed and there is only one passage to compete with. There will not be any prelims too. Sad~ My team and I had been practicing the prelims passage for the past few days and now, we have to be familiarize with the new passage. Hai~ Eeyore set the record of 75seconds for 159 words keyed into the phone. I tried as fast as I could for about 1-2 hours yet I still did not manage to break her record. Sob sob~ Oh! I might be pulling the team average timing down. I am the slowest among my team mates. Low morale and confidence again! =(  What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before turning in, I surf the net awhile and found a website which consists of some depression survey. And tried out the survey and the results are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“Your overall screening results are consistent with moderate depression. Your answers also show you might be at risk for harming yourself. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh my god! I am suffering from moderate depression. Think I bottle up lots of my problems in me and recently just couldn’t sort it out. =/ Don’t ask me why nor ask me share. You may want to visit this website to see if you are suffering from depression too @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depression-screening.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.depression-screening.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday – I woke up near to 2pm today. Guess I was really very tired. I spent my entire afternoon beautifying my blog and also added the chatbox in which I promised Eeyore that I will do it by this week. Yup! Found a chatbox which was different from what she is using currently. It posted the latest thread at the top of the chatbox instead of the bottom and it also got the date and time which the thread was posted. Cool! At least this could allow one to know which is the newest or the oldest thread. There are still flaws in the enhancement I did to this blog and will use more brain cells to think of more ideas. Give me more time. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbours had a dinner gathering outside my house just now. The maid is returning back to her country this Thursday and she cooked some of everyone’s favourite dishes such as curry mutton and fried chicken. We will definitely miss her cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Just now my 4-room flat neighbour also brought her youngest son back home. He is so chubby that I could not resist but to carry him in my arms when I saw him. He is going to be one year old next year. I played with him till 11pm plus before he went to bed. How I wish I could see him more often. Babies are so adorable and I love cuddling them in my arms. Heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-113000204315805955?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/113000204315805955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=113000204315805955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113000204315805955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/113000204315805955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-i-was-lazy-to-blog-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112982287829233534</id><published>2005-10-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:52:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yoz, missed me? Heehee. Hai~ Yesterday, I was too exhausted to blog because after work, I went to gym with Carrot. Help me! I am aching again but it is the price to pay to keep fit. Yup yup must keep fit. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our gym session, we had our dinner at KFC. Oh, it was so fattening. It seems to be so contradicting. One moment, I was working my way to burn the calories and the other moment, I was consuming oily food. Sob sob.. How can I be like that? Carrot, next time we shouldn’t eat fast food. So unhealthy! This shouldn’t be the way. “Zui guo, zui guo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our dinner, we sat and chatted. A teenage couple came and sat on the table besides us. We did not really take noticed of them until the girl did something which caught us in surprise. With her oily hands (they were eating KFC), the girl took off one of her covered shoes. After looking at her shoes for a few seconds, she brought it nearer to her and smelt it before wearing it again. Eeee! What was she trying to do? Carrot and I met eyes to eyes and then we just burst into laughter. By the way, we always giggle over the slightest thing. =) Obviously, the couple knew what we were laughing at and somehow could sense that the guy was quite embarrassed by the action did by his girlfriend. Can you imagine the girl used the same hand to eat her chicken? Oh my god! So disgusted by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi commented that my face looks like the shape of apple. Hai~ This is the second time in a week that someone commented on my face and each time I will just reply because I kept eating apples. Can you have a picture how do I look like? Okie! If you don’t have any idea, let me show you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/fuji6.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ta da! It is so juicy, red and round. Yummy yummy. When I blushed, I might look like that apple. Wahaha! Just kidding. My face will not be that red. Heehee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Recently, I remembered someone again. It has been almost 2 years, yet the painful memories still have not subsided. Everything seems to have happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-bang (which I will address him) and first known each other while working at Ritz. From the day I know him, he always has the joyful smile on his face. At that time, he was only a waiter and slowly he moved on to be a captain. There was several times whereby we worked together as a team. Working with him always reminds me of a tortoise pace. He prefers to work in a slow and steady pace whereas I am always the one being the “gan chong” spider thus that made him laughed at me when he saw me panicked. As we worked, he will crack jokes, make lame comments; share his thoughts, future plans and even problems with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the times and only be kept as memories. Sometimes I wonder, if you weren’t so playful and inquisitive, how would your life be now? Why must you end up in that fatal accident? There is always plenty of “If only…” in my mind. Who can enlighten me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The memories&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;2 years have passed,&lt;br /&gt;Yet occasionally you appeared in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very fatal accident,&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn’t bring myself to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were still young,&lt;br /&gt;With a bright future ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cheerful smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;Has never once faded off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the photo we took,&lt;br /&gt;It pierced my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will understand the torment in me?&lt;br /&gt;You will forever be remembered by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have you ever wonder why people must have feelings? Why must there be hatred? Why must there be wars? If we do not have feelings, what will this world becomes? Care to share what you are in your thoughts? Please do comments. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112982287829233534?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112982287829233534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112982287829233534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112982287829233534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112982287829233534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/yoz-missed-me-heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112965098853834100</id><published>2005-10-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:00:30.