<?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-20868523</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:58:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snort with joy! oink!joy!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20868523.post-115349562032214760</id><published>2006-07-21T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:33:33.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>of ugh.i'm too tired and lazy to carry on blogging. maybe i should just delete my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i need a camera!&lt;br /&gt;i need money.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed oral. said a myraids of 'ya's. reminded myself profusely to stop saying 'ya' but i just couldnt stop it. so, &lt;s&gt;ya&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;s&gt;ya&lt;/s&gt;, that was partly how i screwed my oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRABBY!&lt;br /&gt;miss sia's surprise turned out to be great. abdullah to came in vivaldi room at the most unexpected time(for her case, i meant. all of us knew exactly what was going on) -chuckles- anyway. yea. so he came in with a bunch of balloons, all spruced up in a tuxedo and hat, with a bunch of balloons in his hand. NEAT!&lt;br /&gt;hm, would be better if the balloons were a bouquet of red roses instead. aw!&lt;br /&gt;then we watched this video. which had this embarrassing scene.. oh god.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;had the whole band &lt;s&gt;luffing&lt;/s&gt; guffawing. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;so the video's like.. everyone from band were filmed saying "happy birthday, miss sia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next part of the video was a touching one.&lt;br /&gt;when fond memories were brought back thru it...&lt;br /&gt;while "if we hold on together' was being played in the background.&lt;br /&gt;really felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;just as all of us were reminiscing and on the verge of bursting into tears.&lt;br /&gt;miss sia had to leave the room to answer a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTI-CLIMAX CAN! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;so everything.. well almost everything, turned out as planned.i think :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, carnival day was bloody tiring and boring.BLEGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-115349562032214760?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/115349562032214760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=115349562032214760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/115349562032214760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/115349562032214760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-115271566792399041</id><published>2006-07-12T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:47:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY WALLET AND PHONE, :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an anecdote of wat happened:&lt;br /&gt;UGH! ok, my luck's been down.&lt;br /&gt;firstly,i lost my beloved wallet&lt;br /&gt;then my sis, some way or other, caused my computer monitor to crash down the table and on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, crashing my handphone.. which was on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was.. stumped.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.to prove my luck wasn't getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;my comp broke down.&lt;br /&gt;i was groggy that day. gave a random kick to the comp.&lt;br /&gt;and there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my dad managed to fix it! yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;yea. so i've been estranged from my comp and now i'm making it up by making sure i'm spending quality time with it. MUACKS! love u, comp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is BORING!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy. i wanna kick my own ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!?@#$%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-115271566792399041?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/115271566792399041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=115271566792399041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/115271566792399041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/115271566792399041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-loving-memory-of-my-wallet-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-115018096243030964</id><published>2006-06-12T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:42:42.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SICK, TIRED AND FED UP! I FEEL LIKE THE THIRD WHEEL. WHY DOESNT ANYONE FUCKING CARE!? WHY DOESNT ANYONE SPARE A THOUGHT FOR ME?!? DAMN. I FEEL SO BETRAYED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-115018096243030964?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/115018096243030964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=115018096243030964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/115018096243030964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/115018096243030964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sick-tired-and-fed-up-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-114973978680198079</id><published>2006-06-07T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:09:46.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOOOOOO. i'm too lazy to blog. i feel jaded, torpid. sick of my life, sick of...&lt;br /&gt;why cant you ppl be possibly more thoughtful? damn it. pigheaded people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay ekeing out money to buy those 'yummy' earrings from topshop. and yes, i've pierced my ears.&lt;br /&gt;it was a freaking bad experience. probably because the lousy doctor didnt numb my ears. he just applied alcohol and stapled those studs onto my earlobe, virtually.&lt;br /&gt;that day was 6/6/06. and the doc asked if i particularly chose this day to do it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly glad, it was OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you noe the Xiao Mei from desperate houswives is actually the niece of Foreign Minister George Yeo? she's a singaporean!!! ya ok, duh.&lt;br /&gt;got it from 8 days la :(&lt;br /&gt;and MAGGIE Q -Q for Quigley- is SO HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Quigley is so weird.hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;(no wonder she's better known as maggie Q.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INEEDMONEYINEEDMONEYINEEDMONEYINEEDMONEYINEEDMONEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-114973978680198079?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/114973978680198079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=114973978680198079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114973978680198079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114973978680198079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/06/noooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-114536373987529544</id><published>2006-04-18T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:35:40.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey you!&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging! woots.&lt;br /&gt;hm. i guess my life's pretty much a rut.&lt;br /&gt;it's such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing better to do and i'm cooped up in my boring little room.&lt;br /&gt;and even if i do get out of my boring little room, i'll be visting the same ol' boring places.