<?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-26657542</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:53:22.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-4346580089060227019</id><published>2011-06-29T11:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:31:20.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you I'm a slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, honestly I had trouble accessing Blogger after such a long hiatus. I forgot the email I registered my blog under and I had to go through a series of trial and error before I'm here. *wipes sweat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it has been ages and I'm here with the sole purpose of injecting the slightest form of life into an otherwise pulse-less blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half of 2011 has already passed and truth be told I have been slacking for the past few months. And slacking is so freaking awesome, especially when you know that in a matter of a few months you'll be as busy as hell. Rise and shine at 11am almost everyday is a luxury, albeit at the expense of having a monthly income of a big fat zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I see no point in working my butt off like every day. It's my holiday and I should enjoy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm, I sense a mild pulse rate on this poor thing. At this rate of one post per year, I think my blog needs a miracle. Bye bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4346580089060227019?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4346580089060227019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4346580089060227019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4346580089060227019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4346580089060227019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-told-you-im-slacker.html' title='I told you I&apos;m a slacker'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-7939252944099648686</id><published>2010-03-06T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:33:16.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hi again</title><content type='html'>Wow, it feels weird blogging again though this is probably just one more post (until months later). Another I-need-to-blog inducing factor will typically be when the holidays are gonna end and I will be here virtually screaming that "HOLIDAYS ARE ENDING!" as though nobody else realises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are getting pretty serious for JC2 already, considering it's the A Level year. GP which used to be let's-listen-to-the-teacher-talk-crap-for-1-hour became pretty serious brain cell-diminishing stuff (talk about AQ, man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna work hard this year! And for every year, as a matter of fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7939252944099648686?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7939252944099648686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7939252944099648686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7939252944099648686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7939252944099648686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2010/03/say-hi-again.html' title='Say hi again'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-4870690084530158186</id><published>2009-11-07T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:08:28.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still remember I have a blog. I think.</title><content type='html'>I am finally liberated from the evil clutches of PW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my Oral Presentation and well, I screwed up my Q &amp;amp; A. The question I got was okay, not exactly weird, but it's just that I did not think of that question beforehand. Just my luck. I prepared 13 questions beforehand and none of them came out. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Bad news aside, PW is over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4870690084530158186?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4870690084530158186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4870690084530158186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4870690084530158186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4870690084530158186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-still-remember-i-have-blog-i-think.html' title='I still remember I have a blog. I think.'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-7506963421961421336</id><published>2009-08-30T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:54:21.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and ever</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know it's taking FOREVER for me to blog. But anyway, I am like seriously busy (the only day I have CCA is on Tuesday!). I am seriously in mug-till-your-pen-drops mode (I always spin my pens, so it's not surprising if they drop frequently)&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, tomorrow is half-day for Teacher's Day celebrations. Can't wait to go back to NCHS to meet the PAJIAO gang! Long time since we all met. Might catch a movie after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off here, with a super short post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7506963421961421336?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7506963421961421336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7506963421961421336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7506963421961421336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7506963421961421336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/08/forever-and-ever.html' title='Forever and ever'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8894713542565381469</id><published>2009-05-12T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:00:35.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make your holiday a FRUITFUL one!</title><content type='html'>Just digress from the title a little bit, I know I have been neglecting this blog so badly I can hear it whining but it isn't really my fault. I am so busy and I need somemore to tell me the definition of tired because I was so tired I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, my holiday is COMPLETELY not a holiday at all. Absolutely not. And if you think I'm just exaggerating and making a big fuss out of a week when we got to go back for school, think again. I've got to travel allllllll the way to NTU every single weekday for my H3 Star Programme. Just like a 9 - 5 job. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know what I got myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for all of you out there whose holidays are very free and relaxed, make your holidays more meaningful! Do your part for the Singapore Cancer Society by volunteering yourself as a volunteer (duh). Basically, all you have to do is to help sell some goods (I know my phrasing somehow makes it sound illegal, but rest assured, perfectly legal) like fruits and some really cute badges during the street sales. Well of course CIP hours are awarded accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, shall abandon my blog again for now. If you're interested in the CIP thingy I was talking about, check out &lt;a href="http://sunshineyourheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sunshineyourheart.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. I'm the Finance Director okay! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8894713542565381469?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8894713542565381469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8894713542565381469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8894713542565381469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8894713542565381469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-your-holiday-fruitful-one.html' title='Make your holiday a FRUITFUL one!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6981825018766019166</id><published>2009-04-11T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:10:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tock</title><content type='html'>I can feel my laptop is gonna die out soon because I have experienced temporary hardware failure and erm, lagging. I am considering a MacBook (the cheapest one la, I am very budget) or just some random laptop with good specifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my laptop is ageing and it's quite obvious it's greying! (FYI, my laptop is grey to begin with) Haha, going back to NCHS the coming Friday for the school anniversary. Going for dinner with PJ after that! Looking forward to it! It has been ages since we last met! Okay, not exactly. We just met during the March holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PI SUCKS! My PW teacher sucks even more. So does PW to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6981825018766019166?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6981825018766019166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6981825018766019166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6981825018766019166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6981825018766019166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/04/tick-tock.html' title='Tick tock'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8810215805045872875</id><published>2009-03-13T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:41:47.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I see the difference</title><content type='html'>I just keep recalling how free I always was when I was in NCHS. It's like, so few projects and stuff. And now, exhibiting themselves in front of me are truckloads of tutorials, projects, CCA camps and some lame class video contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, although I agree that the very thought of having a class MV contest for April's Fool Day is rather stupid and time-wasting, we still have to do it since its MANDATORY for reasons a sane mind will fail to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we got to do it anyway, must as well make the best of it. And since the whole idea is LAME in the first place, it actually suits LAME and crappy people like myself. Haha, so Tzumi, Yicen and I were discussing about what we can include in the video and came up with parts we thought were funny. Notice the keyword is 'thought'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing during the Chem lecture and I was so distracted that I didn't really catch what the lecturer said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of my class!!! Somehow, I feel that we are blending into the background as well. I guess, apart from mugging, NJCians are pretty good at camouflaging too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Sbphu4EBUbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RcEpsYRHtmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312666168388047282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Sbphu4EBUbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RcEpsYRHtmQ/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" 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/26657542-8810215805045872875?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8810215805045872875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8810215805045872875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8810215805045872875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8810215805045872875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-i-see-difference.html' title='Now I see the difference'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Sbphu4EBUbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RcEpsYRHtmQ/s72-c/IMG_0449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-2777680469962940431</id><published>2009-03-07T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:18:18.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First class outing!</title><content type='html'>We had our first class outing today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a start, one-fifth of the class turned up!!! Which is erm, 5 to 6 people. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Plaza Sing for the movie, Push. I liked the special effects and the different terms for the various people with different powers. The movie was shot in Hong Kong. Some parts are funny in a stupid way. Watch it and you'll know. The ending was quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have our dinner at Kopitiam, after that we hanged out outside PS until like 9.30. Most of the time we were talking and gossiping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-2777680469962940431?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/2777680469962940431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=2777680469962940431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2777680469962940431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2777680469962940431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-class-outing.html' title='First class outing!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-3791736851322843303</id><published>2009-02-24T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:53:37.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song Dedication...</title><content type='html'>To my favourite Chem lecturer (not tutor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seldom that I actually praise teachers on my blog, so what you are witnessing is a rare occurrence that will seldom happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank her for her selfless contributions to the well-being of her students. Her patience, her intellect and her unique style of teaching has broadened my horizons significantly, to such a colossal extent that this dedicated blog entry may be insufficient to do her any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her uncanny ability to interact with the students during lectures and the connection between the teacher and student are beyond what words can describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best I could do, is to dedicate a song to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Hypnotizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstar, where you from? How's it going?&lt;br /&gt;I know you got a clue what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here&lt;br /&gt;But I know what you are, what you are, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you gettin' more than just a re-up&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up&lt;br /&gt;Fakin' like a good one but I call 'em like I see 'em&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are, what you are, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypnotizer, Hypno-Hypnotizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're a Hypnotizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, Hypnotizer, oh, you're a Hypnotizer baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You, you-you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you, you-you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypnotizer, Hypnotizer, Hypnotizer(Hypnotizer)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x Avogadro's constant until you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I, I know just-just what you are, are, are (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You) You got me sleeping&lt;br /&gt;(You) You're oh so boring&lt;br /&gt;(You) But I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;(You) Hypnotizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whyfiles.org/shorties/061hypnosis/images/spiral_animation.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whyfiles.org/shorties/061hypnosis/images/spiral_animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://whyfiles.org/shorties/061hypnosis/images/spiral_animation.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a waste of talent that she didn't train to be someone who chant prayers. Or at least you know, go for the psychiatrist interview because while others need to oscillate a chain and use other tools to hypnotize their patient, she just needs one --- her voice. Her soporifous, monotonous voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whyfiles.org/shorties/061hypnosis/images/spiral_animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://whyfiles.org/shorties/061hypnosis/images/spiral_animation.gif" 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/26657542-3791736851322843303?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3791736851322843303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3791736851322843303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3791736851322843303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3791736851322843303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-dedication.html' title='A Song Dedication...'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6477752203885679518</id><published>2009-02-23T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:50:29.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DELI-mma</title><content type='html'>With all the serious blog flaming incidents that are surfacing on our newspapers, I must be careful in what I say, because I have a tendency to criticise people I dislike a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am in a DELI-mma, and it's not about food really (Deli somehow links to food, get it?). LOL. Some stupid idiot midget (anonymity is good!) is pissing me off la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Physics sucks. Chem sucks. Econs sucks. Tell me what doesn't suck. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6477752203885679518?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6477752203885679518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6477752203885679518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6477752203885679518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6477752203885679518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/02/deli-mma.html' title='DELI-mma'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-7757622637770582721</id><published>2009-02-18T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:23:23.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the chances...?</title><content type='html'>that a former NC classmate for 2 years is in the same class as you, when there are 26 other classes that she can possibly get into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer: 1/27 times 1/27 (pointed out by the Cheena Killer Bee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results: You guessed it, I am in the same class as Tzumi for another 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it was so shocking. After we managed to squeeze our way through the crowd to examine the class allocation lists place in the Atrium, either one of us said "27" first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought she was saying MY class out loud and she thought I was saying HER class out loud. Turned out we are BOTH in the same class. Hilarious la. And totally expected. I mean, what are the chances?! Fate la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have to make new friends again. After interacting with our OG people, they split us up again and throw us into different classes. A bit pointless, but of course making more friends is not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09SH27, welcome the anti-social being!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7757622637770582721?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7757622637770582721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7757622637770582721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7757622637770582721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7757622637770582721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-are-chances.html' title='What are the chances...?'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-2447534535748428062</id><published>2009-02-13T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:48:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 06 WARRIORS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today, we had only 1 hour of Chem lectures and the rest is free time, but we had to stay back for a performace by T'ang Quartet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12.30pm, we had a OG6 Lunch Outing! Lol, the OGLs passed us the OG group photos we ordered and a disc with all the photos taken during the orientation inside. Aiyo, many with me inside are so unglamorous! Drats. We gave the OGLs a water bottle or something. I wasn't in charged of preparing it, I was only in charged of chipping in. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SZVd576W3xI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dLwCOeUhHFo/s1600-h/IMGP0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302247386215014162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SZVd576W3xI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dLwCOeUhHFo/s320/IMGP0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SZVd5u-_7VI/AAAAAAAAAPY/U8PuqBj6OZg/s1600-h/DSC06685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302247382744821074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SZVd5u-_7VI/AAAAAAAAAPY/U8PuqBj6OZg/s320/DSC06685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for lunch at Mac at KAP (King Albert's Place or smth). They started making weird concoctions using Milo, Green Tea, Iced Lemon Tea and Coke. We played the number game thingy and the loser had to drink a sip. I am so glad I didnt have to drink that stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-2447534535748428062?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/2447534535748428062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=2447534535748428062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2447534535748428062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2447534535748428062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/02/06-warriors.html' title='The 06 WARRIORS!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SZVd576W3xI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dLwCOeUhHFo/s72-c/IMGP0820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-4883803369331189017</id><published>2009-02-11T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:34:29.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot dot dot</title><content type='html'>I went for the squash try-outs today and the only thing that got squashed was my morale! Lol, because the ball I hit keep going sideways or up, up and away! It is my FIRST time playing anyway, not to mention the first time I held a squash racquet. I doubt I can get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall join Interact Club or something instead, or I &amp;amp; E. Haha. Shall consider later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got muggified! It's hard not to, considering the whole environment that is perfect for mugging. But I think it wouldnt last long, for me at least. Last time at the beginning of Sec 4, I was chiong-ing A Maths everyday when I'm at home, partly because of the motivation (aka PRESSURE that the gleeful Tzumi gladly provided). The exercise book where I wrote my solutions into was thrown into some desolated corner in my drawer after just like, one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SZK2ZhTCkmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wf3BhJr3Qqw/s1600-h/Image1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301500260919710306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SZK2ZhTCkmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wf3BhJr3Qqw/s320/Image1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, if you think I am really mugging in that picture, W-R-O-N-G. I posed for it in the library during our long breaks. Haha. I mean, if we were really mugging, who would have the time to snap a picture of me? Makes sense, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was thinking, since everyone already branded NJ as a mugger school, might as well just go with the drift. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4883803369331189017?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4883803369331189017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4883803369331189017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4883803369331189017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4883803369331189017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/02/dot-dot-dot.html' title='dot dot dot'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SZK2ZhTCkmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wf3BhJr3Qqw/s72-c/Image1518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-333291206612979684</id><published>2009-02-03T19:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:53:37.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Vida!</title><content type='html'>NJC is quite cool actually. I think the school compounds exudes a kind of class, especially when seen from the side gate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got pissed with the uniform lady. I think she thinks I am extremely fat! She told me the XL skirt fitted me. =.= Am I that big-sized?! Wah piang, I trusted her and regretted terribly afterwards ---the skirt was too long and loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took it back for exchange, the cashier lady asked me to line up again, but the queue was long, so I left. After school, I went back to exchange the skirt, she told me that L has no stock! GRRRR. She asked me to come back tomorrow, which is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most infuriating thing is AFTER QUEUING UP FOR 1 HOUR today, I was told L is already out of stock. Yeah, thanks a lot. Which means I wasted an hour of my time lining up in a queue that doesn't really move, only to be told that the size I want is not available. I don't know others, but I think this is DEFINITELY time well-spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but NJ's mass dance is quite well cheorographed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-333291206612979684?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/333291206612979684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=333291206612979684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/333291206612979684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/333291206612979684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/02/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva la Vida!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-4200026078856836431</id><published>2009-02-01T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:29:40.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end marks another beginning</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will the first day of JC life! I'll be going to NJC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall enjoy the remaining few hours of the holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4200026078856836431?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4200026078856836431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4200026078856836431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4200026078856836431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4200026078856836431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-marks-another-beginning.html' title='the end marks another beginning'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-1460137883500953028</id><published>2009-01-27T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:32:45.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Hexic!</title><content type='html'>Hexic is the game I am addicted to currently! It's really fun and addictive! Well, for this you'll have to use a lot of the brain juice and need to have some luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play it over here: &lt;a href="http://zone.msn.com/en/hexic/default.htm"&gt;http://zone.msn.com/en/hexic/default.