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The second day of the week and yet I am feeling STRESS STRESS. My stress is all accumulated by Eeyore and Rabbit. And all because of SMS. “Qi Shi Wo Le”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch time, the three of us compete with each other to see who is the fastest to type the SMS Competition Prelims Paragraph. Sad to say I am really the turtle. Sob Sob. I felt so nervous at the point of time when we compete. Eeyore’s phone was going click click click click making my brain go blank and my hands are trembling. And that Rabbit was quiet yet type as fast as Eeyore. The best timing was 1 min 11 seconds by Eeyore and I was like near to 20 seconds lag behind her. Both of you are pressurizing me. I can’t take it. Save me~ Please give me some encouragement. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big blister on my fourth finger. No no its not because of intense practicing of smsing but I am bitten by some insects and most probably from a beach a few weeks back. Kind soul Doreamon assists me to squeeze the toxic liquid. Weird~ I have no feelings at all when she squeezed it and bad Doreamon scared me by telling me the toxic hardened and it might leave a scar. Scar? Wahaha. I don’t want a scar on my finger and that stupid blister is causing me having difficulties in writing. I’ve to pray hard that it will subside else I will probably be very temperamental. Warning! Beep poo… beep poo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Doreamon told me her encounter with snake at her home which happened over the weekends. She was at the doorstep of her house and was about to open the door when she suddenly saw the tail of the snake. Instead of screaming away, she remained calm and took plastic bags to act as gloves and tried to catch the snake.What amazed me was her struggling with the snake. Once she caught the snake, the snake struggled viciously but Doreamon held it firmly in her hand and threw it out of her house before calling the police. Wow. Never know Doreamon has the strength and I really can’t imagine a tall and slim lady acted so heroine. Wanted to post the snake pictures which Doreamon caught but sad to say she doesn’t know how to send the pictures via email from her phone. She got a Samsung phone but never activate her Samsung account in samsungmobile.com. Hai~ What a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&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/16836481-112965098853834100?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112965098853834100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112965098853834100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112965098853834100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112965098853834100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/second-day-of-week-and-yet-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112956726273981939</id><published>2005-10-18T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:41:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monday Monday. Yup yup. Strange why am I so energetic in the beginning of the week? Guess today I have the mood to blog. There are so many things which I want to blog but I do not know where I should start. Hmmm.. Perhaps today will mention about the blog stuffs and will continue the others tomorrow due to time constraint. Need to go or or else I am going to be a panda soon. (-_-”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, many requested some changes to be done to the blog. Slowly, one by one okie?  Majority of you, want the music to be changed. Haha. Too saddening for you people to continue to read the blog is it? Like I mentioned earlier on that the music played tells about the author's feelings. You people going to blemish my feelings thus how am I going to continue blogging. Sob sob. Sigh~ After putting a day of thoughts as to what music to be played in this blog, I finally chose Kelly Clarkson – Because of you. First heard this song at Xiao Bing’s home and simply immerse into it. \(^_^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just requested me to add in chatterbox so that she can post whatever sayings or comments she wants in it instead or sending comments via each blog post. Okie! Please give me some time to work on it. I will try to put it up by this week if possible. No promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my counter jumped so fast thus making wonder who viewed my blog. Somehow, not many people know about it. When I told Eeyore about this finding, she replied that perhaps Roo’s friend view my blog. Oh my. Okie! Whoever you are who makes my counter increase rapidly, just a note of thanks. Do not expect too much on this blog. =) &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/16836481-112956726273981939?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112956726273981939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112956726273981939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112956726273981939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112956726273981939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112948074117926571</id><published>2005-10-17T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:51:41.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wow! It has been such a long since it last rain for the entire day. It’s so cooling and the weather makes me wanting to sleep more. Heehee. Little piglet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyore mentioned in her blog that I got an apple-shape face. Hai~ Apple? Hmm.. Somehow it makes me wonder is it because I ate too many apples. Wahaha~ Nonsense. When do I like to eat apples? Well, it should be in the recent years that I started to have a liking for apples. This is because it is so convenient to eat an apple as it is small and juicy. What’s more who never hear of “An apple a day keeps the doctor away”. But my health doesn’t seem to be in top condition this year and I had visited the doctor for about six to eight times already. Sob sob! Why is my health deteriorating? Is it because I do not get enough sunshine and always stuck in the office? Back to what Eeyore mentioned earlier on, I want a smaller face. Heehee~ My face is a bit chubby and thus many people loves to pinch it. Oh my god! You know it is painful to do so. Ouch! So back off and do not try to lay a finger on my cheeks or I will bite. Wahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup – Is it something that I cannot be bother with it? Okie! I am frank. I don’t know how to shape my eyebrows nor do I know how to put on mascara, eye shadow or eye liner. Hai~ I am very shallow to makeup. The simple foundation, blushes and lip gross/sticks and that is all I know. I do have sensitive skin thus making me tough to choose the suitable brands for my skin and also I don’t like to spend my time waking up early and waste my time on doing makeup. If I were to do it, I think I will probably be late for work everyday. =x Perhaps one of these days I should try. If the day comes, go and buy 4D. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had just practice the sms contest paragraph and guess what? Yes, my timing has improved. My average timing is 1 minute and 30 seconds and the best timing is 1 minute and 15 seconds. Indeed it is a great improvement from last week timing whereby I was mocked to be the slowest in my team clocking an average of about 1 minute 50 seconds. Wahaha! Practice do makes prefect and I am not going to give up on practicing. My aim is to have an average timing of 1 minute and I am working on it. . Slow and steady wins the race as piglet slowly climbs its way. Heehee. Hey, quick gives me some encouragement so that I can be more perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&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/16836481-112948074117926571?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112948074117926571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112948074117926571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112948074117926571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112948074117926571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow-it-has-been-such-long-since-it.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112940115129191857</id><published>2005-10-16T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:32:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Browsed through a forum website and found an interesting article on about personality prediction. Due to my curiosity, I checked it out and according to my birth date, it says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“No matter what, every one will love you because you are ruled by the Moon. You day dream a lot, you have a very low-self esteem, you need to have a back up for every move in your life, you are very unpredictable. You tend to change according to time and circumstances, selfish, have a very strong sense of musical and artistic talent and powerful verbal communication. You can be sweet as an angel and can be ruthless when double-crossed. Some might say you have a sixth sense. You will become a poet, writer, an artist or a businessperson. You are not strong in love, so your relationship will be in disarray until you settle down. If you are a girl, you will be responsible for your family. If you are a man, you tend to get involve in fights &amp; arguments in the family. You will sacrifice your life for your family. You are gentle, intuitive with a broad vision. You make a well-balanced person.