&lt;br /&gt;and even i visit the same ol' boring places, i cant purchase anything, for CRYING OUT LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna be rich. filthy rich! i dun mind joining the tai-tais and acting like one in their opulent elites. lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for money. you see :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grass is always greener on the other side. who doesnt want to be richer right?!&lt;br /&gt;freeeeeeeeeeeak. am i too materialistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. let it be that way then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sayin that i blame my family for that. no way and way no!&lt;br /&gt;i love my family. although my mum nags too much, my dad farts too much(oops i've blurted it out), my sis is.. uh. inexplicable and my brother pesters me to play with him. my family is still rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lalala. i noe this is late but yea. mardi gras/&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;muddy grass;) &lt;/span&gt;at tj was fun! met kim,jules,ws,elc there!&lt;br /&gt;and i went with liqin,shermaine,pohyi&amp;evelyn&lt;br /&gt;saw the jazz band performed(they was such a blast!).&lt;br /&gt;saw the riveting dance performance: the dancers were clad in flamboyant outfits and their dance was sure.. neat!&lt;br /&gt;yea and of course i watched aida dance! gawd, she &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; is pretty, especially with makeup on! bet some of the guys drenched their shirts with their drool. you go, BABE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing pretty well for my tests so far. i reaaaaaaaalllllly hope it'll always be that way.&lt;br /&gt;man please let it happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-114536373987529544?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/114536373987529544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=114536373987529544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114536373987529544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114536373987529544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-you-im-blogging-woots.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-114405825601116923</id><published>2006-04-03T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:59:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;havent blogged since a billion years(yea ok. exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;so i shall blog concisedly about past happenings. ya ok sports' day. boring as ever. everyone's energy was drained and we were all schmoozing and lying around. some went really high - but their energy still got drained, in fact, twice as fast.&lt;br /&gt;yea after that we went for sectional lunch. "sectional" lunch actually. cuz only the 5 of us went. the sec1s and 2s couldnt go, well that's wat they said and wong lq and mainey tan had some project. what a bummer. evelyn,poi,mel,caryl and me went to tampines and caryl recommended this pizza outlet, New york pizza.it turned out that all of us, except caryl couldnt finish our portion. i was tearing throughout the meal cuz the pizza was damn spicy can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. CARYL IS SUCH A BIG EATER!&lt;br /&gt;after her pizza, she even bought this egg thingy. i dunno what it's called. but yea. and all of us already felt like puking, after having eaten so much. like what theeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.so we just jalan jalan and crapped as usual. blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ok today, yay got back maths paper. got quite high. for the first time in this year. thank god! ok byeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-114405825601116923?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/114405825601116923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=114405825601116923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114405825601116923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114405825601116923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/04/havent-blogged-since-billion-yearsyea.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-114152761796750477</id><published>2006-03-04T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T19:00:17.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is a rut. the doctor says i need alot of sports. is shopping considered a sport? geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-114152761796750477?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/114152761796750477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=114152761796750477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114152761796750477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114152761796750477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-life-is-rut.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-114033877660429092</id><published>2006-02-19T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:46:16.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SS is sooo boring so i stopped studying and stop by to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I just went to beeps' blog and it was not responding.my computer had an error and the system just lagged out. HAHAHA! goes to show that my computer doesnt like beep neither :P&lt;br /&gt;but wth. i went to my blog and the same thing happened!ugggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;my computer was probably too excited to see its owner's blog.&lt;br /&gt;:)true. true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously got nothing to blog about can. i need to go out badly.&lt;br /&gt;nono. anywhere besides school and..ugh u noe what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-114033877660429092?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/114033877660429092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=114033877660429092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114033877660429092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114033877660429092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/02/ss-is-sooo-boring-so-i-stopped.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-114019193711844764</id><published>2006-02-17T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:48:38.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been a good girl lately. i've been blogging more avidly. yay. rounds of applause. give me pats on my back. muacks muacks. i would like to thank my blog for urging me to blog frequently and CAUSING ME TO FAIL MY BLOODY A MATHS PAPER! yes it's bloody.it looks bloody, because my tears has smudged the red ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i did not even shed a single tear. not even crocodile tears or [happy]pig tears.i am so noble. don't u think?! no? &lt;a href="mailto:!@*$"&gt;!@*$&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;i arrbiishh euu denn euu noe horrshxz__*]]&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. ok. back to my point. yea. i've got a pathethic &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9.5/40&lt;/span&gt; for my lovely amaths paper. how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;GLORIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;i wanna tell the whole world what an overachiever i am at failing!YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-114019193711844764?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/114019193711844764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=114019193711844764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114019193711844764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114019193711844764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-been-good-girl-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-114018769671083514</id><published>2006-02-17T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T06:48:16.