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I play the Normal Mode. The timed mode adds on to the stress, which is already a lot to handle at the later stages of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you start clicking wildly in the beginning, you may get flowers easily. That's because you're lucky. And that's also because it's the beginning stages. BUT, later on in the game, time bombs will endanger your lives! Sometimes if you're lucky, the bomb falls in a place where you can easily get rid of it. Otherwise (which happens quite often), the bomb lands somewhere with no similarly-coloured pieces surrounding it. And that's when you have to crack that brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After DAYS of practice, I've finally beaten Tzumi's highscore!!! She got 222175. It's a very high score! And that time she got it, my usual standard is around like, 80 000+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was blogging about how her Hexic score is so good and how pro it is. While she was blogging, I was playing Hexic. AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she was about to finish the post about how great she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD HER I BEAT HER SCORE! MUAHAHAHAHHA! I got 265 375!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SX8Lsj8S01I/AAAAAAAAAOo/jZ6GU6Fp7AI/s1600-h/hexic.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So funny la! She had to edit her post again just as she was about to publish it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, but I think she can beat me score again la! =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SX8M2T98o9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sUpK7yMWZuE/s1600-h/hexiccc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295965814023562194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SX8M2T98o9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sUpK7yMWZuE/s320/hexiccc.bmp" 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/26657542-1460137883500953028?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/1460137883500953028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=1460137883500953028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1460137883500953028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1460137883500953028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/introducing-hexic.html' title='Introducing Hexic!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SX8M2T98o9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sUpK7yMWZuE/s72-c/hexiccc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-6477537257128300895</id><published>2009-01-27T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:13:27.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-U-S-Y</title><content type='html'>I am extremely busy these days, travelling from relatives's house to another, with regular gambling breaks in between. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went out at around 11+am and came back at 12am. Yikes. But since it's a once-a-year thing, should be alright. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha! Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6477537257128300895?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6477537257128300895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6477537257128300895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6477537257128300895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6477537257128300895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/b-u-s-y.html' title='B-U-S-Y'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-3960372762060977268</id><published>2009-01-25T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:16:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY is tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>My dad rented a car for the CNY so we decided to go cycling at East Coast yesterday. You know, usually when I cycle, we stop at the bridge and make a U-turn. But this time, we decided to break our record and continue the journey, which is astonishingly long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some distance beyond the bridge thingy, was the campsite we had the Sec 3 Camp! I didnt know it was so near! The place was eerily empty, but it brought back lots of memories. Some a bit xia sway too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a stone's throw away from the campsite was Changi Airport already! Though I don't know which terminal it is, it's still darn cool to see the SQ planes and the airport infrastructure through the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go further, but seeing that the whole stretch is like, only beside the canal, we decided to go back. I shall explore further next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to a relative's house for Reunion Dinner later. The gambling shall begin! I played Mahjong just now, but luck is not with me, sadly! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT GOOD LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3960372762060977268?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3960372762060977268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3960372762060977268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3960372762060977268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3960372762060977268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-is-tomorrow.html' title='CNY is tomorrow!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8957363907122100403</id><published>2009-01-23T19:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:46:20.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another PJ outing!</title><content type='html'>Finally, the 5 PJs come together again with a few agendas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exchange Tzumi's present for something else because Tzumi's other friends bought the same one for her already.&lt;br /&gt;(Moral of the story: Don't tell two groups of friends the same thing you want for birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sing KBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Force Jiapei to sing KBox with us. (She refuses to because she already did so yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing on MSN yesterday, whether to go to Kbox or not because Jiapei didn't want to go. The rest of us wants to go sing though, so we really wanted JP to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;bren says: i got a perfect idea. we go to starbucks, order a coffee, then&lt;br /&gt;talk and sing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef says: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzumi says: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef says: so xia suay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: good idea? perfect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef says: whole world looking at u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: nah,the whole world isnt in starbucks, although starbucks is in the whole world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzumi says: really arh. so we talk la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef says: force her go kbox with usss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: ok then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzumi says: so we ask her out and cheat her to kbox. good??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: stef in charged of the tape, tzumi in charge of the gag, i in charge of the ropes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzumi says: ok set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef says: LOLLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzumi says: perfect idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: tmr at 12.30 we grab her and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef says: lishan in charge of the sack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: yeah, this is a major plan. no screw-ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzumi says: k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef says: to kidnap cheena mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzumi says: so i sms jp and say we going out tgt tmr right? as plan initially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef says: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: yes. then after she arrive at somerset. i say i go toilet. then we lead her into a dark alley, then lishan use the sack to cover her head. meanwhile, i shall use my ropes to tie her hands and legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef says: i use the tape to tape her mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: on the count of 3, stef and tzumi carry her up and bring her to kbox, set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzumi and stef says: k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren says: great, now must make some evil laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, after countless refusals from Jiapei and the steep rates for KBox, we went with any alternative, a movie! Love Matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite okay, funny at some parts, although I think the other audience's laughter is a tad too exaggerating. Hmmm, maybe it's just my sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos we took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXm7jc-me4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/-_LyuBQs_VM/s1600-h/DSC01071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294469054699305858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXm7jc-me4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/-_LyuBQs_VM/s320/DSC01071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXm7jXUaIBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hwg3DHaqQuY/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294469053180157970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXm7jXUaIBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hwg3DHaqQuY/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXnIseRa5BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/N3gRaoSybN4/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294483503316657170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXnIseRa5BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/N3gRaoSybN4/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXnIsNpjCJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0l701Wkw9AM/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294483498854451346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXnIsNpjCJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0l701Wkw9AM/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXnKB066CyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRiGQRRUdY4/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294484969685125922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXnKB066CyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRiGQRRUdY4/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" 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/26657542-8957363907122100403?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8957363907122100403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8957363907122100403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8957363907122100403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8957363907122100403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-pj-outing.html' title='Another PJ outing!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXm7jc-me4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/-_LyuBQs_VM/s72-c/DSC01071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-79643544418931387</id><published>2009-01-21T18:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:50:42.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEW rooster hairstyle</title><content type='html'>Apart from our favourite Afro hairstyle, Babara's Hairsalon has once again came out with a new and equally ridiculous hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing to all, the NEW Rooster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXb4s7Gh6jI/AAAAAAAAANg/j7YRxPgMAdw/s1600-h/Image1377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293691862683609650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXb4s7Gh6jI/AAAAAAAAANg/j7YRxPgMAdw/s320/Image1377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293691858609971442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXb4sr7TIPI/AAAAAAAAANY/vv0APWT5hzo/s320/Image1375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this guy in the airport. I was there earlier today to fetch my dad, who came back for CNY. His hair isn't tied up or anything, so that tuff of hair which is out of place isn't a ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, the pictures aren't clear because a little chick walked by and told me that it would be downright obvious if I approached its father and snapped a picture of it. Carefully, I took these pictures from far with my phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because he did not comb his hair properly! Maybe he spread the gel, wax or maybe glue unevenly on his hair, resulting in this cataclysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXb9h6VvWII/AAAAAAAAANw/83Vsn6lSvC0/s1600-h/rooster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293697171058546818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXb9h6VvWII/AAAAAAAAANw/83Vsn6lSvC0/s400/rooster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Resembles, right?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, maybe not THAT much =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-79643544418931387?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/79643544418931387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=79643544418931387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/79643544418931387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/79643544418931387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-rooster-hairstyle.html' title='The NEW rooster hairstyle'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXb4s7Gh6jI/AAAAAAAAANg/j7YRxPgMAdw/s72-c/Image1377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-1828592864641484880</id><published>2009-01-19T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:08:21.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That is... *GASP* INSANE!</title><content type='html'>I just got the shock of my lifetime! A bit of an exaggeration, but I know you will feel the same after you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewer's discretion is advised. Please read warnings in detail before you proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Article may give you unnecessary pressure.&lt;br /&gt;2. Article may cause distress to reader.&lt;br /&gt;3. Article may (will) make you gasp.&lt;br /&gt;4. Article may make you change your opinion --- what may have been an exciting new phase in life before may now be a ticket to experience hell.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not open your mouth too wide when you're in shock. You don't want some airborne spores to settle in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;6. I know you will still read on despite the warnings. The warnings are thus, redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, buckle up your seat belts, we're in for a ride! A horror ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily Google-ing stuff about NJC just a moment ago until... *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;I SAW HOW THE SCHOOL PERFORMED FOR IT'S &lt;strong&gt;A LEVELS &lt;/strong&gt;in 07'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; top scorers got... &lt;strong&gt;8 DISTINCTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the figures! &lt;strong&gt;THREE &lt;/strong&gt;insane geniuses got &lt;strong&gt;EIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; Distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 7 Distinctions, guess how many got it. &lt;strong&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;. 17! Crazy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 other students have scored 6 Distinctions and another whopping 134 students scored 5 Distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breaks into a massive round of applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Isn't that like crazzzzyyyyy?! It's A levels, you know. Not the O Levels! Wah piang! *smacks head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is for NJ only. I can't believe I actually considered HCI! If NJ is already of that standard, I can't imagine how many got these kind of results in HCI and RJC. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so depressing la! Well, to those who just read this, erm, do some mental preparation for JC life. Cherish the remaining of your holidays now, from what the statistics show, JC's not gonna be easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-1828592864641484880?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/1828592864641484880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=1828592864641484880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1828592864641484880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1828592864641484880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-is-gasp-insane.html' title='That is... *GASP* INSANE!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8895355502343268217</id><published>2009-01-18T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:07:40.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for the Chinese 牛Year!</title><content type='html'>Okay la, I know I plagiarised the stupid title from Mediacorp =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: It's a very boring post. Skip if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was (and always am) a helpful person! Yesterday, I helped my mum with the spring cleaning. I was in charged of wiping the doors and the picture frames. From my daily observations, I always thought that the doors and picture frames were clean. Not until I took the bloody cloth and wipe those antique dust magnets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mopped the floor too! Being a very spoilt child (not that I am proud of actually), I seldom help out with the chores. Mopping is actually quite fun too! It's like, you must think of strategies to help make your mopping efficient. For example, you must remember the areas you've mopped already so that you won't re-mop the place again. I don't know why I'm making the whole mopping thing sound like a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went to Giant. They were selling those Emperor Tangerines. The small ones that are quite sweet. My brother and I were happily crowding around the trays like those kiasu aunties and grabbing the tangerines as the Giant staff unload the new ones. As I was picking halfway, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked around, expecting to see my mum, but instead I saw a toddler who was being carried by his dad (explains the ability to reach my shoulders). He was quite cute, so we're like smiling at him until we saw him place his fingers into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have slower comprehension abilities and do not understand the point I am trying to deliver, let me explain. Erm, it means he used his saliva-stained fingers to tap on (not wipe on, please!) my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at my Grandma's house, went to Jalan Kayu to get the potted Four Seasons Lime. $25 for two. Carried it back to the car while the leaves tickled me. I was being paranoid the whole time and kept feeling that some worm was crawling on me. It still feels itchy now, for some psychological reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXMpaLSPVAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/efglgqJ2-r0/s1600-h/Image1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292619516773094402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXMpaLSPVAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/efglgqJ2-r0/s320/Image1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've risked my sanity for these! Hopefully it gives me and my family good fortune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8895355502343268217?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8895355502343268217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8895355502343268217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8895355502343268217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8895355502343268217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-ready-for-chinese-year.html' title='Getting ready for the Chinese 牛Year!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXMpaLSPVAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/efglgqJ2-r0/s72-c/Image1366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-4295463593059404519</id><published>2009-01-16T20:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:29:11.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is so impromptu!</title><content type='html'>It was a bright and sunny Friday morning until it began to drizzle for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, reclining comfortably on my armchair as I watched IP MAN on the computer. ( I loved the fighting scenes! It was cool. My favourite move was the continuous punches, though the sound is obviously editted) I was proceeding to my second movie, Bedtime Stories, when my phone vibrated on the study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message read "Eh i got half day leave liao. Wan go out?" from Tzumi, the birthday girl who wanted to spend her birthday in a factory somewhere &lt;strong&gt;packing peanuts&lt;/strong&gt; (her cheap labour job). Apparently, her supervisor or whoever she addresses as Chio Bu (whom I heard, is the exact opposite of what her nickname suggests) has granted her the half-day leave she had requested for since Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Lishan, Jia Pei and I), being &lt;strong&gt;very nice people&lt;/strong&gt;, decided to cancel/postpone all our current plans so that we could go out with her. Afterall, it sucks to celebrate your birthday without friends. It's even suckier to celebrate it with... erm, peanuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXB_v2w3wJI/AAAAAAAAANI/PTTkZhwbz8A/s1600-h/peanut.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291870022291406994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXB_v2w3wJI/AAAAAAAAANI/PTTkZhwbz8A/s320/peanut.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The message came at 11.55am. After contacting everyone else and planning the location, what to do etc, it was already 12.35pm. We chionged to meet at 1pm in Compass Point. See, we're such good friends la! Even under these impromptu conditions, we still try our best to accomodate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Yes Man. It was hilarious and light-hearted. If you're those serious kind of people who cannot tolerate those nonsensical stuff, don't go near the cinema hall showing this movie. Maybe go to the one showing Seven Pounds (about car crash, suicide, organ donation. Serious enough huh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the movie and a visit to the toilet, this Tseng ar... She did something impromptu again! She said she had to leave to help her dad deliver flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao eh! One message, and we're all out. One call, and we're all going home. Tsk! Got pissed off for a while. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TZUMI&lt;/strong&gt;, the peanut packer who hopes she gets the sack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;you have got things to do,&lt;br /&gt;packing peanuts all day,&lt;br /&gt;till you smell like them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;*throws some confetti*&lt;br /&gt;Oops, ran out of confetti*&lt;br /&gt;*throws empty peanut shells instead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tzumi, just a warning. I heard... HEARD, okay, that if you pack too much peanuts, you'll become like...&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;THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/peanut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 446px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/peanut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*hears shouts of "LAME!"*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good, which means, MOTIVE ACHIEVED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4295463593059404519?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4295463593059404519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4295463593059404519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4295463593059404519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4295463593059404519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-is-so-impromptu.html' title='everything is so impromptu!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SXB_v2w3wJI/AAAAAAAAANI/PTTkZhwbz8A/s72-c/peanut.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-4684634020266748798</id><published>2009-01-15T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:06:57.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vexed no more</title><content type='html'>I've made up my choice, after days of consideration and many changes-of-mind.&lt;br /&gt;Shall apply later then, to put a halt to all the messed-up thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I click the Submit button will be the end to all these!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vexation will not go long though. Next thing to vex about will be the subject combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't regret my decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4684634020266748798?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4684634020266748798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4684634020266748798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4684634020266748798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4684634020266748798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/vexed-no-more.html' title='vexed no more'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-7269796987872074065</id><published>2009-01-12T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:24:29.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealed!</title><content type='html'>Finally got back the O Level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall give myself a pat on my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7269796987872074065?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7269796987872074065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7269796987872074065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7269796987872074065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7269796987872074065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/revealed.html' title='Revealed!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6379623953388736107</id><published>2009-01-11T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:00:14.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of Revelation!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The hall.&lt;br /&gt;The results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have been thinking of for these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking away, until it reaches 2pm. Right at that moment, the palpitating hearts of thousands will miss a beat as they receive their results.&lt;br /&gt;Not just any results --- THE O Level results. The results that they worked hard for, for 4 whole years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling the nerves already!!! Hopefully, I do well, all of my friends do well, I am happy, so are they, the teachers, the principal and everyone's parents. The whole world is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone and myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6379623953388736107?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6379623953388736107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6379623953388736107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6379623953388736107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6379623953388736107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-of-revelation.html' title='The Day of Revelation!