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, is up to you to believe it or not as to whether my character matches as the above mentioned. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just managed to add a counter onto my blog and it took me more than half an hour to choose my skin which I want. Sigh~ Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone is retiring soon. Oh my. At this moment of time, it wants to retire. Hey phoney, wake up don’t leave me in lurch now. The graphic starts fading and blur vision. My warranty had expired already. Save me! Wonder how long more can my phone works. Hrmp~ I should have make a wish at the fountain regarding my phone yesterday but it seems like the problem starts surfacing late last night. I can’t imagine myself having to live without my phone again. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for April Snow theme song. Anyone happened to have it? Can send me? Feels like changing the song on my blog to its theme song. Wahaha~ Someone once asked me why do I put such a sad song on my blog. Reason being the author is feeling that way so eventually a sad song played out her feeling and sorrows. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug out some poems which I wrote a few years back today. One of it read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A tiny winy corner,&lt;br /&gt;Sat a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be joyful on the outer,&lt;br /&gt;But she is very troubled inside.&lt;br /&gt;She hopes that time could turn back.&lt;br /&gt;So as what is done,&lt;br /&gt;Could be undone.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to have another chance,&lt;br /&gt;To start life afresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hai~ Hai~ Don’t ask me why I wrote sad poems. I can only say that is how I feel at the point of time while writing down each poem. Lastly, the following is for someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the months passed,&lt;br /&gt;We still remain cold war.&lt;br /&gt;Things weren’t the same as before,&lt;br /&gt;Where laughter always filled the air.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times I tried to seek for your forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;But why do you choose to ignore me?&lt;br /&gt;And why can’t we just talk things out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to dissolve the misunderstanding between us.&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dedicated to that someone&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/Bellquipleure.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112940115129191857?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112940115129191857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112940115129191857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112940115129191857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112940115129191857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/browsed-through-forum-website-and.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112931127784035286</id><published>2005-10-15T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:01:53.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s Friday again. Yippeee!!! Though I’m looking forward to end of the week, but somehow this week seems to pass so slowly. Yet now Friday has arrived, I longed that it’s just mid of the week. Why? Hrmp~ “Mi mi” Prefer to keep it seal in my little heart. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Snow was launched yesterday and I went to watch with Xiao Bing. Well, a bit disappointed with this movie. The story line is like as what I blog earlier on (er… I also forgot on which day did I blog about part of the story. Its in September achieve.) The way the filming was done in this movie was like quite scuttle. At one moment it will be at this scene and then suddenly it moved on to another scene. One really has to concentrate otherwise he/she will be like in a lost world. The ending was also too abrupt. Sigh~ Perhaps I have high expectation for this movie. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/1600/Bad%20mazu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/Bad%20mazu2.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/1600/Bad%20mazu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah! Today, I finally got the complete set of MacDonalds’ Hello Kitty collection. Tortoise bought the last character – Bad Mazu. It got a very sad face. Sob sob. Looking at it make me miserable. Nonetheless, will still place the whole set on my office table. Heehee! By the way, Tortoise thanks you very much for getting the Bad Mazu for me. Really appreciate it and one of these days will repay your kindness and helpfulness. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I accompany Eeyore to PS and Suntec MacDonalds’ to search for “My Melody” character which she short of. Poor Eeyore. The character was all sold out in both outlets. Eeyore boyfriend – Roo (he choose to be called as Roo. Actually wanted to reserve this nick for the only guy that participate in the SMS contest with us. We will have to think of another name for this nameless guy. Rabbit? What’s the rabbit call? Hmm.) hint you already. Faster go round Singapore and find which outlet still have the “My Melody” and get one for Eeyore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never know that Eeyore is so romantic person till today. She brought Roo and I to the Suntec fountain and there, she dedicated songs to both of us and also to Tigger although she did not join us today. We sat on the floor, staring at the laser dedication and listening to the songs played. Thanks Eeyore for the song “Sorry seems to be the hardest word” and also for bringing me there. It is so comforting although such ambience is meant more for couples. Oh please Eeyore better don’t fall for me. Wahaha! She wanted to plant a peck on my cheeks today. Helppppp! Someone save me! Hrmp~ Don’t change target okie? Your target should be Tigger not me. I am your rival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the song dedication, we were allow to walk round the fountain 3 times and making a wish. I made a wish erm in fact two wishes heehee. Greedy right? Heehee. Well, because at the point of time I was thinking of these two things so I just made the wishes. Really hope that both will come true. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112931127784035286?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112931127784035286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112931127784035286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112931127784035286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112931127784035286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-friday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112913371469086348</id><published>2005-10-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:15:14.