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY,  I SHALL POSE YOU WITH THIS QUESTION: WHY DO SOME(oh thank, god) GUYS CARRY TOTE BAGS? hm.&lt;br /&gt;haha dont you find it uber gay and and just.. wrong?&lt;br /&gt;but it's really hilariousx)x)&lt;br /&gt;i saw this malay guy carrying a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;black esprit tote&lt;/span&gt;. eeks&lt;br /&gt;it's tantamount to seeing another guy wearing a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roxy cap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;or seeing a guy wearing a shirt which says,"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B.I.T.C.H. Babe In Total Control of Herself&lt;/span&gt;".(the above are based on true life experiences)xD haha.&lt;br /&gt;It is so darn weird. haa.&lt;br /&gt;and swallow this!&lt;br /&gt;i saw an old man wearing a cap with the word,"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt;" stewn across it.&lt;br /&gt;and a middle-aged woman wearing a shirt which says,"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm just a teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;oh ok.so you want to relive your teenage years? and so u're insisting u're JUST a teenager. uh ok?point taken. oh what a wrinkled teen, you are xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye. sorry i've seriously got nothing to post about. oh ya! and on valentines' day. i saw this guy holding a bouquet of flowers(probably about to give it to his lover). and he was gazing at it and smiling sheepishly to himself. oh, what a love-sick man.&lt;br /&gt;but lo and behold!                             he gave the flowers to yours truely.. ME!&lt;br /&gt;yea. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;i've only got a rose and a small bouquet from elc and lorraine. ):&lt;br /&gt;hey! but i've got lotsa goodies from my classmates and section-mates can. haha.feeling so super guilty now. 'cause i didnt giv them anything:/&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;s&gt; SWEAR&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;promise&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;will&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'll get you something next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-114018769671083514?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/114018769671083514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=114018769671083514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114018769671083514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/114018769671083514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-i-shall-pose-you-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-113837207795980183</id><published>2006-01-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T06:35:43.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. back from obs. and when i reached home, i made sure i spent QUALITY time with my toilet bowl, bed and computer. so shiok. i just rested on my bed and before i knew it.. bam! i was asleep. i'm such a pig. but a superduperhappy one (: yay cny!!!!!!!!!! AND MY UNCLE GAVE ME CREATIVE ZEN NANO PLUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but it's dark blue.navy blue. haa and i complained it to my uncle and i got kinda scolded by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this post is soo boring. i know laaaaaaaaaaaaaa. rahh!!i still have a mountain of homework to do. wth.can't they let us spend cny in ease? :(:( failed my first chem test. i'm soooooooo proud of myself :):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to mug..really badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-113837207795980183?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/113837207795980183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=113837207795980183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/113837207795980183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/113837207795980183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-113749653368801324</id><published>2006-01-17T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T03:21:33.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh. i'm so lethargic. 3rd week of school. and i'm dying already. but i'm holding on.. even though my palms are sweaty and i'm about to lose grip. but i'm still HANGING ON, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. so when everyone was frantically highlighting their textbooks and coping down copious notes, i just sat there scribbling on my notebook or trying to keep myself awake. DO YOU NOE HOW TIRING IT IS!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i miss the holdiays. oh why oh why didnt i chrish them. if only time could be reversed. and blabla a whole load of crap. so corny can. after much endurance and determination to stay awake, SCHOOL WAS FINALLY OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there was just SOO much more energy in me when school's over.haha. yea pretty miraculous. soooooo we went to tm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now now. studying and shopping are too two different things. studying requires you to go crazy and start growing white hair all over the place. [ew that sounds wrong.] while shopping fills every fibre of ur being with vigour. yes. how corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and that's&lt;/span&gt; the reason &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why i did so badly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and last year i told myself that this year will be a new year, when i swot my brains out and grow white hair all over the place and ace in my studies. but this year i start telling myself that i can still relax cuz 'o' levels are next year. and then next year... i'll start bawling and regret that i didnt study better for the past three years. how corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eh. i realised i always end my paragraph with "corny". how corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've done it again(: my blogskin's nice rite? haha. i design one u noe?s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o ego. but i like can. social studies workbook is just in front of me and suddenly i feel so nausea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh,the study blues :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;btw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sean is nice to talk to on msn! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-113749653368801324?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/113749653368801324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=113749653368801324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/113749653368801324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/113749653368801324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</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-20868523.post-113724277853154943</id><published>2006-01-14T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T04:46:18.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SNORT WITH ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20868523-113724277853154943?l=happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/feeds/113724277853154943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20868523&amp;postID=113724277853154943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/113724277853154943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20868523/posts/default/113724277853154943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-as-a-pig-is.blogspot.com/2006/01/snort-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16397367602336502031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