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-5999386828159545010</id><published>2009-01-08T18:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:01:35.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a not-so-magical day</title><content type='html'>I am back in Singapore. I guess good times do pass extremely fast. Before you know it, it’s already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland’s Hollywood Hotel was pretty much a new and great experience for me. I’ve been to a few Disneylands, but had never stayed in any of their resort hotels, probably because of their gasp-inducing prices. But since they were having a promotion for the HK locals, we were able to get rather okay hotel rates. There was also this Stay and Play promotion which allowed hotel guests to visit the Theme Park for two days, but for the price of one. It’s pretty redundant anyway, since the theme park is small and can be easily covered in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SWXY55plpmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hOdYb0l2Nug/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288871826655913570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SWXY55plpmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hOdYb0l2Nug/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expose us to a panoramic sea view too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SWXaHYMbFwI/AAAAAAAAANA/IakWKkVbV7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288873157705012994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SWXaHYMbFwI/AAAAAAAAANA/IakWKkVbV7Y/s320/IMG_0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve been telling everyone not to go the HK Disneyland because it’s small, the games suck and all that stuff, but now after visiting the theme park once again (very contradictory of course), my stand had very magically (Disney’s favourite word) NOT changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is still small. Yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rides aren’t thrilling. Yes, they still aren’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I’m going to give them credit for is the addition of one new ride, Autopia and the new show, the Golden Mickeys. I’ll have to give Autopia my brutally honest comments. Riding a slow car with a track between the wheels just isn’t the thing for me. I prefer the Buzz Lightyear shooting game, whatever it’s called. All I know is you just grab the gun from its holder as your vehicle enters the play area, and start pulling the trigger wildly as you aim at targets to score points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Mickeys show was fantastic. In my humble opinion, I think the shows are better than the games. Their shows involve a lot of cast members (Disney’s magical name for their staff) and they usually put up a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SWXY7GWxc3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xjLYj6EdOO4/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288871847246525298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SWXY7GWxc3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xjLYj6EdOO4/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no Parades, very regretfully. It’s not exactly the best time to visit the theme park, because their Christmas celebrations were over, and their CNY celebrations haven’t started. AND there were no parades, perhaps due to the fact that the dancers are preparing for the CNY one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland aside, let me complain about this particular incident that almost spoilt the entire Disneyland stay. We had an enjoyable time in the Disneyland hotel. They had comfortable beds (lousy pillows though) and good service…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this eventful morning, the sky was clear and the Disney birds were chirping happily while perched on a wobbly tree branch in an imaginary jungle where Snow White and her seven midget friends live. The frolicsome deers galloped across the green fields as they welcomed yet another beautiful morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.needlegraphics-downunder.com/ezimerchant/images/bambi1_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.needlegraphics-downunder.com/ezimerchant/images/bambi1_sml.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family of four dragged their bulky luggage, which contained the bounty they have collected over 18 days, over the pretty Mickey Mouse carpet wand-stitched by the Fairy Godmother in the hotel lobby and out through the exit. Today was the day the family returned to Singapore. The bell boys helped us with the luggage and beckoned for a taxi to drive up from the taxi stand.&lt;br /&gt;As the vehicle pulled up, I caught a glimpse of the driver. Disheveled and messy, with a toothpick clamped between his rotting teeth. Poor toothpick, clamped between the yellowed teeth of a dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell boys and the driver loaded our luggage into the boot. Three luggage, 2 paper bags and a laptop went into the boot. We reached the airport in no time. The meter read $122.40. Usually, taxis charge another $5 for the use of the boot but his particularly greedy madman clicked on the “Extras” button (adds $5 to the fare with every click) as if it was the button on a faulty vending machine which failed to give him the packet drink he had already paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shamelessly added $30. When my dad asked him what that $30 was for, he said that it was for the SIX pieces of luggage we placed in his fucking boot. WTF?! Who in the right mind will count a laptop and the two bags as three pieces of luggage? Does this ignorant old man know the difference between a luggage and a bag? My dad argued with him and he reduced it to $20. Still a rip-off, we realized later as we remembered that the taxis we usually take only charge $5 for the use of the boot, regardless of how many luggage (and small little bags) you put in. But that was NOT enough for that greedy conman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the taxi company revised the fare system. The new starting fare is $18, instead of the old $16. For short trips under $80, the fare under the revised system will be a bit more expensive than the old one. But for long trips above $80, the new fare will be cheaper. Taxis who have not altered their meter are supposed to display the conversion table somewhere obvious in the taxi, but for the case of this taxi, the only thing obvious was the driver’s fucked-up face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no conversion table. And his meter started at $16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lightning flashes and Disney birds fall off the branch, scorched black with smoke spiraling from its burnt feathery head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sadly, we only realised the fare thingy when we were already in the airport, which means it’s too late to question the driver. The good news is… We had the driver’s license plate and his name. We got the license plate because the Disney bellboy gave us this card with the crook taxi’s license plate which we are supposed to show the driver in case we didn’t how to converse with the driver in Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad called up the Disney hotel to complain because since the taxi was from the hotel’s taxi stand, it is also the hotel’s responsibility to ensure that the taxis are reliable and will not overcharge their guests. After much complaining and laments about how unworthy it is to let a taxi tarnish the hotel’s reputation, the hotel called back soon after to inform my dad that…&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi came back to wait for more potential victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disney birds instantly revive and start chirping happily again while the humans rejoice by setting off the fireworks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SWXY6qRfXZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Xz1VvE_6GSA/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288871839708175762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SWXY6qRfXZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Xz1VvE_6GSA/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine the hotel people complaining after receiving my dad’s call, “Wahlao, how to find the taxi? Hongkong is so big, it’s like searching for a needle in the h…” and shuts up abruptly as they see the taxi entering their premises again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they confronted the conman, because they called back again to inform us that the conman admitted to overcharging us. He got blacklisted and will be barred from Disney’s premises, according to the Disney manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver’s integrity is only worth HKD $25 (SGD $ 5). I think he has conned many tourists before, but his scheming methods were always left unnoticed. We all bear witness to the man who lost his integrity due to his insatiable avarice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5999386828159545010?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5999386828159545010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5999386828159545010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5999386828159545010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5999386828159545010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-back-in-singapore.html' title='Had a not-so-magical day'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SWXY55plpmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hOdYb0l2Nug/s72-c/IMG_0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-3046792537829054304</id><published>2009-01-02T09:52:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:09:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an Ass!</title><content type='html'>The visit to the Chimelong Zoo in Panyu was very educational, and partly hilarious as well. The best thing about the zoo that makes it stand out brightly is the fact that most of the animals are in close proximity with you. As in the tamer animals are probably just separated from you by a low glass wall, while the ferocious predators are separated by a full glass wall or a moat and some fence, thankfully. They housed several albino animals, like the kangaroos, lions and tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've witnessed things I've only once heard of, but not seen personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've witnessed animal-to-animal assaults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've witnessed a species whose name must have been laughed at by millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've witnessed so many asses, all which I will never ever forget. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All here, in the Chimelong Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you will do when you go to the zoo or theme park is to grab and examine the map, right? Of course. My brother was examining the map in great detail and he suddenly laughed out loud. Pointing to a particular spot on the map, I looked where his finger pointed and broke out in guffaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know they had a wild ass loose in the safari park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2DBlmqAwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5lIvwTV4xZY/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286525600900186882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2DBlmqAwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5lIvwTV4xZY/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought it was a spelling mistake or something. You know how some China people who are not good in English create jokes using the language translator. But I was wrong. The species exist, and the name is CORRECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wary, peeps. Asses may be running loose in the Asiatic jungles next to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out there were many more asses around the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was the...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thick-hide Leather Ass (belonging to the Rhino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2HCbJ8aII/AAAAAAAAALw/rB6qsILJdwM/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530013321783426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2HCbJ8aII/AAAAAAAAALw/rB6qsILJdwM/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black-White Fur Ass (belonging to a panda, like duh, who was in the processing of clearing its bowels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2HC55XZHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u7B80QY2EaM/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530021573747826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2HC55XZHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u7B80QY2EaM/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2IJ3VBjwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0zdAdQEm5VM/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286531240655163138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2IJ3VBjwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0zdAdQEm5VM/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the Grey Furry Cute Ball Ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2DCkjXNTI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZKVCNAWmecA/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286525617797805362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2DCkjXNTI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZKVCNAWmecA/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what animal does that furry ball of an ass belong to!!!&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;THE KOALA BEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2I3732EhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5M15QR8sZEo/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286532032148935186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2I3732EhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5M15QR8sZEo/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Won't that picture make you go AWWWWW?! These koalas are so cute even when they are sleeping! They seem to be smiling as they drift off to sleep! So adorable, I want to kidnap one of them, but again, maybe not. I may end up getting caught and thrown into the chimpazee enclosure. And BLOODY HELL NO will I ever allow that to happen! And it's isn't because of being locked, it is because of being locked with two chimpazees, one which eats... IT'S OWN SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It' so disgusting! I didn't see the chimp pop the shit into its mouth, but my dad did. He said it directly grabbed the shit as it egested it and then pop it into its mouth as if it is some delicacy. Yeah, only the dung beetle and this particular insane chimp will consider that a delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I saw was it chomping the pile of dung and chewing happily, as if it was a gift from heaven. I even took a video of it. Eeew. I think even my camera will find it so disgusting it starts puking pixels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a4dd0ba6ec4c93a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a4dd0ba6ec4c93a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332514673%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1640798D9CCF1541DA5DD10081700B7F218563C8.5A3A6C8965B0504EE3380F49A1252B3840A20D7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a4dd0ba6ec4c93a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTPPuAvBuOVeEG3Do3qqqmL85cmc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a4dd0ba6ec4c93a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332514673%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1640798D9CCF1541DA5DD10081700B7F218563C8.5A3A6C8965B0504EE3380F49A1252B3840A20D7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a4dd0ba6ec4c93a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTPPuAvBuOVeEG3Do3qqqmL85cmc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel your lunch going the wrong way? Moral of the story: Never shake a chimp's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I witnessed two kangaroos fighting. I thought I saw images of kangaroos wearing boxing gloves before and I always wondered why they associated this boxing element with the hopping animal. Now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2DCXGy4PI/AAAAAAAAALg/2SP0iiLuwt8/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286525614188323058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2DCXGy4PI/AAAAAAAAALg/2SP0iiLuwt8/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also an Orangutan that looks like a tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2DCFMd4BI/AAAAAAAAALY/8fkXusb3NnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286525609380274194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2DCFMd4BI/AAAAAAAAALY/8fkXusb3NnQ/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pandas that look like pandas. My favourite picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV7O6X3DLAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FpxQ-yZna40/s1600-h/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286890514812185602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV7O6X3DLAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FpxQ-yZna40/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since this post is primarily about animals anyway, I might as well talk about the Ocean Park seal. During the performance by the dolphins and seals, there was one seal that wasn't following instructions. When it was supposed to return backstage, it stood there beside the pool like a big blob of immobile blubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV7RQxIK_yI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6KPFf8w3XnY/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286893098575265570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV7RQxIK_yI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6KPFf8w3XnY/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Should be the one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV7Rzcpn7zI/AAAAAAAAAMg/y9Cnm_K2pfc/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286893694373850930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV7Rzcpn7zI/AAAAAAAAAMg/y9Cnm_K2pfc/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two days ago, the HK news reported that one seal bit its trainer's arm. They made a big fuss out of it. Somehow, I have a feeling it's the same one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3046792537829054304?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4a4dd0ba6ec4c93a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3046792537829054304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3046792537829054304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3046792537829054304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3046792537829054304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-ass.html' title='What an Ass!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SV2DBlmqAwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5lIvwTV4xZY/s72-c/IMG_0534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-4696528108665848650</id><published>2008-12-27T15:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:52:30.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guangzhou = cheap cheap good good</title><content type='html'>I'm in Guangzhou again, getting a little bored and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, something must be wrong with my digestive system because I always don't feel full! I can't believe the extent I have been eating and snacking these days. It's a little terrifying actually, but I choose to ignore it and pretend I can shed all that weight soon enough after the whole vacation thing.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, let me list out the shocking amounts of food I have been sinfully consuming these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dessert for 3 &lt;strong&gt;nights&lt;/strong&gt; from 许留山 and another dessert shop. Their desserts are incredible! They have mango pudding, some pomelo thing and other fabulous local desserts they don't have in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Korean BBQ Buffet. Something like Seoul Garden, except they serve pork. All-you-can-eat. We grabbed the meat to make our money worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sichuan Steamboat Buffet. All-you-can-eat. Attacked the meat once again. Their ice cream sucked. They placed a weighing machine near their entrance. I stepped on it, gasped and hastily returned to my seat, warning myself not to eat anymore. My brother stepped on it too, and complained that he weighed much heavier too. We held a discussion and came to an unanimous conclusion that they had already adjusted the weighing machine to make people seem heavier so that they will eat less. Smart restaurant eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (going to eat soon) Japanese Buffet. Sure adds on to my already growing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Seafood ala-carte. Thankfully, it's an ala-carte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (going to eat when I go back to HK) Sushi buffet. Wah piang eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO, the list totally scares me la! I am not blaming anyone, because I am totally enjoying the food myself.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Dim Sum brunch in a restaurant in the hotel was delicious. I think the Dim Sum is better than some in HK.&lt;br /&gt;The small sweet oranges sitting beside the laptop looks appetising =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The Ocean Park update will be coming out sometime when I get back to SG. The pandas are so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4696528108665848650?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4696528108665848650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4696528108665848650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4696528108665848650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4696528108665848650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/guangzhou-cheap-cheap-good-good.html' title='Guangzhou = cheap cheap good good'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6778447317197329879</id><published>2008-12-22T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:40:03.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random road post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SU9DLy8VIII/AAAAAAAAAKw/-Hn_wxtmH7Y/s1600-h/Image1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SU9DLy8VIII/AAAAAAAAAKw/-Hn_wxtmH7Y/s320/Image1221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282514757861318786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted this using my phone as i am seated in the food centre in Taikoo Shing, drinking my cup of ice lemon tea. The picture is of three giant king statues collecting dust somewhere in the mall. Didnt bother to rotate the picture, so just tilt your head sideways:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6778447317197329879?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6778447317197329879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6778447317197329879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6778447317197329879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6778447317197329879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-road-post.html' title='random road post'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SU9DLy8VIII/AAAAAAAAAKw/-Hn_wxtmH7Y/s72-c/Image1221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-3492595824595144470</id><published>2008-12-20T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:53:39.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off for vacation!</title><content type='html'>Muahahahaha, I'm finally going to HK tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the results come out AFTER 8th Jan, or else it'll be much of a hassle to reschedule the itinerary.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I rebonded my hair again, but just the roots only, as in the newly grown hair which weren't rebonded before. I won't have to wash for hair for 2 days then,  lol and let the salon smell diffuse away naturally. But diffusion is a slow process!&lt;br /&gt;All of you should watch Prison Break! I'm watching Season 4 right now. I watched most of the episodes from the previous three seasons, except for some (or many) in Season 2. Season 4 is equally good, as it appears. I'm letting Episode 8 load this very moment I am typing, but the loading is so agonisingly slow, it pisses me off. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;Shall look forward to the cold weather, the food, the scenery and the shopping for the next two weeks then!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3492595824595144470?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3492595824595144470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3492595824595144470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3492595824595144470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3492595824595144470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/off-for-vacation.html' title='off for vacation!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6277132378493209214</id><published>2008-12-16T20:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:24:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's finally the big big girl in the big big world</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to Lishan aka Joan Lin!&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate her birthday, our two-man-strong team (only Jiapei and I, other PJs out of town) met up at CP to get her a slice of mango cake from Emi Cakes, before rudely intruding her home. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Jiapei told her previously to meet at CP at 12.30pm. By the time we got everything ready and stationed under her block, it was around 12pm, so we decided to prank call her to make sure she's at home.&lt;br /&gt;I asked very hurriedly where she was even though I called her house number (duh, which means she's at home) and argued that we were supposed to meet at 12pm, and that Jiapei and I have already reached.