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today we lunched in again. Tigger was too tired to go out and the others were lazy too. Heehee.. After having lunch, we chatted about our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigger – Tigger told us her feared about attending classes during her kindergarden days. Her first few days were miserable. She could not bear the sight of being left in a classroom full of strangers and without her mum. To her, she felt as if she was caught and put behind bars because the classroom that she was in had window grills. Weird! Wonder how she had the idea of being in jail at such a young age. As she continued her story, I could not imagine her running to the window grill and shaking it violently as she saw her mother’s sight slowly fade away along the corridor. Her teacher had no idea what to do to her and instead left her at a corner of the room. Poor Tigger! One day, her teacher asked her to draw about her family. And she drew her mum, dad, sister and brother together and herself being left in the corner. The teacher got curious and asked her why is she separated from her family and guess what Tigger replied? “It is because my family doesn’t want me that is why I am in this classroom now.” With this statement, we burst into laughter. Is that how young children look at things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon – Doraemon was another daring child. Once, she was told to do some drawings. As she drew, her teacher suddenly came up to her and scolded her. She could not remember why the teacher was so hostile towards her. Doraemon was so angry that she crushed the paper that she drew on and walked out of the classroom and back to her home all by herself. She really has those “Xiao hai zhi pi qi”. Heehee. But strangely, the teacher never calls her mum up nor checks out whether anything happened to Doraemon. It is really so irresponsible of that teacher. To me, if you are qualified to be a teacher, one has to be responsible and protective towards her students. This is how you gain the confidence and fondness from the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyore – Hai~ Worst case. Heehee. She was already primary four and she actually wee in class. Oh my god! She felt so embarrassed that she hid herself in the ladies. But, understood her action. When we were young, our teachers do not allow us to go to the toilet so often. So if one wants to go to the toilet, he/she must seek permission and if you were unlucky to get a fierce teacher, hai~ that’s it. Who would dare to ask? The teachers will always threaten that if you leave the class without permission, you will be punished and this and that. Why must adults always threaten us and making us live in fear? “Zhen guo bu dong” Hai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird~ All three of them talked about their childhood but somehow I didn’t mention any of mine. All the examples listed by them somehow did not happen on me. Why? I really don’t know. Hrmp~ It makes me wonder how my childhood life actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be about 2 more weeks before we compete in the SMS competition. And now, Tigger and Eeyore had started practicing their skills. Oh~ They are so gan chong then I am. Okie! As we had agreed, we will try to lunch in often for the next 2 weeks so that we can practice together. Heehee. So determine and team bonded. Anyway, Boss said if we get into top 10, he will be sponsoring $100 for our monthly department happy hour. Oh~ Motivation… =)&lt;br /&gt;Its been about a week since I trimmed my hair. I still not used to the new hairstyle. So think from tomorrow, I will style my hair back to as per before and hope not to be “Ah dai” anymore. Sob sob… =(  “Wo bu yao zhuo Ah Dai” NOooooo…. &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/16836481-112913371469086348?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112913371469086348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112913371469086348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112913371469086348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112913371469086348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-we-lunched-in-again.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112904954622166625</id><published>2005-10-11T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:51:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum came into the room and asked me whether I am on leave. I was looking so blur and walked to the kitchen. Oh gosh! Its 9am. I’m late again and also for my meeting. I grabbed my towel and quickly had my bath. Amazingly by 9.30am, I was already at the void deck and waiting for a cab.On my way to work, I was so worried. I don’t like that feeling of having to rush. I just hate it. Making me in a mess feeling and feeling helpless. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ Don’t wish to blog further. I had just finish typing my blogs from September till today. Now I am feeling tired. Just tired. =/ Will continue with one last poem which I thought of on my way back home. Is there something which you missed each day? Or is it that such scenario do happens? Long time never write a poem. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Walking quietly behind you,&lt;br /&gt;You noted my presence.&lt;br /&gt;You turned around,&lt;br /&gt;But I looked at another direction.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t have the guts.&lt;br /&gt;You fasten your pace,&lt;br /&gt;But I slower my pace.&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m afraid of negative responses.&lt;br /&gt;You entered the usual cabin,&lt;br /&gt;But I refused to follow up with you.&lt;br /&gt;Because my mind was simply blank.&lt;br /&gt;Thought you would turn back once more,&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you were waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;Because its just me lacking of the courage and confident&lt;br /&gt;That let this opportunity slip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112904954622166625?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112904954622166625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112904954622166625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904954622166625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904954622166625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/mum-came-into-room-and-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112904942252519018</id><published>2005-10-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:42:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After having my breakfast, I started hearing the clasping sound of wave crashes. It was so relaxing and a place where I can free my problems, worries and stresses. It was so pleasant to my ear. Suddenly, I heard a heavy breathing sound near my ear. I opened my eyes and saw a guy sitting besides me on the same bench as me. I took a glance at him and he smiled back. “Why are you peeping at me?” Opps! He saw me peeping. I don’t know how to tell nor express what am I thinking to him. I wanted to see his facial expression hopefully to remember the smile and cheerful look of him. But I didn’t reply. Silence. Soon, I felt his arms wrapped around my shoulder. It was so comfortable and warmth. Just someone sitting besides me and keeping me company. Just the quiet and peaceful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, we just remained silence. The feeling was like we were having some heart to heart communication. Nonsense! Does this happened in real life? Hmmm… Perhaps he did whisper into my ears and perhaps unintentionally thought it was wind howling. Just as I was staring blankly at the open sea, he suddenly planted a kiss on my cheeks. My heart beat remarkably fast. I could feel the sudden blood rushing in my head and thus making myself feeling like a tomato. The feeling was so indescribable and he seemed so close to me. Strangely, I just couldn’t get to see his face no matter how hard I tried but I never give up. I formed an image in my heart. I just want to keep this moment of time in my heart. Just these feelings. Just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the phone rang and I found myself staring blankly at my PC. Ahhh! I had started building castles in the air again. *Shook my head* Another creation of my imagination? Does this really happen? If really there is another chance, I will like to continue it. Can I? Can you make it happen again? Think I read too many romance stories. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening – I went for a hair cut. The hair dresser asked me what style I want and I replied short and something that doesn’t make my face too round. Atlas! Wrong replied! And though now I really had a new image but I looked so weird. Freak! Hai! Get me out of it. I hate it. I look so “Dai” now. Sob Sob! My hair is so messy and short. Someone save me! =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112904942252519018?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112904942252519018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112904942252519018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904942252519018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904942252519018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/after-having-my-breakfast-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112904935787376171</id><published>2005-10-03T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:53:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh! Back to work again. Boring Monday. I felt my body was in front of the pc but my mind was deep in thoughts till the extend that it gave way and resulted in a bad headache. It was so bad that I could feel myself floating around in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, in the evening time, the pain in my head gradually subsided. Yup yup! I met up with my friend, Carrot to do workout in the gym. It was about 3-4 months since I last visited the gym. This is because somehow I had injured my knee cap which prevented me from straining it. Anyway, must continue to lead my healthy lifestyle. Yup must keep fit! Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since after a long break from gym session, guess I will have aches all over tomorrow. Sob sob! Where is the tiger balm? Heehee~ Eeyore, I am waiting for you to join me for gym session. Must have the determination ya! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112904935787376171?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112904935787376171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112904935787376171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904935787376171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904935787376171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/sigh-back-to-work-again.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112904929641103216</id><published>2005-10-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:54:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This weekend, I managed to rest well on Sunday. Hmm. Why Sunday and not Saturday? Hai~ Talk about it long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday – I was supposed to meet my friend early in the morning at 7.10am to go to Sentosa for don’t know what “SAF Cohesion Day”. Never expect to find myself overslept and thus ended up meeting my friend at 7.30am. Throughout the train journey, I didn’t even bother to talk to my friend (feels bad about it). Instead, I slept on the train. =/ Yawn! I was really jaded and asking me to wake up so early was like… hai… wanting my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Sentosa – Tanjong Beach, the both of us was the earliest to reach. Hai~ Still made me woke up so early. After half an hour of waiting, everyone finally arrived. There, I was told that those present have to participate in at least one game and I joined the volleyball match. It was quite redundant to be in the game because I did not really hit the ball much. Luckily, we still got into the second place. Hip hip hooray! Better than nothing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright sun is making tanner and tanner. Help me! I had forgotten to apply sun block. Oh no no! I don’t want to become a charcoal. I still have to go sun tanning next month again and so for the moment have to shun the sun. Sob.. Sob.. “Wo yao zhuo yang guang shao nu” Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, really enjoyed myself very much and can see that the unity and teamwork really bonded my friend and his camp mates together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As night falls, I was like a walking zombie. My mind was simply blank. I could just simply answer any questions without thinking. Oh no! Someone got to save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday – I lazed on my bed till early afternoon and did abit of household chores – ironing my clothes. After which, back to lazing around again. Heehee.. Really xiao zhu zhu. Heehee. I continued to watch “My date with a vampire”. Feels so stress free. Oh… My imagination coming again. Watched too much vcd and now making feel as if I’m the “Ma Xiao Ling” but still like her daughter “ Fong Tian Ya”. She is so bubbly and cute heehee. Feels like pinching her cheeks. Heehee. &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/16836481-112904929641103216?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112904929641103216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112904929641103216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904929641103216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904929641103216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-weekend-i-managed-to-rest-well-on.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112904919568738063</id><published>2005-09-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:54:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fifty plus years had passed for my mum. Today, she is going to celebrate her birthday. Mum being the eldest daughter in her family, has always been a capable, filial and responsible daughter and mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is more than a mum to me. The way we communicate with each other, it is like a close friend. She never refrain herself from any topic that we should chat. We can chat from studies to work to outings to relationship or friendship and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, I will drag mum to shopping as going out with her is always fun and she can give comments. Her taste of dressing is also very in and daring. She does not mind her children wearing too revealing as she felt that since we are still young, the more we should be daring at dressing and not to regret after our figure or looks changed. Heehee. I still remembered when I was in secondary four, mum bought me the first sleeveless top. I just told her that no way am I going to wear it as T-shirt is still the best. Simple and nice. But she explained that its time to be more open in dressing and moreover girls should dress up. Okie. Whatever mum says is got to be right, right? Gradually, I learnt to accept it though I still dislike to put on make up unless certain occasions. Why? I also don’t know. Perhaps time will slowly change me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is still consistently worried about me whenever I go home late at night despite having the key of freedom already. The very next day, she will always ask what time did you come back last night and where did you go, this and that. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner – We had our dinner at swensen. Well, mum was entitled a free firehouse ice cream all by herself. So envy. Can you imagine after we had sang a birthday song for mum, a waitress actually brought a red balloon and gave my mum? We kept laughing and laughing as at her age does she still want a balloon on her birthday. But she was delighted and accepted the balloon. Somehow, it gave me the impression that she missed her childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ The long tired day finally ended and it’s time to rest and start a brand new day tomorrow. &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/16836481-112904919568738063?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112904919568738063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112904919568738063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904919568738063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112904919568738063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/09/fifty-plus-years-had-passed-for-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112791992085816412</id><published>2005-09-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:33:37.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s already the mid of the week. Nothing much to write about. Hmmm.. Wait! A sudden urge to blog on an article which I had read half way while on my way to work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the article about child salves abstracted from the Reader Digest. The cruelty of how Dinki children were killed, tortured and worked as salves for Arab militiamen which took placed in year 2003. The Arab militiamen stomped into the marketplace and either shot or slashed at people with their long knives. They did spare the children and the some women. That was not the end yet. They took them back to where they lived and the children and women worked as slaves guiding those sheeps, cows and etc. If they were disobeyed their command or tried to run away, they were punished – either being killed, or had their legs chop off or whipped. It pains me to read the suffering of these children. Why must they suffer at such a young age? Why will one human being do such things to the other? What if the children are the tortured parents’ flesh and blood? Will they do the same thing? Why can’t they put themselves in the children’s shoes? The children should be spending their time playing instead of slogging their life. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had learnt two new vocabulary words. They are elate which means boastful and elated which means happy or excited. See! With just a different of one “d” at the end, it has a different total meaning. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day – A joke which simply can happen in real life. One day, Person A, let’s name it tortoise called Person B, called it turtle. Their conversations are as per follows: -&lt;br /&gt;Turtle: Are you lying on your bed while chatting with me?&lt;br /&gt;Tortoise: Yup. I’m using a cordless phone. So I just put the phone on my ear using my bolster to cover it so I do not need to hold on the phone. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Turtle unintentionally bursted into laughter and replied “You called my handphone. So is it cordless or corded phone?”&lt;br /&gt;Heehee… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112791992085816412?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112791992085816412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112791992085816412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112791992085816412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112791992085816412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-already-mid-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112791984838419496</id><published>2005-09-27T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:08:06.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weekends had passed so quickly in a wink of eyes. I missed my bed and blogging but if were to choose between the only one, think I will miss my bed more. Reason being since I came back from the chalet, I had not been online. Instead, I had been lazing on my bed as my whole body ached so much. Can’t imagine if I were to go overseas to further my studies, I’ll be missing my little elephant, piglet, tigger, eeyore, my little Winnie the pooh bolster, tortoise, xiao bing, hello kitty and many many more. Okie! Enough of all those missing here and there. Heehee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashing back, the chalet which was organized by our department began last Friday (23rd September 2005). We left our office at around 6pm plus. Throughout the journey, we kept thinking what did we left in the office. Somehow, it seemed like we had forgotten something. All of a sudden, Eeyore exclaimed: “We have miss out my boss. She’s still in the office.” Oh my god! So what we had actually forgotten is a person. This time we are really in for it. All cars that are transporting those attending the chalet were already on their way. So either her boss has to take a cab or she won’t be joining us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at our destination at about 7pm plus. Minutes later after we had checked in the chalet, “Mummy” received a call from Eeyore’s boss. According to Eeyore, she sounded a bit pissed off as we had left her in the office and therefore she didn’t join us. It was quite disappointing but we still proceed to set up the bbq pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 8pm, we finally start barbecuing. Yummy yummy! Down go my favourite fish balls resting on the wire mesh. Heehee. After which, Eeyore, Tigger and I started using the bamboo skewers to skew every chicken wings, hotdogs, crabsticks and fish balls. Next in line will be the sotong whereby we placed it on the aluminum foil and spread sambal chilli on it. Lastly, I looked at the prawns and turned to Eeyore “What should I do with the prawns? Should I peel its shell off before adding the sambal chilli?” In a few seconds, Eeyore replied confidently “Yes!” I was like huh must I really do it? Hrmp~ But I still proceeded on peeling its shell before Tigger came to my rescue. Otherwise, really doesn’t know how long it will take me to peel off the 1 kg of prawns. Sob..sob.. It proved something – Unity is our strength. We slog hard as one and play hard as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the BBQ, those people who were staying overnight went to watch a midnight movie – The Myth. We were later for the first 5 minutes of the show but at least I still catch the storyline. This movie involves lots of concentration because it kept flashing the past and its present simultaneously. Overall, I found it a very different Jackie Chan movie and it is worth watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Chalet – Everyone was looking so fatigued when we returned to the chalet at about 3.30am. But, we still continued to play cards – Dai dee. Poor Eeyore hardly got much luck on that day. She either lost or managed to be in the 2nd or 3rd place (There are 5 of us. So the loser will be replaced by the next player.) Heehee. At around 5.30am, my body gave in and I told the others that I’ll pass playing as I need to get some beauty sleep. Never expect the move I made ended that cards game and everyone turned in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday – The two “hunks”, J &amp; K, got up early and bought Mac breakfast for us. We had our breakfast at the table located near the bbq pit. Somehow, I enjoyed this kind of atmosphere having breakfast with my friends and chatting. Perhaps it’s because we hardly have the chance to take our own sweet time to have breakfast from the hectic working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyore and I even got a little hello kitty toys. It sounded as if both of us are still little kids. Never mind, we are always young at heart. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went for bowling. Bowling has always been such fun because we can laugh at how the balls roll, the excitement and also cheering when someone stike or spare. I enjoyed watching Eeyore’s boyfriend style of bowling – the spinner + hook unlike my straight style of bowling. Somehow, I seemed to have forgotten how to bowl a hook ball which I was being taught 2 years back when I joined the bowling club during my poly days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had bowled for 2 games, Tigger, “Mummy” and her daughter arrived to join us for the Wild Wild Wet. Out of so many rides, the most thrilling and excited me most is the Samsung slide. It was like riding on a roller coaster and its not surprised having me screaming at the top of my voice. Felt so relieved as it was like temporary letting out the stress and problems out from me. And the ride which I detested most is the dark hold slide. It was so dark inside that I couldn’t even see my hand nor any beam of light. It gave me the thoughts of being so lonely, helpless and searching for a way out or awaiting someone to rescue me. It saddens me for a moment. The slide should be named as “A world of darkness”. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to the Wild Wild wet, we head to Escape. There, I finally understood the fear that Eeyore had. She really got a weaker heart than I. She kept screaming and screaming at almost all of the rides we took except for the Gold Cart. She left me with no choice that instead of screaming, I was laughing my heart out as it seemed like she had screamed out everything thing that’s in me. LOL! Eeyore ah, must start building a stronger heart. It was indeed fun riding the rides with you! \(^_^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night falls. Again, I found myself in the bowling alley but playing with a different group of friends. Don’t get it that despite feeling so jaded, I bowled better than in this morning. The highest score I got was 145. Yippee~ It’s really a long long time since I had such a score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there goes the chalet. Time really flies very fast. Really wish to attend more chalets. Just simply because I loved the company of friends. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/ST%20colleagues.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;++ ST Colleagues ++ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/3%20%27Hunks%271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;++ The 3 "Hunks" ++ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/just%203%20of%20us%2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;++ Being Cheeky ++ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/angel%20n%20mandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;++ Tigger &amp; Innocent Gal ++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112791984838419496?