&lt;br /&gt;And she BELIEVED it. Kudos to my bluffing skills. =)&lt;br /&gt;Prepared the cake, lit the candle, rang the door bell which was responded by an ear-piercing scream from the interior of the house. Oops. Lishan told me yesterday she had six sense that we'll come surprise knocking onto her door and kept telling us NOT to do so. Well, the only thing I can tell you, your sixth sense is pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Now for the card content!!! I've editted a grand of total of FOUR masterpieces which I very gladly included into the card! Since Lishan's favourite local movie is the wonderful Sing to the Dawn, the least I could do is incorporate her into the local animation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The original&lt;/strong&gt;: Dawan pointing at some random flying UFO while holding on tightly to her jar of cookies, with the whole neighbourhood of kaypoh onlookers watching as she protects her cookies from the hungry aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUegQtpkKvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qtCLnY6XGaI/s1600-h/bibik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280365297107479282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUegQtpkKvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qtCLnY6XGaI/s320/bibik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The editted: &lt;/strong&gt;PJ incorpated features. A retarded stroke-stricken face of Lishan, pointing at the the disgusting mucus dripping from the corner of the alien's mouth while holding on tightly to her jar because she refuses to used it to capture the gross alien. She was advised several times by the wise old woman on the right, the Tseng (aka Tzumi) to capture the alien with her magical jar. The scrunched-up face of the little boy on the left belongs to Jiapei, who got so traumatised by the presence of the alien, she had to squish all her face features together. The pilot with the thick eyebrows is skeptical about the alien's intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUehM6ADkzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/be8UHqcY4ns/s1600-h/bibikkk+as+Smart+Object-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280366331215188786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUehM6ADkzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/be8UHqcY4ns/s320/bibikkk+as+Smart+Object-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The original: &lt;/strong&gt;Dawan raising both her arms to embrace the oblique light rays of the Sun while feeling the difference in texture of bird droppings from different species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUegQWa747I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0X0ivF_KDgc/s1600-h/STTD+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280365290872103858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUegQWa747I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0X0ivF_KDgc/s320/STTD+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The editted: &lt;/strong&gt;Lishan raising both her arms to embrace the oblique light rays of the Sun while feeling the difference in texture of bird droppings from different species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUegQtPHtZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TXQMRWJbKC8/s1600-h/STTD+poster+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280365296996562322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUegQtPHtZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TXQMRWJbKC8/s320/STTD+poster+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The original&lt;/strong&gt;: Kai passing the Scroll Of Dawn to Dawan for her to safekeep as he takes on a battle against the darn monkeys, which keep harassing him (evidence in next set of pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUelQ8q-x6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Df9mOuozi6o/s1600-h/handshake+original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280370798698088354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUelQ8q-x6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Df9mOuozi6o/s320/handshake+original.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The editted: &lt;/strong&gt;Pixellated man pass a love note to Lishan, who is too happy for words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUelQzekAHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8LnfOlrQf2s/s1600-h/handshake+copy+copy+pixellate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280370796230082674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUelQzekAHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8LnfOlrQf2s/s320/handshake+copy+copy+pixellate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The original: &lt;/strong&gt;Dawan reading a book and Kai getting annoyed by the stupid orang-utan which keeps scratching his head. Both are pretending to be very joyful, but are actually planning an evil scheme to push the parrot and the monkey into the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUelQVHcT2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UdqBLyXBfZM/s1600-h/1768148237_bb1920d050_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280370788080045922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUelQVHcT2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UdqBLyXBfZM/s320/1768148237_bb1920d050_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The editted: &lt;/strong&gt;Lishan pretending to be very refined by reading her book, but actually is enjoying the presence of Pixellated Man, who is &lt;em&gt;STILL &lt;/em&gt;being irritated by the pestilential monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUelQkgKifI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dD6zHSWJAjA/s1600-h/Lishan+copy+copy+pixellate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280370792210270706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUelQkgKifI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dD6zHSWJAjA/s320/Lishan+copy+copy+pixellate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forgot to take photos of the card, so these pictures will do, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out at Lishan's home for a while, before eating Yoshi at CP. Went back to her house again, played the computer, messed with her soft toys and did The Little Nyonya impersonation! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their hairstyle, to be more precise. Their unique bun hairstyle, as you can refer from below. Damn hilarious. Due to image-preservation measures, won't upload any of those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUeqhPH9lxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/B5Hn5z86zPI/s1600-h/DSC02798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280376576087529234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUeqhPH9lxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/B5Hn5z86zPI/s320/DSC02798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the photos taken in Yoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUeqhQKZoeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iGuo-KqeNGo/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280376576366191074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUeqhQKZoeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iGuo-KqeNGo/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss their waffles, but they've swapped their waffles in the student meals for some cheap candy cane. Eew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shall end the post with another birthday greeting. The PJs must meet again the next time when EVERY single member is back in town!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6277132378493209214?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6277132378493209214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6277132378493209214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6277132378493209214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6277132378493209214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/shes-finally-big-big-girl-in-big-big.html' title='She&apos;s finally the big big girl in the big big world'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SUegQtpkKvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qtCLnY6XGaI/s72-c/bibik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-5586300736165761361</id><published>2008-12-10T15:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:16:35.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back-to-School Goodies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*NEWEST UPDATES: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- all stickers will be 300pcs per set&lt;br /&gt;- new updated list of cartoon available&lt;br /&gt;- dateline is extended to 18 december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tzumi's speech:&lt;br /&gt;collection of your pretty name stickers will be only after christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Pay via meetups only!&lt;br /&gt;Meetups - to my convenience only. (bishan mrt, amk mrt, serangoon to sengkang mrt =D) and maybe town too if i am going there =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzumi, who is still in Taiwan, made a stunning discovery in a humble shop near her house selling cute&lt;strong&gt; personalised&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NAME STICKERS &lt;/strong&gt;which is around &lt;strong&gt;HALF &lt;/strong&gt;the price off the Singapore prices! If you were to get a set of name stickers (around 200 to 300 stickers) with cartoon and stuff from the local stores, it can easily go up to S$15 to $20. A complete rip-off! I can totally imagine the store owners sharpening their butcher knives and gearing themselves up to whack that knife into your jugular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysticker2u.com/mycartoonstickers.php?type=cartoon"&gt;http://mysticker2u.com/mycartoonstickers.php?type=cartoon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the prices of the stickers sold by a Singapore online website. Note the &lt;strong&gt;quantity&lt;/strong&gt; for each set of stickers! And then do the math, and calculate the price of a set of around 200 to 300 stickers. Seeing is believing, my friend! The cheapest set is around $12.60, with not-very-appealing cartoons. Most of them are around $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzumi can help you get your OWN set for only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S$10&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And NO additional charges for freight cost, handling fee and service fee! Only ten bucks for a set!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do have tons of cartoon designs to choose from, Tzumi remembered these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dough (damn cute)&lt;a href="http://mynamesticker.bravehost.com/namesticker/icon_dough.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mynamesticker.bravehost.com/namesticker/icon_dough.gif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 40px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mynamesticker.bravehost.com/namesticker/icon_dough.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Little angel (damn cute)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hamtaro&lt;br /&gt;4. Hello Kitty&lt;br /&gt;5. Panda ( I don't know the name but it's that series of panda as shown below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.global-manufacturer.com/upload/product/00172/foam-beads-panda-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.global-manufacturer.com/upload/product/00172/foam-beads-panda-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Doraemon&lt;br /&gt;7. Snoopy&lt;br /&gt;8. Ginny Bunny&lt;br /&gt;9. Mickey mouse (the number of stickers will be slightly lesser)&lt;br /&gt;10. Pooh family&lt;br /&gt;11. Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;12. Astro boy&lt;br /&gt;13. Powerpuff girls &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*14. Xiao Wan Zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*15. The Dog (100 designs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*16. The Black and White Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each cartoon itself has like 100 designs. They have many other cartoons I believe, so you can enquire from Tzumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonts will be chosen by Tzumi herself. Please trust Tzumi's taste, it should be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use these stickers for lots of purposes! Stick them on your textbooks, handphone (I personally won't do that), stationery or electronic gadgets! Especially good to use if you lose things easily.&lt;br /&gt;You can also get a set for your cousin, friends or kins as a christmas gifts! $10 is rather affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in ordering a set for yourself, please email Tzumi at &lt;a href="mailto:tzumi92@hotmail.com"&gt;tzumi92@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or myself (Brenda) at &lt;a href="mailto:oe.thumb@hotmail.com"&gt;oe.thumb@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Things to include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How you want the name to be spelt. Every capital letter, small letter, spacing, dots and whatnot must be shown clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The design you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Number of sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She entertain bulk orders!&lt;br /&gt;1 set - $10&lt;br /&gt;2 sets - $20&lt;br /&gt;3 sets - $30&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine you cursing under your breath at this stupid pricing. Well, of course not! The real one is below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 set- $10&lt;br /&gt;2 sets - $19.80&lt;br /&gt;3 sets - $29.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So gather all your friends and family who want to have their own set and buy together to get cheaper prices! &lt;strong&gt;Dateline: 18 DEC. &lt;/strong&gt;Tzumi isn't gonna stay in Taiwan forever, you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5586300736165761361?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5586300736165761361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5586300736165761361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5586300736165761361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5586300736165761361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-school-goodies.html' title='Back-to-School Goodies!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-1906686009119462325</id><published>2008-12-10T12:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:34:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Your Life on Receipts</title><content type='html'>Wanted to post this when I get the photos of the boarding passes JetStar provides, but decided to post this earlier since it actually doesn't make much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken Jetstar Asia several times, but there is always one thing that never fails to pique my interest (and cause my distaste)--- their unique boarding passes printed on thin and flimsy RECEIPT paper. One apparent reason must be the cost. Well, receipt paper is undoubtedly much more cheaper compared to the thicker paper normal boarding passes are printed on. Definitely cost-saving, but not exactly reputation-saving, unless the reputation they want to uphold revolves primarily around the word “budget”, which may actually be true. And if anyone complains about it, they’ll just answer nonchalantly, “Which part of budget do you not understand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Insert boarding pass picture when I get it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If boarding passes can be printed on receipt paper, imagine the other possibilities it presents!&lt;br /&gt;Receipt books, called Book Rolls! The next thing you know, Harry Potter books will be printed on receipt paper! Books will be sold in rolls, just like an indispensible item in your life --- the legendary toilet roll! Pocket-size and handy! Good when you’re travelling, and when you’re stuck in a toilet cubicle without toilet paper. All you have to do is unroll the Book Roll when you want to read. You can even borrow the toilet roll holder for a moment for convenience's sake. Ingenious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/ST9LQF3gUPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/soReZFBlEko/s1600-h/stone+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278020028126482674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/ST9LQF3gUPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/soReZFBlEko/s320/stone+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receipt homework! Imagine all your homework, tests and assignments printed on receipts. The best thing about it is… the printing fades over time! So all your pestilent Maths questions, paragraphs of English text and weird Chemistry equations will vaporize into the air soon enough! Moreover, no more school bags filled to the brim with loose sheets of paper, but instead, neat and spiffy rolls of paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/ST9SpByM3YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QfeJna64OPI/s1600-h/class+test+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278028153108618626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/ST9SpByM3YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QfeJna64OPI/s320/class+test+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not long after the receipt paper take over the publishing industry, your bookshelves will undergo a complete head-to-toe plastic surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE: Disastrous mess of books, disorderly arrangement, deposited at random places like nobody's business. A big fat NO-NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookupdate.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/18/messy_bookcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.scrapbookupdate.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/18/messy_bookcase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER: Like particles of solids, orderly arrangement. A delight to the eyes of yourself, your mum and your maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/ST9LQvA39wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HYKhUu6h8So/s1600-h/receipt+shelf+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278020039171634946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/ST9LQvA39wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HYKhUu6h8So/s320/receipt+shelf+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice and spiffy, no mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top shelf can be reserved for your spare toilet rolls, your mum won’t spot the difference!&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the receipt-paper idea will be used in many other industries as well. Movie tickets, shopping vouchers and whatnot will be printed on receipt paper! Witness as the world works towards a CHEAP future, a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; future, the RECEIPT-PAPER future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-1906686009119462325?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/1906686009119462325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=1906686009119462325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1906686009119462325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1906686009119462325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/live-your-life-on-receipts.html' title='Live Your Life on Receipts'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/ST9LQF3gUPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/soReZFBlEko/s72-c/stone+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-3304546462260979977</id><published>2008-12-09T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I've been having dreams lately. Not exactly nightmare-ish, but rather just neutral dreams. The dreams seem so real sometimes that I'll wake up trying the diffrentiate fact from fiction. Funny thing is, I'll only remember a few striking details, or just the gist. The whole memory of whatever I dreamt is always very vague, and I'll forget about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday night (or this morning), I dreamt that we got back our O Level results on 27th December. I remember the date vividly because I remember telling this person next to me that I didn't expect to get the results so early.&lt;br /&gt;But the setting wasn't the hall though, it was in the classroom. And the class wasn't 4I, but a mixture of people from my primary school (NCPS) and some unfamiliar people, who gave me the impression that they were new students. This dream is like a continuation from another of my previous dream, because there was once I dreamt about this setting, complete with this class of people.&lt;br /&gt;I remember a teacher writting the statistics on the board. He wrote 3 people got 6 points, 11 (can't really remember) got 7 points, and 1 person got 55 points. But it's impossible to get 55 points in the first place. If this unlucky person got F9 for all his subjects, the most he'll get for his L1R5 is 54. I ain't sure why I didnt find it peculiar when I was dreaming, maybe because I was too engrossed sleeping or too anxious to find out about how I scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I found out I got a total of... (BEHOLD!!!)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find out in the end. I got interrupted and wrenched from my womb of sleep. Argh, why do I always get interrupted at the climax?!&lt;br /&gt;The last part I remember was engaging in a talk with a primary school teacher (this time from SIS, lol) who I was not even familiar with, as the male teacher scribbled the class's performance on the whiteboard. And then, I remembered no more.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because the people in the class were like, a mixture from SIS and NCPS. I don't remember any NCHS people there though. Weird dream. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;I heard the O Level results will be released on 9 Jan or somewhere there, but I'm not sure. I thought I read the papers once that they will only be released in late or mid January. Anyhow, I'm sure it's definitely not 27th December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3304546462260979977?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3304546462260979977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3304546462260979977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3304546462260979977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3304546462260979977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-4461400860370950085</id><published>2008-12-07T19:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:19:57.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing my new foe, Bruce</title><content type='html'>It's not like I want to notice it, but it's too glaringly obvious to even avoid an average person's scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;I want to ignore it and give it the same cold treatment that other menial things will receive from me, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I want it gone as much as I want a new laptop, but time it requires. A week, at the very least. Another week I have to bear with the agony.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to dedicate a blog post to such seemingly unimportant details, but do I have a choice after taking into account the lack of content and updates?&lt;br /&gt;I don't. I'm left with no choice, that's why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;Here to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Here to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Here to make people cry out 'lame!'.&lt;br /&gt;Because the issue I'm talking about here is no serious matter, just another short story of a clumsy teenager walking into the bench at the bus stop and leaving unsightly marks on her thigh.&lt;br /&gt;The friggin' bruise is so bloody huge and obvious even a blind person can spot it! Erm, maybe not actually.&lt;br /&gt;Witness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/STu7jKJNvsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/urnUu_3iY7M/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277017601087487682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/STu7jKJNvsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/urnUu_3iY7M/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE BRUISE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I should name it Bruce, the bruise or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kill Bruce! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4461400860370950085?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4461400860370950085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4461400860370950085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4461400860370950085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4461400860370950085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-like-i-want-to-notice-it-but.html' title='Introducing my new foe, Bruce'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/STu7jKJNvsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/urnUu_3iY7M/s72-c/IMG_0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-7729422656240749308</id><published>2008-12-05T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:21:47.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please completely ignore this</title><content type='html'>Yes, please completely ignore this post. It is...&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Time-wasting.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;Illogical.&lt;br /&gt;Great, I just wasted 5 seconds of your time! Oops, you should have listened to instructions =(&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you another chance!&lt;br /&gt;Now, please read NO FURTHER!&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you 20 cents you will read this!&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I think I won the bet. There's no need to give me the coins, just click the ads on the sidebar and on the top! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7729422656240749308?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7729422656240749308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7729422656240749308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7729422656240749308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7729422656240749308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-completely-ignore-this.html' title='Please completely ignore this'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-145766224046927274</id><published>2008-12-04T18:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:58:43.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forensic Heroes II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1f/Forensic_Heroes_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1f/Forensic_Heroes_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Au-Yeung (the guy in the centre) looks a bit cock-eyed, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yet another awesome drama from TVB! *bursts out into maniacal laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Forensic Heroes II! The first series was broadcasted some time ago so I can't really remember it, except that it was great as well and the cast were almost the same, like duh. Or else how can this *prods poster above* be considered part II if the cast is a completely different one?&lt;br /&gt;To make my following comments understandable, a synopsis plagiarised from the ever-so-convenient Wikipedia is vital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: A little spoilers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomb disposal expert Yeung Yat-Sing, Ivan, (Kevin Cheng) returns from England to visit relatives and he comes across a grenade case by accident. Ivan's skills are highly appreciated by Senior Chemist Ko Yin-Pok (Bobby Au-Yeung) and he is invited to join the Forensic Division. Ivan soon becomes the division's rising star. Sing gets back in touch with his long-lost best friend Koo Chak-Sam (Frankie Lam). Sam serves as a forensic writer and he is going to get married soon.&lt;br /&gt;During a case, Sam's fiancée Lam Ding-Ding (Linda Chung) and Pok's police girlfriend Leung Siu-Yau (Yoyo Mung) are caught in an explosion meant to kill two drug dealers. Ding-Ding dies of her injuries, while Siu-Yau loses movement in her right hand. Yau's duties are passed to Ma Kwok-Ying (Charmaine Sheh) from the Narcotics Bureau. Both Sam and Ivan find Ying extremely charming with her smart and unfathomable characteristics in case handling.&lt;br /&gt;Integrating laboratory techniques, logical reasoning, and forensic knowledge, the trio strive to fight against crimes tremendously. As they get to know each other more and more, the entangled triangle of love also starts to hinder their working relationships...