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112791984838419496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112791984838419496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112791984838419496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112791984838419496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekends-had-passed-so-quickly-in-wink.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112723232223469072</id><published>2005-09-21T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:05:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night, came across the website for the Korean movie “April Snow” which will be launching on 13th October. Caught snapshots of about what this movie is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie will be a sad romance movie about how the couple met and their life in the previous relationship. Both parties have their own companionship. However, their companionship left them as they found someone better. Thus, both of them with hatred towards their companionship somehow distance themselves from another relationship. I’m given so few sentences in the snapshots. Yet, it caused me to imagine its storyline. It beings . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April (female lead actress) has always thought that her relationship is smooth sailing with few arguments. But, the smooth sailing relationship ended after 5 long years as her the other half has left her for another girl. She thought: Was it because we seldom quarrels till both parties take things for granted? Is it because of attention? Just piles and piles of thoughts keep stacking in her mind and tears rolled down her rosy cheeks. Stan (male lead actor) also shared the same fate as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one cold night, April and Stan brushed past each other as they were going back to their apartment. The tips of their fingers touched each other. Slowly, they turned back to look at each other. After that glance, sober April continued to walk towards her apartment. Since that night they met each other outside the corridor, whenever they saw each other, they would just have eye contact and followed by head bow. The hatred in them for the opposite gender grew intensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till one day, Stan plucked the courage as he was curious why April always look so solemn. April gradually opened up and shared her problems. As both of them had a bad relationship, they comforted each other and as days past, the hatred gradually wore off. They tried as they might to avoid falling for each other but they couldn’t avoid the chemistry between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho… I only imagine till this part. As for the latter part of the story, I’ll continue writing when I have thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched too many love television programs today – A stairway to heaven and Shooting Stars. Both also related to romance. In today’s episode, both shared a common conclusion. Both lead actress like the lead actors but they never voice out their feelings nor let the other party know what they are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why some girls tend to hide their feelings and problems? Why can’t they voice them out? What are they actually afraid of? What makes them react in such a manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own opinion, girls hide their feelings because they fear of rejection. They feared that once they admit in having certain feelings for someone, the guy might avoid them or worst scenario, the lost of a valued friendship. Some girls may be tough on the outer surface without showing their feelings or sadness, but deep down they need help in their problems. They wanted to share their problems but somehow they don’t know how to express themselves. They acted tough because they do not want others to worry for them or keep probing them about what had happened. Girls are still girls. They are fragile inside them and they do cry. No matter how tough or career minded woman can now be, they still need a shoulder to lean on. Someone to comfort them. Someone to shower them with love and concern. Someone to pamper. Simply because they are still ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/romantic1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112723232223469072?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112723232223469072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112723232223469072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112723232223469072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112723232223469072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-night-came-across-website-for.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112705988355151155</id><published>2005-09-19T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:08:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HaPPy MooNcAkE FeStiVal! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Housewife” Part II – The cuckoo bird chirp twelve times indicating its noon time. Yawn~ No more time to laze around. “Get yourself out of the bed and start doing your laundry,” kept ringing in my mind. I had forgotten to do my laundry over the past few days as I thought I had done it. Oh gosh! See how forgetful I’ve been recently. Think one of these days, my forgetfulness will get me into trouble. Perhaps I might forget who I am and where I should be. Rubbish! That will only happen if I really lost my memories. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun is playing me out today and somehow it had self declare off day perhaps thinking its Mooncake festival. How can my clothes dry on time for me to iron my working clothing for the following week? Sigh! When everything seems to go against me, god seems to hear my troubles and ask the “wind” to help me in my laundry. Heehee. Must really thanks the “wind” else I can’t imagine what am I going to wear for work tomorrow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After doing my laundry, I shared a packet of bee hoon with my sister. Recently, I didn’t have much appetite probably because of the jab I took on Tuesday and with my skin condition, I refrained myself from eating too much and also to watch what I consume. Mum later commented that I’ve put on weight. Oh my god! “Put on weight?” It’s a no-no for me. I joked with my mum that I think I’ve to resume my gym session again. My sister added on “Who asked you to always eat good food and always sit at your office desk?” Hrmp. I don’t have a choice. My job scope required me to be desk bounded. Flashing back my previous part time job as I worked as a waitress at Ritz Carlton, I loved the job very much as I had the opportunity to communicate to my guests and also to attend to their needs. I also appreciate to have the chance to meet many top statues and actors and actress coming from different countries. But then there is price to pay. I’ve to withstand the long working hours and standing which resulted in some veins which had appeared at my legs and also to relinquish my beauty sleep. I never regret working as a waitress as I had gain many experiences and memories. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner – Since today is mooncake festival, my sister gave us a treat at a nearby coffee shop. A total of six people including my sister’s boyfriend, Tong and my boyfriend, Xiang, we had a big feast. The most eyeing food is definitely my favourite food – The Chilli Crabs. Sadly, I can only see the remaining of the other five people enjoying the scrumptious crabs and I’m so tempted to eat. I had to forgo taking crabs, prawns, alcohol or food that consists of coconuts due to my skin irritation and my sister and Xiang kept tempting me. Hmm. It’s okay. In a few months time, if my condition gets better I’m going to eat my crabs. Now, I’ll “ren”. Heehee. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog – Yesterday, I stood up till 4am to figure out how to manage the blog. Sounds like an IT nerd right? Sigh~ Programming was the passion I had while I was studying as an IT student in poly. Whenever I want to implement some functions for my project which I do not know how to do, I will always consult my friends and lecturers and at times, I’ll go to the library to borrow some programming books to guide me along. And yet, yesterday I was defeated by html codings. Come on. I learned that in poly. I admit that I really forgotten most of my codings and I know something must be done. So last night, did sought help from a kind hearted friend of mine who helped me to refresh my senile memory and going through the explanation of codings and server things. Really thanks a lot! Think I really need to dig out my books and start reading it up. Sob sob! I don’t want to become an IT nerd. In just a short short period of time, I can’t imagine myself being caught in such a state! =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112705988355151155?