&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the series, Ivan and Ma Kwok-Ying end up in a car crash while chasing a fugitive, but through that experience, Ivan knows that Ma Kwok-Ying is committed to him, with her efforts to pull him out of the car in which they were trapped in. In the end, Ivan suffers from an explosion by a bomb planted by a fugitive to get revenge on Bell, which leads him into a coma. Right before the explosion, Ivan planned to propose to Bell. After the last case, Tim and Siu Yau get married. During the wedding, Ivan wakes up, although the frame only shows Ma Kwok-Ying receiving a call on her mobile phone, then running ecstatically, while crying, from the wedding, ripping her dress as she did in the first episode to aid running. The remaining wedding crowd finds out, and runs after Bell to see Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my two cents worth of comments! Fantastic show, nary a moment of boredom! Interesting cases, mostly involving murder but all the same, exciting! Extremely informative, especially if you are planning to be a criminal. They show you the equipment they use, their potential to make evidence "talk" as well as how even the most meticulous criminals leave their evidence behind, all which inform criminals-to-be what to be wary of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember times when you proclaim confidently, "Aiya, this person sure won't die one lah! If he dies then no show to watch already what!" when this lead actor or something gets injured in a car accident or bomb explosion in dramas? Then when the actor really wakes up, reconcile with his lover and live happily ever after, you say happily, "Told you. Expected one lah, typical."&lt;br /&gt;NO! Not in this drama, the first part at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lam Ding-Ding (Linda Chung) was hospitalised because of a bomb explosion, my brother and I were betting on whether she will wake up. He wanted to bet that she WILL wake up, and I certainly refused to bet with him because I thought she will indisputably wake up. Darn, should have betted with him because she died. Tsk. *grabs flying dollar bill*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directors are getting smart. If the audience think the person must NOT die, they kill them. =( Harsh reality. Oh wait, dramas aren't reality in the first place. Happy endings are getting typical in dramas, so much that we can guess the ending just by watching the first few minutes of the first episode. The happy ending is no exception in this drama nonetheless, except the part where that girl died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny detail in the show though! Haha, these forensic people gather evidence like a piece of fibre stuck in the victim's fingernail. They will then go examine it and match it with like, another piece of similar fibre from another victim. Here comes a ridiculous part (which happened MANY times), the forensic person will show on his computer, the two pieces of fibre which then approach each other, fuse together and the words "MATCH" appear. Haha, I think the actual procedure is much more complicated lah.&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was another REDICULOUS (like the previous Neopets NOOB spelt it) part, which showed the cock-eyed botak man I mentioned right in the beginning playing the "MATCH" video on Windows Media Player to explain his point to his colleagues!!! At least make it in Full-screen lah! So bloody obvious!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Like if you fart in public, you don't make things so obvious by giggling and turning red right? At least pinch your nose and pretend to start asking who farted even though you jolly well know it was you, and so does everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-145766224046927274?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/145766224046927274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=145766224046927274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/145766224046927274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/145766224046927274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/forensic-heroes-ii.html' title='Forensic Heroes II'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-2268548747213186594</id><published>2008-12-02T12:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:01:27.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter with a moron</title><content type='html'>Hilarious. I was roaming the Trading boards in Neopets just now and saw a person selling a plushie. Neomailed her to ask for her lowest. That neomail marked the beginning of the encounter with an absolute moron. An exceptionally thick-skinned one, to make it worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll copy and paste the exchange of neomails for the first part, and then add in screenies as evidence of the existence of such imbecilic human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;hi, what's your lowest for the plushie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron replied:&lt;br /&gt;well u have to offer a price please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;You won't like my offer. It's a r95 an unpriced on TP except for yours. I'll only go around 120k, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron replied:&lt;br /&gt;nope llike everyone else wants 400k for it sorry&lt;br /&gt;(notice the double Ls. Does she have 6 fingers?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Really? I'm not so sure. TP only has yours priced, unless I checked wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron replied:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i checked i neomailed them and 400k is what they want? do u only have 120k or do u just want me to go that low&lt;br /&gt;(of course I have more than that, noob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I see. Tell me the really lowest price you can go, I'll see if I can compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;lets se i said 385k which is 15k cheaper what about 370k that is 30k cheaper&lt;br /&gt;(I think I can do simple maths, thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I won't pay that much. It's hard to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;what about 350k that is 50k cheaper for the plushie&lt;br /&gt;also i've got some gelert armor that is worth 225k in my trades and for u i could give it to u for 200k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Nty for the armour. I am a reseller actually, so I can't really go too high for the plushie and I'll expect more discount. 140k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;that is a rip off that is more than half off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;I can't offer too high, sorry. HTS are usually sold at very discounted prices. Anyway, good luck selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;what r HTS&lt;br /&gt;(Oh PURRLEASE! She don't get claimed as a moron for nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Hard to sell. ETS - Easy to sell. ETS are items like paintbrushes. They sell more easily and quickly so the discounts are limited. The highest I'll go is 175k for the plushie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;yeah not even half the price of it rip off and plus before they were 800k so it is a big discount&lt;br /&gt;oh i get it i have 2 baby paintbrushes im not going to use in my SDB i should sell them&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, why don't you tell me it's worth 10 million yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, then nevermind. Check the TP boards and see people's offers on plushies.&lt;br /&gt;You can sell them if you want. How much are you selling them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;well y should i tell u u wanted to rip me off on my plushie&lt;br /&gt;Give me a good reason&lt;br /&gt;(=.= Maybe because I want to rob you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I'm not ripping you off. Please, it's just a reseller offer. If you can't accept, then don't, nobody is forcing you.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;yeah u r trying to rip me off because less than half the price of what an item is worth at that price is ripping me off&lt;br /&gt;(The only thing I want to rip off is your hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is neopets. Accept reality. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Oh cool U r from Hong Kong sweet&lt;br /&gt;i accepted it, people are stupid and try to rip u off&lt;br /&gt;(What has I, living in HK got to do with you, pesky imp?)&lt;/p&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say. I hope you get a good buyer who pays full price for it then. There are, but you've to be patient. Good luck once again, have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;oh i dont need full price, items worth it r good to,im very patient&lt;br /&gt;(Awww! I'm so proud of you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;u shouldnt care its nt like u r buying anything from me unless u want the Kanrik Plushie worth 1million and my price is 950k lol u probably want it for 450k or some rediculous price&lt;br /&gt;(sell it to your mother lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;In case you didnt realise, my very short reply actually meant I would like this conversation to end. And it was more of a polite gesture, not because I care. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;(duh, little kid. Read between the lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;well u should have just said bye it would have been much easier now wouldnt it&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, but I figured out you probably don't deserve such politeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;no not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, I didnt reply her after that, because she didnt deserve even a "bye" from me. Just as I thought all this crap was over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron neomailed me again:&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing u live in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;so do u speak english or is there some special translater thing that translates it to english&lt;br /&gt;(Have you ever seen someone so thick-skinned? Translator also spell wrong. Tsk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I speak. And type, evidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron replied:&lt;br /&gt;thats cool so do u know 2 different languages or just english&lt;br /&gt;do a lot of people speak english in Hong Kong or just Chinese and Japanese mostly&lt;br /&gt;(Erm, we speak Tamil, Spanish, Malay, Latin and a bit of Arabic too. LMAO, since when did HK people speak Japanese mostly?! Ignorant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/STTG1RXhzkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/s23H2PpBRlE/s1600-h/sucker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059682055147074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/STTG1RXhzkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/s23H2PpBRlE/s320/sucker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote: (screenie on top)&lt;br /&gt;I know English and Chinese. Most HK people speak Cantonese. Never heard many people speaking fluent Japanese here, I wonder where you heard that from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;thats cool i only know one language but i think everyone should know sine language because sine language is the same in every language&lt;br /&gt;i dont know sine language just english&lt;br /&gt;(LMAO, anyone interested in the cosine language?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Oh. You mean sign language? Yeah, I guess. But I don't think it's easy to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;yeah sign language well i guess so but it would still be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/STTK8MgKk_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-xYYE-TYPsU/s1600-h/sucker2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275064199054791666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/STTK8MgKk_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-xYYE-TYPsU/s320/sucker2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah. Take up a course or something if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moron wrote:&lt;br /&gt;yeah but i dont want to if i dont have to cause its not like many people know sigh language. OMG the Game Master Challenge this week was like so easy it wasn't even a challenge im like wheres the challenge.....still waiting...unless there is a final game it's not a challenge. oh did u get the event calendar gift for today? i did its pretty good&lt;br /&gt;(*sigh* You are beyond hope. Jump down the building or something)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The conversation continued about some random Neopets stuff. LOL, she started chatting with me like I was her friend. Sorry, but I don't know idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is incredibly stupid la! If she didn't like my offer, just say NTY. She is apparently a NOOB. A reseller's offer is of course low, or else how can they earn money? Please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some advice to her:&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn spelling. English is the only language you know. Screw it up, good game to you. Wait, I forgot... You got SINE language to back you up!&lt;br /&gt;2. Gain some common sense. You need it. Remember, Indians speak French while the Chinese speak Korean! Moron.&lt;br /&gt;3. Just disappear from the virtual world completely. I'll go into hiding even if I had DOUBLE your brain capacity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-2268548747213186594?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/2268548747213186594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=2268548747213186594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2268548747213186594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2268548747213186594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/encounter-with-moron.html' title='Encounter with a moron'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/STTG1RXhzkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/s23H2PpBRlE/s72-c/sucker.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-1999128208976866684</id><published>2008-12-02T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:17:17.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution for boredom?</title><content type='html'>After weeks of boredom and nothing-better-to-do, I've finally resorted to the universal solution for bored people --- NEOPETS!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like playing Maple or Audition, so naturally Neopets is the only option left on my pathetic To-do list.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've watched Twilight already! Haha, I thought it was quite nice. Rather good adaptation from the book and sufficient emphasis on the important details.  AND, I'm finally done with Breaking Dawn, which I believe is the last book for the Twilight series. I think Breaking Dawn was awesome! Especially the last part where the Volturi confronted the Cullens, and the Cullens started gathering witnesses. Oops, getting spoiler-ish here! But that part was exciting and captivating! And the small details start fitting together like nitrogenous bases according to the rules of complementary base pairing!&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that the villians (or powerful people. The Volutri aren't actually villians, they're considered as the coven that ensures peace in the vampiric community, except that they are abusing their authority) in Harry Potter and Twilight have names that start with Vol.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is Voldemort and then, the Volturi. Is Vol supposed to represent fear and trepidation? Is Vol a reflection on the despotic nature of the individuals?&lt;br /&gt;I shall name the evil dog villains in my stories Volbara from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-1999128208976866684?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/1999128208976866684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=1999128208976866684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1999128208976866684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1999128208976866684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/12/solution-for-boredom.html' title='Solution for boredom?'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-2840284753362287192</id><published>2008-11-29T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:56:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Crime Fighter</title><content type='html'>I've just finished watching this HK drama, The Ultimate Crime Fighter. I always think their English names for their shows suck though. It's like, most shows involving crime will definitely get an English title with the word "crime" in it. A great example will be... *points below*. I prefer their original Cantonese names though. More catchy. 通天幹探.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/34/The_Ultimate_Crime_Fighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/34/The_Ultimate_Crime_Fighter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A synopsis taken directly from Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;Famous for his unparalleled kung-fu skills, Police Officer Yuen Fo-Sung (Yuen Biao) has cracked a large number of difficult cases, which makes him very popular within the police force. Despite the recognition he has achieved, Fo quits his job to become a monk. But later, as luck would have it, he gets back to Hong Kong again, where he experiences a series of mysterious, supernatural events…&lt;br /&gt;With the assistance of Fo, Wai Chun-Lung (Moses Chan), an undercover police officer, manages to solve the most complicated cases. Fo believes that there is a special bond between him and Lung. Lung and his bosom friend Keung Nga-Yue (Yoyo Mung) have been very close to each other. Feeling so upset, Lung’s girlfriend Wong Chi-Ying (Gigi Lai) starts going out with her boss Chong Man-Hei (Kevin Cheng), which leads her to the point of no return…&lt;br /&gt;To seek revenge, Lung has shown his complete disregard for law and order. He is ready to sacrifice himself and even Fo to reach his goal. Things are happening as Fo predicts. Will the long-running feud between them be eventually settled? Fate will decide…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moderately long drama, with 37 episodes. I can't tolerate those bloody draggy ones they show on Channel 8 and some other channels. The what Taiwan Tornado (or is it Hurricane) or something is so draggy, it lasts about a few hundred episodes. I think only my grandmother watches it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to the drama. The first case was very interesting, about some black magic case. After that, it got very boring because even though it was very evidently a crime-investigation show (as the English name very obviously suggests), there were like 3 episodes consequetively that has no crimes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after those parts, the drama was getting better and more exciting. Kudos to all the amazing producers, directors and script-writers who are able to let the audience's emotions sway with the characters. Well, this drama isn't touching, but it's damn frustrating when the villian gets his way all the time (except the end la, or else everyone will call up TVB to complain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when very coincidentally, there was a photographer filming the whole process where the culprit repeatedly submerged the girl's head into the water to drown her, the culprit was still able to escape unscathed because that piece of evidence was not valid since it was found by the girl's boyfriend. Somehow, there is this law that made it legally invalid because there is a possibility that the deceased's kin will do something to the evidence being presenting to court. Weird. And very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it still wasn't the law take caught on the villian, although he died in the end as well. Tsk tsk. Does justice always prevail? Or is the legal system a game controlled by the lawyers and the rich? I don't know reality enough to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-2840284753362287192?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/2840284753362287192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=2840284753362287192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2840284753362287192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2840284753362287192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/ultimate-crime-fighter.html' title='The Ultimate Crime Fighter'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-5220299872337088049</id><published>2008-11-27T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:59:31.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate PJ edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to blog about, so I decided to do an exclusive PJ memorial edition! Haha. Well, probably the five of us will be off to different JCs, so the PJ Club will not exactly exist tangibly anymore, but the spirit will live on! Long live the PJ spirit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracing the PJ history will bring us back to 25th May 2007, during the Sec 3 Camp. Six (including Huijing, who used to be in) seemingly bored students of 4I decided to bring their boredom to a whole new level. Amidst their random-ness and boliao-ness, they started nudging people, but instead of looking them into the eye, they intentionally looked at another direction. They started diverting people's attention to empty spaces by pointing at random directions, and then walk away so that the victims look like fools when they turn back clueless. As such, a brilliant association was established - The Pajiao Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may be lame stuff, as many people will say, but isn't that what high school is all about? If you want to talk about seriousness and whatnot, save that breath and use it when you go to office. High school should be fun and memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must selectively select selectable photos, or else I have to suffer the wrath of the furious people's fury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SS52hijdzTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ThfcMwHScKc/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273282532280749362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SS52hijdzTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ThfcMwHScKc/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, a so called "group" photo taken during our ice-skating trip. Quite a failure, evidently. The photo only successfully captured Jiapei, Stef and my sideviews. The more fortunate Lishan got half her face in, while pitiful Tzumi only got her sclera. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SS52hnwPxRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Y8PisHQruc/s1600-h/img039.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273282533676533010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SS52hnwPxRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Y8PisHQruc/s400/img039.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neoprints! Usually we take neoprints at the same old place, which is at Orchard Cineleisure. Not like there are many neoprint shops around nowadays, but so far, that's the only place we went for them! The existence of the handy, pocket-sized and user-friendly in-built phone cameras must have killed most neoprint shops. I can imagine the owners screaming, "PIANG EH! Now everyone use phone camera take picture, go home photoshop edit can already! This machine so big so expensive, who the bloody hell use?!" and send a flying kick with uncanny precision into the hole where the pictures drop out and have his leg stuck inside. With a huge thump on the machine, the stylus drops off from its holder and gets deposited into his boogie-filled nostrils. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sick of this!" he says, and grabs the stylus from his nose openings and places it back onto its holder, where it continues dripping semi-liquid mucus. Hard luck to the next user or owner who vents his frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, there was this very embarrassing time when we were selecting how the photos are to be printed so that it is easy to divide. In the hustle, we accidentally clicked a random format. When the photo developed, one stupid picture occupied 90% of the photo paper. XIA SWAY lah! Where got people take neoprint take until like that? LOL! We rapidly hid that particular neoprint in our bags and left hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SS576JpcpeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1i_-3DcszCA/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273288452649821666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SS576JpcpeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1i_-3DcszCA/s400/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get what I mean? Haha. Total disgrace =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SS52h5UF-tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aUFjNoL_S1k/s1600-h/CIMG0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5220299872337088049?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5220299872337088049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5220299872337088049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5220299872337088049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5220299872337088049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/ultimate-pj-edition.html' title='The Ultimate PJ edition'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SS52hijdzTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ThfcMwHScKc/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-4998794569540177377</id><published>2008-11-26T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:41:40.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day closer...</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Currently reading a 754-page novel, called Breaking Dawn, sequel to the Twilight saga. It's quite nice actually, but a little boring at some parts. Only half-way through it though, most of the time I am too lazy to read it. And to add on, I read quite slow too. But eventually, I'll finish it anyway. It's only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Hougang Mall for lunch today with my mum. Ate at Ajisen Ramen. Bought a new DVD player because my dad accidentally dropped the old player on the floor and now it can't stop opening and closing, even when there is no disc inside.&lt;br /&gt;The new DVD player we got was a Phillips one, at $89! It's damn good! It can directly read movies from your thumb drive or external hard disk by just plugging the device into the USB port!&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Just another boring detail, it's raining again. I am no expert in the study of the weather, neither am I a climatologist, but maybe it's the monsoon season or something arriving. That may not be a bad change, since Singapore only has a one-season policy (like China's one-child policy). Summer, summer, summer! This sounds a little like the start of HSM 2, where the cast started chanting "summer summer summer" as if it was some spell to kill the teacher, and then break into the song, "What Time Is It". Lol, I have a great memory for stupid details, and most of them come from HSM. Like the part where Gabriella screamed "TROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYY" in the basketball court when Troy "can hardly breathe" and start panting like a dog suffering from hyperthermia.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the HSM songs are nice, but usually the plot that follows it is just... erm, unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, good news is... I'll be staying at Disney's Hollywood Hotel for 3 nights during my trip to HK! I'll love to see how it is inside. It also means that I'll be going to Disneyland again, because there is this promotion which allowed us to go to the theme park for 2 days. Maybe I can catch the fireworks two nights in a row then. The fireworks is quite spectacular actually, watched it like, two or three years ago and was rather impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my HK trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4998794569540177377?