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112705988355151155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112705988355151155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112705988355151155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112705988355151155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-mooncake-festival-housewife-part_19.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112698181318383595</id><published>2005-09-18T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:08:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday should be a best day to spend with loved ones or out partying the night out. Guess today not the day for me to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at around 2pm, I lazed around aimlessly at home and trying to get every tiny whiny bit of ideas to beautify my blog for whole 2 hours before settling down for some mooncakes as my “breakfast”. That was bad for my stomach. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued watching my vcd – “A date with vampires 3”. The episode was about how Mo Yao and Ma Xiaoling became close sisters and what they had went through. Pity Mo Yao. Her first boyfriend died and she couldn’t get over it after a decade of her life has passed. Another guy, Mars, fell for her and waited for her for more than 5 years for her return from USA. When she returned back to Hongkong, Mars initiated and asked her out for dinner. He even bought her a wedding ring. But, Mo Yao, afraid to face the fact and requested Mars to give her more time to sort out her feelings. Sadly, Mars died in a mission and Mo Yao was so depressed. Yet again, she wanted to choose the path of avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this scene, made me realize I’m actually like Mo Yao who always choose to avoid the reality. Somehow, I feel that I couldn’t accept the fact when something crops up. I believed in perfection which doesn’t seem to exist in this world. Great disappointed wore on my face if I failed to perform to my expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching, I transformed into “housewife”. Vacuuming and mopping the floor took me an hour. Oh~ I missed my part-time tai tai life. Why am I doing all this on Saturday? Hrmp~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night – Together with my family, we went out to nearby coffee shop to have our dinner. Everything went smoothly until the time when we board a bus back to the interchange. We went to the upper deck of the bus and I sat alone. All of a sudden, a drunken man came from behind and sat besides me. Thinking that he will get off the next bus stop, I continued looking outside the window. But this guy never alight on the next, next and the next bus stop. Instead, I noticed that he kept looking at me and my legs and shifting nearer and nearer to me. Argggg…. He’s pissing me off! I hate guys who do that. I couldn’t take it. I turned and told him “Excuse me” and he replied “Sorry”. Sorry? Sorry for what? That’s what I was thinking at that time. I stood up and told him “I want to get off”. And he let me out. I walked straight to the front and sat beside a lady. Glancing at the reflections of the glass, I noticed that the guy is still looking at me. So angry! Feel like slapping him. Of course my parents saw the entire incident as they just sat behind me and when they alighted, they even told me if the guy laid his hands on me, my dad won’t hesitate to fight with him. Heehee. Parents are forever there to protect their children. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16836481-112698181318383595?l=littlepiglet12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/feeds/112698181318383595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16836481&amp;postID=112698181318383595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112698181318383595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16836481/posts/default/112698181318383595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepiglet12.blogspot.com/2005/09/saturday-should-be-best-day-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>little piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01605070243461179379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16836481.post-112697688047197308</id><published>2005-09-16T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:01:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s just 2 more days to MoonCake Festival. Many years back, I’m seen running around with lanterns; lightning up candles and also setting up fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year, after about 2-3 years of not celebrating this joyous occasion with my friends, I am able to bring back my childhood memories once again by celebrating it with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our dinner, we strolled to the park located besides Esplanade. It’s kind of weird going to the park as there are many couples over there. Who cares? We ended up lightning the candles and the 5 lanterns which we bought (Oh! Sweet Eeyore gave me a pink lantern) thus breaking the peaceful night for lovers. Poor them. After which, it seems to be photo taking time. Posing different poses and with different people. Laughter filled the air forcing the couples to move off to another quieter area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the atmosphere of having to celebrate moon cake festival without moon cakes? Ta-da. Comical Eeyore even brought 2 mini moon cakes with her to share around. “Ni nong wo nong” and must have moon cakes in order to “shang yue”. Heehee… So thoughtful of her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/IMG_04131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah! We've lit up our lanterns. Cheese~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/IMG_0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;4 girls power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The candles in the lanterns melted away as the night passed. Kind soul Tigger offered to help me change the candle in my lantern. Never did I expect her to set part of my lantern on fire. Oh gosh! There goes my pink lantern. I turned to her and said “I’m going to burn your lantern later.” *Evil grin. Nonetheless, her lantern was completely swallowed up by the fire as the candle burn till its end. Haha. She’s worst than me. Her entire lantern turned into ashes. Heehee… Eeyore, Eeyore's boyfriend and I were laughing our heart out. Ho ho ho. Poor Tigger. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/IMG_0451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poor Lantern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/720/1609/320/IMG_04551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tigger's lantern burnt to ashes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went off accompany Tigger to wait for her bus before Eeyore, Eeyore's boyfriend and I flag for cab. To our dismay, none of the cab picked us up despite having the “Taxi” green light on. We ended up taking the bus 502 and spent our time sleeping on the bus.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was too tired to even notice that Eeyore and Eeyore's boyfriend alighted the bus. In fact, I was woken up by some commotion. Initially, I thought it was Eeyore who called me up and I was like looking at her in a shocked manner wandering why she sat besides me and where Eeyore's boyfriend is. Later did I realize that it wasn’t her sitting beside me. It was a mid 30s lady yakking away with another lady. Oh my god! What a mistake I’ve made! Don’t blame me. =( I’m sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home – After bathing, starting to feel itchy again. I glanced down my legs and red spots starting to surface. My heart sank. I just don’t know why each time I got the itch, I will feel very pessimistic and down. I will just keep thinking and thinking. I just don’t know that I’ve taken the jab and the medicine for about 3 days and why after 3 days it starts surfacing again. It’s really irritating. Whenever I suffer from it, I need to cool myself down to prevent the rash from spreading. Each time it took me about 20 minutes to 1.5hours. It’s tiring. Save me! 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