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4998794569540177377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4998794569540177377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4998794569540177377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4998794569540177377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-day-closer.html' title='Another day closer...'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6811769978511464858</id><published>2008-11-25T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:16:03.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was busy the whole morning and afternoon. That's an overstatement because I don't have much of the morning, considering I wake up at 10+. Haha, so a just statement will be I was busy the whole afternoon and a bit of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Packing my stuff and clearing my poor room was part of today's agenda. The aftermath of the O Levels was clearly reflected in my room lah. It was very messy! Notice the past tense! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books and loose sheets of notes are everywhere on my table, drawers and cupboard. I gathered two huge boxes, you know those kind used to contain fruits? Yup, dumped everything I didn't want to keep into them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my mum and I went out to empty the boxes like three or four times! So exaggerating. To think I managed to keep all the rubbish in a small room like mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSvAY_iNSdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SkgjCH0IR_c/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272519324371601874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSvAY_iNSdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SkgjCH0IR_c/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I am proud to present... The CLEAN room!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*bows in response to the imaginary applause*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My room is officially clean! If the Environment Agency comes to inspect, I'll definitely get an A! Even better than those hawker centre stalls! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6811769978511464858?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6811769978511464858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6811769978511464858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6811769978511464858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6811769978511464858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/dumpster.html' title='Dumpster'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSvAY_iNSdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SkgjCH0IR_c/s72-c/IMG_0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-6870997875375466824</id><published>2008-11-23T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:46:13.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay-home Movie Marathon!</title><content type='html'>After sending my dad off to the airport in the afternoon, we went to Giant to buy groceries and other necessities. I hate that place. It's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crampy&lt;/span&gt; and full of people. And since I wasn't in charged of picking the vegetables, fruits and other stuff, my duty was mainly to watch over the trolleys, which we parked conveniently at a side or pushing it. I also dislike walking in that place. Every step you take marks a mission --- to dodge the incoming trolleys, or manoeuvre the trolley from others if you are the one pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I watched The House Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.circuit-empire.com/posters/The%20House%20Bunny%20Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 406px;" src="http://www.circuit-empire.com/posters/The%20House%20Bunny%20Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, it was quite funny. Enjoyed it pretty much. It's about this Playboy girl who got kicked out of the Playboy mansion. Homeless, she decided to stay in the Zeta house where a bunch of socially unaccepted girls lived as a house mother. Well, watch it to know more.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Space Chimps next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailyinfo.co.uk/images/cinema/sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 416px;" src="http://www.dailyinfo.co.uk/images/cinema/sc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The aliens in the movie were morbidly ugly. Eew. I thought the movie was quite okay. Perhaps I am just easily satisfied when it comes to movies. As long as the plot isn't a mess and is understandable, I think I'll enjoy it. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Shall watch Wall-E next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6870997875375466824?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6870997875375466824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6870997875375466824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6870997875375466824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6870997875375466824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/stay-home-movie-marathon.html' title='Stay-home Movie Marathon!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-7712983135343231835</id><published>2008-11-22T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:08:24.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tock tick tock</title><content type='html'>My holidays are becoming unfulfilling! Everyday is just another normal day for me, nothing special and nothing worth exclaiming about. It's like, just watching the clock tick towards night time, then go to sleep and everything happens just the same again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Gym this afternoon anyway, since I have nothing better to do. Apparently, the frequent snacking and idling these few days have had a profound effect on my weight. Too little activities to burn the calories!&lt;br /&gt;Got back from Gym, bade farewell to my previous efforts as I went for dinner at Hougang.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, played pool for almost 2 hours. I almost kept my record! Damn, it got broken during the last game. THANKFULLY, actually, because my the record was that the team that has me will definitely lose. It happened almost everytime without fail, except for the last. Phew. Quite embarrassing actually. *shuffles feet*&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. One word to sum it up: SIAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7712983135343231835?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7712983135343231835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7712983135343231835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7712983135343231835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7712983135343231835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick tock tick tock'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-3366313823077747937</id><published>2008-11-21T11:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:01:31.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very necessary photo update</title><content type='html'>The previous days, I was too busy and indolent to post photos so here is an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYtZ3JTSJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KaHd--yQb38/s1600-h/CIMG0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYtZ3JTSJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KaHd--yQb38/s400/CIMG0812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270950336206686354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo taken in the chalet, on the day we were checking out. The setting was the resort lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYtZf-GVWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PzxzDVvPbLI/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYtZf-GVWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PzxzDVvPbLI/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270950329985684834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PJ with Xinyi. A little spooky to take photos at night. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYwGa0v4XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3mTd5RZA6Dk/s1600-h/CIMG0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYwGa0v4XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3mTd5RZA6Dk/s400/CIMG0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270953300721656178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PJ with Mr Quek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYtZbvzfdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FpM9YroWkyA/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYtZbvzfdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FpM9YroWkyA/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270950328851987922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WAHAHAHA! And the BIG-HEADED MONKEY PJ gave me for my birthday! It's really cute right? That's a rhetorical question because I already know it is.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a liking for big-headed and fat stuff for the case of plushies or cartoons. A excellent example that  demonstrates it will be...&lt;br /&gt;THE PIGKABOO COLLECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYwGgPBlLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qQ4J72Hgo9M/s1600-h/graduation+pigfinal2+copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYwGgPBlLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qQ4J72Hgo9M/s400/graduation+pigfinal2+copy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270953302174045362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pigkaboo collection is undergoing natural decay in my external hard drive. It has been ages since I last displayed it. So this graduation PKB is in much luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYxsGeCb6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NoFCQTAb0jI/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYxsGeCb6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NoFCQTAb0jI/s400/IMG_0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270955047604350882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pathetic Mahjong session during the chalet. We used two pillows as the base and a bed sheet to cover both pillows. The result was obviously not to our favour because the tiles kept toppling over. It was more like playing dominos than mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my lack of topic in this post. No inspiration leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3366313823077747937?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3366313823077747937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3366313823077747937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3366313823077747937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3366313823077747937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-necessary-photo-update.html' title='A very necessary photo update'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SSYtZ3JTSJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KaHd--yQb38/s72-c/CIMG0812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-8724906803817989862</id><published>2008-11-20T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:54:58.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunt!</title><content type='html'>The chalet is over, rather okay I guess. Everything went smoothly and I thought it was quite fun at times.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, we checked in and had our BBQ. Our guest of honour, LCN, made a grand entrance. She really likes to complain. Upon seeing our food, she made a grand opening speech, "Like that only ah?" Wah lao, you thought this is a $50 buffet at some 5-star hotel? But anyway, she brought Ferrero Rocher (however it is spelt), which I had to resist due to a sore throat and plenty of ulcers in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I only slept like 2 hours on the first night, not because I want to but I just couldn't fall asleep! Argh. Jiapei and I decided to invite another pitiful human, so we woke Tzumi up. Yay. In the end, we played Stress outside for a while, before going back to sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Escape Theme Park was quite pathetic. Other than the Inverter and the Pirate Ship, the other games aren't even worth a mention. The Inverter was great and very thrilling. The safety bars were held very tight though. The main purpose of the ride was to have yourself inverted (as the name brilliantly suggests) and get spun in mid-air, while screaming and having your hair all over your face. It was the best game they have.&lt;br /&gt;The Haunted House was creepy for me, because I hate these kind of things in the first place. I was looking at the floor the entire time, so all I spotted was a mannequin stained with blood lying on the floor and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the Pirate Ship was extremely entertaining and absolutely hilarious! Throughout the entire ride, apart from shouting, I was bursting into loud guffaws because there was this middle-aged woman who was sobbing and closing her eyes in fear seated in front of me! Trust me, the entire passengers on the Ship was laughing out loud during the pauses between screams.&lt;br /&gt;This is a rough description of what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ship whizzes down*&lt;br /&gt;People from my side of the boat: WAHHHHHH!!! EEEEKKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;(momentarily lull as the Ship has maximum kinetic energy)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: *weep weep* *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;*Ship whizzes down again*&lt;br /&gt;People from my side of the boat: WAHHHHHH!!! EEEEKKKKKK! WAHAHAHAHAHA! Look at that auntie in front!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lady: *weep weep* *sob sob* *wipes tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just went job-hunting with Lishan and Jiapei. Initially, we went to Rivervale Mall for a Sakae Sushi interview. Not exactly hopeful though. After that we went to Compass Point, and was informed that Metro have vacancies. Took the train the Ngee Ann City, where the HR office was located. I can't apply for the job though, because I will be away in HK for a few weeks during the holidays. Anyway, since there were only 2 vacancies in the Sengkang branch, it's better for the both of them. I hope they get positive news tomorrow! Best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you have any part-time jobs that can allow me to work for like a month only, please introduce them to me!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance.&lt;br /&gt;I can totally visualise my holiday --- lolling on the sofa, lamenting to whoever who bothers to talk to me on MSN on how bored I am and watching whatever HK dramas I can lay my hands on. Not too bad for a holiday actually. Cheers for self-consolation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8724906803817989862?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8724906803817989862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8724906803817989862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8724906803817989862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8724906803817989862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/job-hunt.html' title='Job Hunt!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8371195616575772637</id><published>2008-11-13T20:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:26:57.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of An Auntie: Grocery Shopping, Comparing Prices and Carrying Bags</title><content type='html'>Welcome to a blog entry entitled "The Life of An Auntie: Grocery Shopping, Comparing Prices and Carrying Bags". In this short recount, readers will be effectively informed of the lives ordinary aunties are going through as they follow five teenagers into Sheng Siong Hypermarket at Little India to do some serious shopping. Through photos and matching captions, readers' awareness of the duties of housewives, maids and whoever who does the grocery-shopping will be greatly increased. Viewer's discretion is advised due to mind-boggling numbers (of prices), dirt (from dirty vegetables) and mysterious white powder-ish unknown substances (found on weird melons).&lt;br /&gt;The five guinea pigs are the PJs, gearing up to get ready to purchase the food items and whatever else they need for the chalet BBQ on Sunday. Armed with a food list (which a pitiful girl was forced to type out) and a price list (that they obtained from checking prices in Cold Storage previosuly), they stepped into a poorly ventilated supermarket. What they did not know was the staggering amount of difficulties that were awaiting them, but no difficulties were unsurmountable for the PJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing the cast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwqkLmVoTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/agjAfs_vXn0/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268132465193886002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwqkLmVoTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/agjAfs_vXn0/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obstacle No.1: Finding the right bearings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwmDv3AerI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b8g37ogD0g8/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268127509945285298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwmDv3AerI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b8g37ogD0g8/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stef: Call it intuition or something but I'm dead sure Sheng Siong is just right in front of us!&lt;br /&gt;Determining the correct direction may not be an easy feat, especially when you are confronted by narrow and dimly-lit passageways that never seem to end. An experienced and professional full-time auntie must be able to get her bearings instantaneously, even if she is in a foreign land. Because if you get lost, you waste time, and time is money. They won't want to waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Rule No. 1: NEVER get lost. Even if it means bringing along compasses, maps and protractors to wet markets and to shopping malls, JUST BRING THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle No.2: Choosing the right item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwmELbkpBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tS2PhF6zEpE/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268127517346407442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwmELbkpBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tS2PhF6zEpE/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me: We have this weird shitty looking paste here, and a bubbling green mixture there. Which one should we get?&lt;br /&gt;It's every supermarket's marketing strategy to confuse their customers by displaying a wide array of similar products on the same shelf. Their agenda? To make you perplex to an extent you give up finding the right one, and get some of each instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Rule No. 2: KNOW what you want. Even if it means tasting and sampling millions of similar food products, plotting cumulative curves of the prices and creating sophiscated price charts to determine which product is the most value-for-money and taste the best, JUST DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle No.3: Getting your hands frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwmE6MOcDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HtNVNSY4IvE/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268127529898504242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwmE6MOcDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HtNVNSY4IvE/s400/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tzumi: Stef, is that a piece of frozen meat that fell out of its packaging or is it your frozen thumb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When choosing frozen products stored in freezers like the one shown above, do not just be concerned about the product you are choosing but your fingers as well. There have been notorious cases where desperate aunties dug into these freezers for better-frozen meat and had their fingers in these inhumane conditions for a long time. They got publicity though, when they appeared in the newspapers under the Classified ads for frozen body parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Auntie Rule No.3: KNOW when to give up. Even if it means bringing data loggers, thermocouples, thermometers and pulse-reading devices to determine your threshold, JUST BRING THEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obstacle No. 3: Deciphering weird labels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwwMkZ8GGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EmaqZHniCx0/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268138656605673570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwwMkZ8GGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EmaqZHniCx0/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The label reads 'COCK FIRE STARTER 40S'. It is of extreme importance that an experienced auntie must realise immediately that the label is not as good as it sounds. An informed auntie will realise that the so called "COCK" in the "COCK FIRE STARTER" is none other than...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwx1AgIAiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4Ip4JiMSStk/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268140450854208034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwx1AgIAiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4Ip4JiMSStk/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Rule No.4: SEEING ISN'T BELIEVING. Even if it means using microscopes, magnifying glasses and ripping open the packaging to make sure you are getting what you think you are getting, JUST USE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle No.5: Competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRw0TLvK2kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/E5IdGptpqPg/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268143168289430082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRw0TLvK2kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/E5IdGptpqPg/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lishan: Eh, Jiapei, show your fighting spirit! She's grabbing your potatoes! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;When you meet a fellow customer choosing the same items as you want, NEVER give way, because it means they have the upper hand to choose the better quality goods. You, my friend, will be left with nothing but leftovers that are stained with the person's fingerprints, to make matters worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Rule No.5: NO FRIGHT, JUST FIGHT! Even if it means pushing the person, poking the ribs and tickling the spine to get rid of the pest, JUST DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life of An Auntie: Grocery Shopping, Comparing Prices and Carrying Bags have come to an end. I hope you have had a great learning experience. With these handy tips, your grocery-shopping adventure can now begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THE END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, watched Quantum of Solace before experimenting auntie life. It wasn't great. I didn't really understand the story plot. Perhaps my poor comprehension skills is to blame. But the action was laudable. Except that it is a typical hero story, where the hero never dies. Neither will he get shot. Maybe he will get injured, but never dies. The enemies' machine guns are not even comparable to the heroes' stone catapults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ gave me a EXTREMELY CUTE and huge monkey soft toy for my birthday! Thank you thank you! Shall upload the pictures when I'm free. Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8371195616575772637?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8371195616575772637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8371195616575772637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8371195616575772637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8371195616575772637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-of-auntie-grocery-shopping.html' title='The Life of An Auntie: Grocery Shopping, Comparing Prices and Carrying Bags'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRwqkLmVoTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/agjAfs_vXn0/s72-c/IMG_0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-5766405128367916031</id><published>2008-11-13T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:14:13.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today's Bio P1 marked the end of the O Levels, which means that the dreaded exams have finally ended! Rejoice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a short update. After that, I'll be meeting the PJs to watch Quantum of Solace in Plaza Singapura and to get the food stuff for our chalet BBQ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be a heavy load =( Haha, but nevermind! It'll be fun all the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRuNP1hmXXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/I1kbkUJeW9w/s1600-h/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267959492345486706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRuNP1hmXXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/I1kbkUJeW9w/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random PJ photo! Thanks to Eileen for the pictures! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5766405128367916031?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5766405128367916031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5766405128367916031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5766405128367916031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5766405128367916031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/slacking-time.html' title='Slacking time!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRuNP1hmXXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/I1kbkUJeW9w/s72-c/IMG_1314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-87987525833126401</id><published>2008-11-10T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:00:06.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun time is arriving!</title><content type='html'>Today was Physics Paper 1. It was relatively okay, except that I got 2 MCQs wrong already. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Os are coming to a close soon, the holidays are coming and the class chalet is coming too!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely looking forward to the class chalet!&lt;br /&gt;Since 4I isn't really bonded as a class, this will be a great chance to, even though it's time for separation as well. At least in future when you recall your high school life, you still have pleasant memories like those you're going to get during the chalet, alongside with memories of how there will be lull in class whenever teachers ask questions and many others.&lt;br /&gt;It's incredibly obvious for all to see that our class are separated into several cliques, few which inter-mingle. THIS is the perfect opportunity to you know, get to know each other better. A bit saddening this is, to decide to bond the class not in the beginning but at the end. But at least we get this chance.&lt;br /&gt;It will be fun too! With all the typical chalet activities like BBQ, cycling, mahjong (yay!) and perhaps a trip to Singapore's LARGEST (or rather, ONLY) theme park or Singapore's LARGEST water theme park! (refer to image below. Credit: Costa Sands Resort and Tzumi, which took the effort to circle the most truthful parts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRgf7hr65UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/usdYpVBWfLY/s1600-h/costa+sands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRgf7hr65UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/usdYpVBWfLY/s400/costa+sands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266994871725122882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LARGEST &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay? Don't play play ah. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LARGEST &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;leh.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of bragging about Singapore's colossal attractions, and back to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;It will be SOOOO fun, it's a pity if you can't come. In case you are thinking I am purely writing this to get those that were not planning to come, to come, true, I am. But more importantly, I am expressing my euphoria and not masking my excitement! AND highlighting what absentees will be, regretfully, missing.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that it's at the end when you will start thinking about the beginning. You know our beginning didn't come out so well. The least you could do: make the END the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/26657542-87987525833126401?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/87987525833126401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=87987525833126401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/87987525833126401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/87987525833126401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-time-is-arriving.html' title='Fun time is arriving!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SRgf7hr65UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/usdYpVBWfLY/s72-c/costa+sands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-7004496750514641965</id><published>2008-11-07T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:57:48.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad Aware!</title><content type='html'>Please do me a favour and click on the advertisements you see after my most recent posts and the one right on top. Thank you. Just click and close the window. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suntec yesterday to support my brother, who was involved in some Clean and Green thing exhibition at the Convention Hall. Apparently, it was the last day of the exhibition and the microorganism, Daphnia, which they were researching on was already erm... dead. I was rather enthusiastic when I first arrived, asking him to show me Daphnia through the microscope. My euphoria dissipated when he nonchalantly replied, "Die already lah. Only 1 day lifespan."&lt;br /&gt;Erm, wow. I replied, "Wahlao, I came all the way from Sengkang to see it and you tell me it's dead?!" No wonder their microscope was on the floor, collecting dust and more dead microbes.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, anyway it is perfectly alright to exhibit dead microorganisms. Yup, perfectly alright. It doesn't matter, not like anyone will really care if they were alive. Except maybe me.&lt;br /&gt;The exhibition was rather boring but there were lots of primary school kids frolicking around who appeared to be having the time of their lives. Well, kids are easily satisfied, as always. I think they will be appalled just by seeing a microscope, even though it is resting peacefully on the floor and there was nothing magnified for them to see except for enlarged specks of dust. Good for them, make their lives happier.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, bought some stuff, and went home in a school-sponsored cab with my brother and mum.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the microscope, my bro was supposed to bring it home. I tried to see my cheek cells. Following the usual steps, I used a toothpick to scratch the inner part of my mouth. Then I spread it on a self-made plastic slide. I ingeniously used soya sauce to stain the cells, only to be utterly disappointed when I saw nothing at all. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Not giving up, I tried magnifying the bacteria cells in Yakault. Failed.&lt;br /&gt;Skin of a piece of unfortunate garlic. Failed.&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper (hoping to see some fibre). Failed.&lt;br /&gt;My overall conclusion is... the microscope is malfunctioning. Don't blame me for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7004496750514641965?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7004496750514641965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7004496750514641965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7004496750514641965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7004496750514641965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/ad-aware.html' title='Ad Aware!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8130572028710394540</id><published>2008-11-05T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:51:53.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 hours left!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeps, 3 hours left of papers before the official end of O Levels. Sorry, there isn't a better opening than that sentence, so I'll have to make do with the fact that probably thousands of other people are typing the same sentence on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;And on 13th November, everyone will spam "IT'S OVER! FINALLY!" on their blogs, MSN nicks and whatnot. It is so typical of an exam candidate to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Other possible messages include:&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;O LVLS ARE GONE!&lt;br /&gt;Bye O Levels, Come HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;And some emo ones will go "Starting a new phase in my life... I must adapt somehow *wipes tears*" and some confounded ones will shriek "JC OR POLY? HELP ME!!!".&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on about the other potential phrases and words that will bombard every student's blog, let's talk about about today's paper --- Higher Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay. &lt;/span&gt;I won't say it's good because my Chinese standard is... 有限公司.&lt;br /&gt;Well, see if Lady Luck is shining on me! I think I just randomly fitted in bits to my summary. Hopefully, they are the right bits then.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently squeezed dry of my creative brain juice and I seriously can't think of anything interesting to salvage my rotten blog! *inhales deeply and gets suffocated by methane*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8130572028710394540?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8130572028710394540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8130572028710394540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8130572028710394540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8130572028710394540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-hours-left.html' title='3 hours left!!!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8382164866102982519</id><published>2008-11-04T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:06:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a breather!</title><content type='html'>It is almost over! Just 4 more papers! HCL, then the MCQs for the sciences!&lt;br /&gt;And then, it will be... *drums roll* FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;I will be so free. I miss the days when I can just sit around and do nothing. But these days are nearing! Rejoice! *raises pompoms*&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I am going to spend a large portion of my holiday in Singapore. I can imagine myself fusing with the couch when I lie on it for too long while watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to as well, is 4I Class Chalet. Hoho. I've never been to any of the class chalet because I'm always in HK during that time. Now finally there's a chance! Another thing to look forward to is Graduation Camp right after the chalet!&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, physical exhaustion will be too unbearable!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this post is getting rubbishy and nonsensical. I have no idea what I am typing either. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;I'll sign off now, to save your time and eye power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8382164866102982519?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8382164866102982519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8382164866102982519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8382164866102982519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8382164866102982519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-breather.html' title='Take a breather!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-7128288167534686520</id><published>2008-10-03T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:08:35.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As busy as a bee</title><content type='html'>It's only 17 Days to the O Levels!&lt;br /&gt;I will make this post short and sweet after which I shall randomly draw out a set of papers from the mountain load of worksheets and papers the teacher gave us and attempt it.&lt;br /&gt;Study leave is finally granted but it isn't really a study leave at all. A teacher insisted on our presence for her lessons and we have Maths Mock Exam on one of the supposedly Study-Leave days. But something is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And as if the 6 or 7 sets of A Maths papers weren't enough, we got for ourselves SEVEN SETS OF ENGLISH COMPREHENSION! SEVEN! SEVEN! SEVEN! Of course I won't attempt all. That is equivalent to plunging a knife straight into your own heart.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Chinese Mock Exam. It appeared that a lot of people pon it. Anyway, forced out a really dumb suggestion for the Newspaper Reflection. Ahh, it's funny how we always complain things are better expressed in English but when it comes to 报章报道, let's just stay put with 报章报道 instead of Newspaper Reflection. It is more comprehensible for me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,  before I sign off, good luck to everyone taking the exams. Good luck to myself too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7128288167534686520?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7128288167534686520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7128288167534686520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7128288167534686520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7128288167534686520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-busy-as-bee.html' title='As busy as a bee'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-5636555608819062039</id><published>2008-09-20T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:52:33.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsensical update</title><content type='html'>Few things to note:&lt;br /&gt;My supposedly pleasant weekend sleep was disrupted by a E Maths Mock Exam.&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered my phone camera zoom function.&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed off with A Maths.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;TV shows on Saturdays are boring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge pimple above my lip it looks I've just been beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5636555608819062039?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5636555608819062039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5636555608819062039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5636555608819062039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5636555608819062039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/09/nonsensical-update.html' title='Nonsensical update'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-4008506094766843178</id><published>2008-09-19T15:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:27:44.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get them fresh from the oven!</title><content type='html'>Basically, we are back to the everyday remedial drill. Everything is getting immensely boring nowadays and I lost count of the number of days to the O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day is on the 16th October, which I am so not looking forward to. Because it signifies the approach of the dreaded exams and it means we are leaving the school soon, the place which holds our memory for 4 solid years.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely one memorable schooling experience I've had, considering the limited number of my experiences. The people I've met are great, excluding some pesky imps who annoy the hell out of people.&lt;br /&gt;Sulphur dioxide-like irritants aside, let me introduce you to the LATEST ALBUM from...&lt;br /&gt;*drums roll*&lt;br /&gt;Girl-band S.P.A! Consisting of 3 fabulous singers, they make up a legendary music machine! The newest album SPA: The Excess-ment, was launched just yesterday in the Chemistry Lab. The inundating response was anything but surprising. After all, they were well-known for their vocals (especially the helium voice of lead singer, LCN), their dressings (freshly-poached leopard prints is THE THING for back-up singer TMNR) and their exaggerating facial expressions (geisha-like small lips for the other back-up singer, Babara, only that it is natural).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SNNbw6pxEpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fMftrXWToxw/s1600-h/spaspa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SNNbw6pxEpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fMftrXWToxw/s400/spaspa.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247638886753047186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of the long-awaited tracks include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "SPA is a treat" 3:40&lt;br /&gt;2."How to Dig a Grave" solo by TMNR 3:12&lt;br /&gt;3."How to lie in one" solo by TMNR 3:13&lt;br /&gt;3. "The Right Chloride!" solo by LCN 6:00 (a lengthy treat for the ears)&lt;br /&gt;4. "The Bookshelf is shaded, the Book is White" solo by Babara&lt;br /&gt;5. "A1 A1 A1" 3:26&lt;br /&gt;6. "Touch my Bunny" solo by TMNR 4:12&lt;br /&gt;7. "Your results are disgusting!" 2:44&lt;br /&gt;8. "Obviously I don't know how a clock works" 3:87&lt;br /&gt;9. "Nothing is Impossible. Oops, I got sued." solo by LCN 3:55&lt;br /&gt;10. "Blank"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVD version includes the making of the MV of Track 2: How to dig a Grave and Track 3: How to Lie in One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get an exclusive interview with the singing prodigies. When questioned, the 3 females giggled shyly and covered their faces with used filter paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So why is it called the SPA?"&lt;br /&gt;LCN, grabbing the mic: That's so easy! Still dare ask, go check internet!&lt;br /&gt;Me *eyes watering*: "Please..."&lt;br /&gt;LCN: Ok la. At first we wanted to call ourselves SPCA, but we thought it made us look like animals! Ingeniously, we excluded the C. And now, we are the SPA!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Very ingenious indeed!&lt;br /&gt;LCN: Of course la, I thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You mean the idea of excluding the C?&lt;br /&gt;LCN: No, I mean the name SPCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You must be an animal love? Especially leopards?&lt;br /&gt;TMNR: How do you know? Is it very obvious?&lt;br /&gt;Me *glancing at leopard print blouse TMNR is donning*: No, actually not really.&lt;br /&gt;TMNR: I love leopards since I was young. They are fascinating creatures. Their speed, their agility, always on top of the food web. Being on the highest trophic level, they are definitely equivalent to humans.&lt;br /&gt;Me: If you love them so much, why poach them for their skin?&lt;br /&gt;TMNR: Oh no no no. I don't poach them, I borrow it from them. After wearing it for a day, I return it to them and borrow another one from another leopard. See, it's a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm, more like a leopard genocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what do you think of Crocs?&lt;br /&gt;Babara: Well, it aids in the evaporation of sweat. You know, the holes here and there allows water from my feet to evaporate. You do know water has a high specific heat capacity? The friction while walking generates heat in our body. We need to get rid of that.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, yeah sure. Then why don't you walk barefooted instead?&lt;br /&gt;Babara: Oh!That's one of my childhood ambition and hobby. When I was really young, I loved to walk around bare-footed on the streets. But everything ceased when my foot landed onto a pile of shit --- which I think I egested.&lt;br /&gt;Me *awkward*: Wow, that sounds... special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enjoyable talking to the 3 divas and I am sure their album will be a blast! Purchase them right now! Hurry, good things don't last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4008506094766843178?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4008506094766843178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4008506094766843178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4008506094766843178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4008506094766843178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-them-fresh-from-oven.html' title='Get them fresh from the oven!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SNNbw6pxEpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fMftrXWToxw/s72-c/spaspa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-3810617888078356479</id><published>2008-09-12T20:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:08:20.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One exam down, another to go</title><content type='html'>Today's Biology P1 ended with little frustration and sorrow. Hopefully, it  will last forever. After a short going-through-of-answers for the SS paper, we  ate our brunch at the school canteen. A drizzle caused us to board the bus to  CP, and then took Bus 86 to AMK Hub.  &lt;div&gt;I WILL NEVER TAKE THAT BLOODY BUS AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The journey is horrendously long! I know travelling from the starting bus  terminal to the ending one isn't short, but seriously, it's only from Sengkang  to AMK?! The bus drove around Sengkang area in carousel fashion, travelled  around Jalan Kayu in a conveyor-belt-like motion and merried-go-round in Yio Chu  Kang, before finally reaching the destination. Wow, I can't be more  impressed that the transport system bears an uncanny resemblance to carnival rides and sushi conveyer belts. Kudos. Now I know who to pity --- my brother, who takes this bus to school.  Awww.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Bought the tickets immediately. While waiting for the showtime, which was a  lengthy an hour and 45 mins, we went to the supermarket downstairs and purchased  cheapskate popcorn, which costed the 5 of us a measly 70 cents each. Exhausted  and lazy, the ice cream cones we bought from McDonalds gave us enough credit and  rights to occupy their tables for 1 hour.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Babylon A.D was great, even though I don't really know the story and the  ending was much less that satisfactory. The ending was so unclear and undefined,  like the Iraq and Kuwait borders. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yesterday when I was watching the trailer for the movie, I read a comment  that stated the ending was like, "Hey kids, a storm is coming". By the way, many  commented the ending sucked, so I guessed I rather expected it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;When the scene depicted the lead actor holding the hands of his daughters,  I knew what to wait for. A dumb ending and the QUOTE. Alas, it came and the  credits rolled before our eyes with a few even realising that the movie had already  ended.&lt;br /&gt;But I still recommend the show. I personally believe that's the best movie amongst the others showing right now. What's that, 12 Lotus? Well, if 881 bored me to tears, I don't see why that won't.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we took a bus to Tzumi's house. Wanted to play Bishi-Bashi on PS2 but apparently the disk took cover and she couldnt find it. Got bored playing the PS, so we proceeded to take pictures with her built-in camera on her Vaio.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, doing all the stupid things you can ever imagine. Whenever we take a seemingly lame picture or video, we console ourselves by saying we only have a few months left together in the same school. Ahh, that's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 nicest pictures that survived Tzumi's wreckless deletion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SMpm-Z5lPyI/AAAAAAAAADs/S0WcEH6Vlpk/s1600-h/IMG00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SMpm-Z5lPyI/AAAAAAAAADs/S0WcEH6Vlpk/s400/IMG00056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245117938316689186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SMpm-kxLrTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/A7nOseCv9zA/s1600-h/IMG00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SMpm-kxLrTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/A7nOseCv9zA/s400/IMG00055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245117941234249010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still LOADS more unglam pictures but Tzumi forgot to save it, resulting in the wastage of our efforts as well as the loss of several great photos. Ah well, a perfect scenario to describe how technology fails you. But nevermind, we will find another chance. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;As I welcome the end of Prelims, I feel the Os coming too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3810617888078356479?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3810617888078356479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3810617888078356479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3810617888078356479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3810617888078356479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-exam-down-another-to-go.html' title='One exam down, another to go'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SMpm-Z5lPyI/AAAAAAAAADs/S0WcEH6Vlpk/s72-c/IMG00056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-5072739520308053406</id><published>2008-09-11T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:56:49.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OVER! Not just yet.</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness, the prelims are ending tomorrow. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;It was Biology P2 today. It was okay, but it is hard to score, seeing the rate at which my marks are being deducted for not including the damned elusive main points. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's paper will end really early, 9am in fact, which is and hour and a half earlier than the time I usually wake up during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, as a simple end-of-exam celebration, we might be going out for a movie, KBox or mahjong. Most slightly a movie though, maybe Babylon AD or something. There is a lack of good movies at this moment. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot, after the 9am paper we still have to stay back to go through the SS paper. I am more than willing to do so. After all, all it does it to disrupt my celebration, resting, recreational, leisure, slacking, daydreaming and enjoyment plans. For the sake of SS, I am willing to sacrifice all the time I have, just to learn about HUBS, MOTIVE LANGUAGE and maybe the proper techniques to shield yourself from approaching flood dangers which contains a delightful mixture of salivary amylase and residue of fried chicken and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you sensed the sarcasm though.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, you'll expect a CRY-FOR-JOY post tomorrow to signify the end of the exams, which everyone apparently knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5072739520308053406?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5072739520308053406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5072739520308053406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5072739520308053406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5072739520308053406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s OVER! Not just yet.'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-2157846015030171872</id><published>2008-09-08T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:22:07.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know it when Disasters come knocking</title><content type='html'>Today's A Maths paper 2 was...&lt;br /&gt;DISASTROUS!&lt;br /&gt;Many questions were so difficult and the bloody 2 and a half hours is too little! My whole question paper is filled with angry circles of frustration and hopelessness! That's just great. C'mon, it's not like the O Levels will be so tough? So why make it mission impossible for everyone, or maybe just me?&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath and sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Since the catastrophe ended at 10.30am, the PJs and I went to Yoshinoya for lunch. Beef bowl was savouring, excluding the ugly carrots and long beans, but I gulped them down anyway, forcefully. Chatted a while, discussed about questions from the cataclysmic misadventure which were usually responded with sighs of sorrow, but not relief.&lt;br /&gt;Next, went home and started studying Physics. Got bored, so here I am, staring at a small lighted screen, fingers resting on the keyboard and pondering what bombastic words to use to effectively describe the disaster as well as what to add on to this boring post to make it a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-2157846015030171872?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/2157846015030171872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=2157846015030171872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2157846015030171872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2157846015030171872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-it-when-disasters-come.html' title='You Know it when Disasters come knocking'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6715311046820466766</id><published>2008-09-06T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:03:44.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are ending!</title><content type='html'>I hate holidays, they end too fast!&lt;br /&gt;Great, I have loads left to study. That's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spent a few days of my measly 1 week holiday out. One day was for Comex at Suntec City. It was seriously overcrowded, we literally had to squeeze our way through. I feel like getting a new laptop now, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;Another day was my mum's birthday, so we went out for the movie, Meet Dave. It was quite funny. Movie tickets were incredibly cheap! It's only $6, even for adults, if you use UOB credit cards or NETS to foot the bill. It's damn worth it, and now I feel like I am advertising for Cathay cineplexes, except that I don't get paid. =(&lt;br /&gt;Taking advantage of th $6 promotion, we went for another movie, Money No Enough 2. It was quite nice I would say and politically daring. Seah would definitely rattle on how they have the moral courage to stand up and speak the truth... But enough of school curriculum, it spoils the holiday atmosphere! I would say the movie is a little unrealistic because it is really such a COINCIDENCE that both the grandmother and granddaughter need the 2 packets of blood at exactly the same time and if the grandmother was suffering from internal bleeding, how could she be mentally conscious enough to rip off the whatever tube from her mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I know, it's just a movie. Point taken.&lt;br /&gt;And before I end this meaningless post, listen the David Archuleta's Crush, it's very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6715311046820466766?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6715311046820466766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6715311046820466766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6715311046820466766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6715311046820466766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays-are-ending.html' title='Holidays are ending!'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6418260505881325290</id><published>2008-08-30T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:33:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 august 2008</title><content type='html'>Oh ya, please visit Tzumi's blog at &lt;a href="http://tzumiisanicegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tzumiisanicegirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Fangyin's blog at &lt;a href="http://all-boutyfy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://all-boutyfy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6418260505881325290?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6418260505881325290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6418260505881325290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6418260505881325290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6418260505881325290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/08/30-august-2008.html' title='30 august 2008'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-833155718380813531</id><published>2008-08-29T18:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:24:29.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 August 2008</title><content type='html'>Today was Teacher's Day Celebration, the last teacher's day celebration the graduating classes will have in NCHS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as usual, wore half-uniform instead. Now here comes the irony, if we are supposed to specially wear PE for ACES day, why can't we just remain in our PE attire for the whole day? It's completely non-sensical, coming to school in half-u or full-u, then change to PE, after doing a series of maniacal exercise routines, AND THEN change back to uniform for the performances. That, my friend, is completely redundant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance was well, normal, like every other performances we had for the previous three years. The most memorable part was the video about Miss Pey and Miss Ng donning the school uniform. It was hilarious because they looked incredibly like one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performances was Physics lessons, such a party pooper. But before we went for the lessons, we grabbed the cards and the pens and roamed the school for The Massive Teacher Hunt. We found Mrs Sim so easily, it felt like she was the one finding us, because we had barely reached the stairs when she almost banged into us. Passed her the card and the pens, told her we DID sponsor her red pens (she once complained that her 80 cents pens were very expensive..., and when I commented the pens were already very cheap, she asked me to sponsor), and continued the Hunt. One down, 7 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two preys, YAP and LCN were strategically located outside the hall, but we almost missed LCN as her red shirt provided her a much-needed camouflage in the stage curtains. Hastily passed YAP whatever was for her, then proceeded to LCN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the fun part. *laughs mirthlessly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We insisted for LCN to open her card, but since she was already carrying so many gifts, we opened it for her, to reveal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LCN EMPIRE. With an overwhelming armed force of 5, the LCN is not one to be trifled with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SLfO52qbsUI/AAAAAAAAADk/CnEvXzzF5PM/s1600-h/Image300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239884184790217026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SLfO52qbsUI/AAAAAAAAADk/CnEvXzzF5PM/s400/Image300.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Located in Tiger Woods, a forest in India, the LCN empire prospered under the good governance of Dowager Low. Being pragmatic, transparent, meritocratic and morally-courageous are few of the inordinate number of reasons for the Rise of This Empire. But, not everything was smooth-sailing for Dowager Low. There were times, traced back to the BCs and Ice Ages, when difficulties and obstacles were as common as our Common Tests. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sources which included scorched scrolls and burnt parchments reflected on the cruel reality of this Empire and proved that her journey to success was anything but an easy task. To begin the story, lets rewind to the Ice Age, when Dowager Low was a CUTE infant, her body wrapped in mammoth skin and sleeping soundly in her crib made of mammoth bones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, her crib caved in - unsurprisingly, considering the oversized baby and the poor workmanship. But that break in her crib signified a revolutionary Age - The OLD AGE, for that fall caused a spontaneous change in gene structure or chromosome number, also known as mutation (due to complications, the records were uncertain as well) in the omnipotent being. As cavemen and cavewomen of that time witnessed the birth of a potential leader, they placed whatever little hopes they have for the Tribe, onto an infant who was crying in pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wunderkind's growth process was like any other children, except for one factor, one factor so important it can bring about the entire tribe's subsistence - and extinction. The factor was none other than the exposure to chemicals. The unexplained mutation made her an instant prodigy in Chemistry. At the age of 4, she invented a potion to slow down her growth. At 6, she inscribed a Chemistry manual onto the skin of jaguars, which are now well-preserved under the ground as fossil fuels. At the age of 12, her disgust for pests inspired her greatest invention of all times - the DDT, a pesticide, except that she felt everyone except herself (or someone that looks like her) is pestilent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a matter of seconds, half of the Tribe was wiped out. Afraid of losing company, she came up with a cloning potion, and took 4 big gulps...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The results were instantaneous. Standing before her were four persons. Four very different persons, yet they look exactly similar. (Some records stated that it wasn't the cloning potion, it was asexual reproduction, which resulted in genetically (and physically, in this case) identical offsprings).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pleased with the addition of 4 new members to her dying tribe, she skipped out of her humble abode made of banana leaves (records say she used zinc roofs instead, reduce corrosion or something). What welcomed her shocked her utterly. Staring aghast at mountains of diamonds, she yelped in joy when she regained her senses. She dived into these diamonds, did a back flip, almost breaking her bone, and squealed in excitement. For she knew that her tribe was saved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selling 1 ton of the diamonds and keeping the remaining 99 tonnes for her collection, she collected a huge amount of profit. She rebuild her district, but it was a Tribe no more, it was an Empire. The Low Empire. The LCN Empire, the empire whose slightest mention of its name is responded by quivers and shivers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The army of 5, the truckload of diamonds and the formiable Dowager signified the Rise of the Empire, which was anything but easy to build.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- THE END -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the other teachers, well, they received the gifts and politely said thanks. What else will they do? Like, what else can they do that the legendary Dowager can't?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-833155718380813531?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/833155718380813531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=833155718380813531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/833155718380813531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/833155718380813531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/08/29-august-2008.html' title='29 August 2008'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SLfO52qbsUI/AAAAAAAAADk/CnEvXzzF5PM/s72-c/Image300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-1174069380675221978</id><published>2008-08-28T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:06:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 August 2008</title><content type='html'>Finally, a well-deserved break!&lt;br /&gt;At least we are given a week to prepare for our remaining Prelim exams. Better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;When the principal announced that each class will be honoured enough to plant a tree for the school, everyone was stifling their laughter. It was, well, LAME. Maybe he was hoping twenty years from now, we will return to our alma mater, perhaps see the tree, start getting nostalgic, remember how the school nurtured and groomed us, AND then donate half of your assets, and maybe half of the land you own to build another koi pond or something. That is his primary motive!&lt;br /&gt;But, land fragmentation results in small plots of land, which are extremely not productive. Maybe the kois will feel too overcrowded and jump out of the water, and possibly become scorched to death. There you go, free salted fish.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the school will transform into a fish farm. A salted fish farm. And salinisation will be such a problem the school decides to abandon it. The land where the kois thrived is now a desert.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, you have just witnessed me DISTORTING Geography facts, partially influenced by today Geography Prelim. Well, I answered one 8 mark question with a measly 6 lines. Great.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Teacher's Day celebration, and for once in 4 fringin' years, I, as well as the PJs, have decided to make something for the teachers. &lt;br /&gt;I made a dirty-rotting-leaves-green card for LCN. Can't wait to see her expression when she opens it tomorrow, to see another 5 of her candid shots looking back at her =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-1174069380675221978?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/1174069380675221978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=1174069380675221978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1174069380675221978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1174069380675221978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/08/28-august-2008.html' title='28 August 2008'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8255534051891047908</id><published>2008-08-02T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:05:03.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd august 2008</title><content type='html'>It's hard to deny that the stress is building up with the ongoing Pre-Prelim Mock, upcoming Prelims, Post-Prelim Mock and the O Levels itself.&lt;br /&gt;We just had the Geography Mock, which got interrupted by the glaring sun and saw us shifting to another bench (we're in the canteen, conducive, I know) all amidst an ongoing exam. After that was the Chemistry paper, which I didn't really study for due to the lack of time and a bit of laziness.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, basically am busy most of the days. The carefree days where there are 4 days in a school week where I can easily reach home by 3pm... But that was history. And if you insist history always repeats itself, I assure you this will not.&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't be posting much. You know, just let things rot. Maybe I should attach some litmus paper to the blog so that when it rots, some acidic thing will turn blue litmus red and warn others that this is not fit for viewing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8255534051891047908?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8255534051891047908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8255534051891047908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8255534051891047908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8255534051891047908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/08/2nd-august-2008.html' title='2nd august 2008'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-5301831236121602031</id><published>2008-06-10T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:00:37.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 June 2007</title><content type='html'>I am BORED to my nerve endings!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much homework waiting for me that I am doubtful whether I can finish the whole bloody load! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of lamenting, let's go on to the more interesting thing I have been doing! HEHE, I am watching HK dramas! They are really nice, compared to Channel 8's fabulous broadcasts. They (S'pore shows) are either dumb, stupid, imbecilic or are direct replicas of some dumbass drama from a few years back except for a different, but equally lousy, cast.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm totally done with Prison Break 3! It was fantastic! And the last episode in which Scofield outwitted Susan, the evil bitch, was so satisfactory I was laughing at her stupidity and of course, commending his intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have been doing some hours of CIP at the Sengkang library. Our shelving duties were so boring, we slacked a couple of times and got caught. We can only blame ourselves --- not for being lazy but for reading the magazines in such an obvious place easily spotted by the library staff.&lt;br /&gt;School will be re-opening soon! Why must all good things come to an end, why can't HOMEWORK come to an end?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5301831236121602031?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5301831236121602031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5301831236121602031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5301831236121602031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5301831236121602031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-june-2007.html' title='10 June 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-2328899898916035671</id><published>2008-06-03T17:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:28:09.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 June 2008</title><content type='html'>With the increased occurrence of natural disasters like the Sichaun earthquake and the Myammar cyclone, we can't help but ponder, will the Earth come to an eventual end? And if so, when?&lt;br /&gt;Oracles, psychics and whatnot have unanimously predicted that Doomsday will be on 21 December 2012, which is barely 4 years from now. I got this information from a video Stef sent me, which is posted on Youtube. It is an episode shown on the History Channel. Before going onto an SS reliability SBQ frenzy, let's just presume that the History Channel is a reliable source. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecTE6lXI-m0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecTE6lXI-m0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just do a really quick summary of the video for those who don't bother to watch it. Various INDEPENDENT sources, such as the Mayan calendar, invented by some tribe in South America or something, the I Ching (some Chinese fortune telling thingy) and the Book of Relevations have miraculously concluded that the day the world end will be 4 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Calendar can predict, extremely accurately, the occurrences of solar eclipses 1000 years later. The funny thing is, it predicted that on the eventful day in 2012, the Earth will be aligned to the Sun and the Milkway Way of something and this uncommon linear arrangement may be the spark to a global catastrophe as the plates may move, earthquakes and tsunamis will occur, killing millions and probably causing the world to sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I Ching is an ingenious way of fortune telling, consisting of throwing 3 coins. When most of the coins are heads, a broken (or straight) line is drawn. When most of the coins are tails, a straight (or broken, I really can't remember the sequence). This is repeated 6 times and the pattern obtained is checked against a book which contains the explanations for the possible 64 patterns. This genius or something observed that this pattern occurred 64 times and plotted a graph, which sadly, ended at 2012. Does that mark the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes various Oracles, Merlin and ladies that live in caves, whose predictions are claimed to be cut-throat accurate. All of them predicted that disasters will occur in the 21st century. Scientists however, conducted several tests on the caves the ladies lived in and discovered the presence of a gas that causes hallocinations. Here comes the big question: Are these simply hallucinations, or accurate forecasts of the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, it is remarkedly amazing how so many independent sources, who supposedly did not come together in any forms of interaction, can come out with so similar predictions. Is it just purely coincidence, or is there more that meets the eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows, not even the profs and smarty pants called to give their intelligent speeches on the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after I watched the video, what I found most convincing and scientific was the alignment of the Sun, Earth and the Milky Way, which may result in the Earth changing its axis. I thought that was the most believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world is going to end, why do we still have to study?! And if tsunamis are predicted and the earth expected to sink, why don't everyone pack up and get ready for a yacht holiday or fishing trip on Dec 2012?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the world really ends, who will replace us? Will it be the dinosaurs again or some new species never known to exist by humans (nudges image below)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SEUTt9cTE9I/AAAAAAAAADc/boEx5Y0QnXg/s1600-h/DSC03291.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207590224432141266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SEUTt9cTE9I/AAAAAAAAADc/boEx5Y0QnXg/s400/DSC03291.gif" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess we have to wait till 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-2328899898916035671?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/2328899898916035671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=2328899898916035671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2328899898916035671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2328899898916035671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-june-2008.html' title='3 June 2008'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/SEUTt9cTE9I/AAAAAAAAADc/boEx5Y0QnXg/s72-c/DSC03291.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-9137910401829346079</id><published>2008-04-05T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:39:26.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 april 2007</title><content type='html'>For once, I shall feign ignorance to the unnatural decay of my blog and pretend that it is flourishing at a rate similar to that of the trade in Venice before her fall.&lt;br /&gt;School is pretty much boring, but extremely busy for me. Last Friday was the school's 61st Anniversary and I, self-proclaimed but widely-recognised slacker of NPCC, was involved in the parade. Ardous training followed. We had training almost everyday for two weeks, sacrificing recreation and study time for the sake of wearing the Number One uniform, which HQ so kindly lent us but on one harmless condition --- pay for the full set ($300-400, the Sir mendaciously said) if you misplace any single item, for example, a measly button, or even worst, the ring to secure the button.&lt;br /&gt;Since I am planning not to post events in chronological order, let's rewind to last Tuesday. I was supposed to have training but I excused myself from it due to some very urgent, personal matters. I was hesitating whether to skip training because the sirs had been emphasising that full attendence will 90% guarantee a spot in the GOH. It turned out that skipping that particular training was a correct decision anyway, or else it will be VERY VERY VERY regretful.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after a session of NPCC, which included a 1 and half hour card session in the class, 10 minute break in the library scaning copies of the year book and laughing at pictures of Babara and LCN, Stef and I stayed back to watch the Secondary School Debating Competition so rarely and miraculously held in our school premises. Yes, NCHS &lt;em&gt;WAS &lt;/em&gt;the host.&lt;br /&gt;There was a 6pm match, Raffles Instituion vs United World College. We sheepishly entered debate room 1 a.k.a a normal classroom, and seated ourselves next to a sea of guys in white uniforms holding white notepads to copy notes on and behind a few Caucasian and one particularly irritating Chinese supporter who kept nodding his head when the speaker delivered their speeches, from UWC with &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;accent. Phew, that was a long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;It was a VERY interesting debate, and rather heated as well. It was totally worth that one hour. RI won.&lt;br /&gt;At 7.30pm was NCHS debate team and some Indian school. Their speakers were unexpectedly really good, but their accent got stronger and stronger with every speaker. NCHS speakers were better. And yes, we WON! Congratulations to the debate team, and nice screaming cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-9137910401829346079?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/9137910401829346079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=9137910401829346079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/9137910401829346079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/9137910401829346079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-april-2007.html' title='5 april 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-2110860507133559080</id><published>2008-02-27T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:56:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th Feb 2008</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no confidence in today's papers, that is Physics and Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Biology - I'm confused, definitely missing out the crucial keypoints. If I'm lucky, I might get a borderline pass like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;Physics- Loads of definitions, glad I learnt them. Had trouble with the current electricity questions, like I had when I was in Sec 2. Have always hated electricity, but again, it powers my computer and my television!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the school has inhumanely organised a dumb English enrichment class, disrupting everyone's study schedules for the heavy tests on the next day. When I went down for lunch with the PJs, I saw a group of teachers surrounding absurdly thick piles of white paper. So much for saving the trees. You know, for Chinese compositions, we are always asked to write about how teenagers like ourselves always don't bother to save the Earth. Really, we aren't the only ones to blame.&lt;br /&gt;And adults who think teenagers are not respecting the elders etc etc, please, I urge you to draw the curtains open and watch as the old uncles and aunties cut OUR queue in coffeeshops shamelessly. Yes, I have personally experienced a few cases of oldhags-feigning-ignorance-and-appearing-right-at-the-counter and I didn't enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the main point. Surrounding the table was a couple of unfamiliar teachers. The one who attracted my attention the most was the colossal pot belly and double chin belonging to a fat Indian man. Silently, I wished my teacher wasn't to be him.&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it, it &lt;em&gt;WAS &lt;/em&gt;him that appeared in front of my class.&lt;br /&gt;Most of time he was talking rubbish or something common-sensical that he thought we never knew. Being partly-deaf didn't do him much good for he called again and again, the same people he called just a moment ago.&lt;br /&gt;He kept asking me questions too, because unfortunately I was conveniently located just in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;He was boasting of how he selflessly decided to ask his company to replace him with another teacher to teach a class who did not want to learn, criticising other people's country --- a serious case of patriotism, insisting to successfully point out someone who is from uniformed group sbecause he strongly believed that there ought to be at least a person and exhibiting the huge belly of his.&lt;br /&gt;When someone asked when can we go home, he announced that we shouldn't even be here in the first place if we didn't want to learn, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, he thinks he teaches very well and that if we didn't attend his lessons it will be as if we have lost a golden opportunity. Oh please.&lt;br /&gt;You should reflect upon yourself, fatass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-2110860507133559080?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/2110860507133559080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=2110860507133559080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2110860507133559080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2110860507133559080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/02/27th-feb-2007.html' title='27th Feb 2008'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-7197141937089560840</id><published>2008-01-18T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:29:26.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Jan 2008</title><content type='html'>It's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;The weekends are here, finally my well-deserved sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happening these days, but something worth mentioning are the uber noisy community of midgets beside my class during morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching school at 7.10am isn't considered early but me and Jia Pei (we take the same bus) are always one of the first few to be seated, as in, among our class.&lt;br /&gt;And everyday without fail, will be a group of vertically challenged kids (Sec 1s) screaming at the top of their voices. Either they are screaming or they are running about, obstructing my vision when I was happily staring into blank space.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, and I especially recognised a fat boy who like to project his squeaky and erm, undeveloped voice across the whole Quadrangle, the sound waves with so much energy they bounce off the walls of the classrooms opposite and then return to fight for supremacy in our ears. Oh please, spare us the noise.&lt;br /&gt;With their socks equivalent to skyscrapers and helium-voiced screams similar to that of the Chipmunks, they sure are one irritating lot.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Queen Susie Tabita Chia-Tsai's birthday a few days back.  Intentionally made an extremely ugly "birthday card" with the aid of HIGHLIGHTERS to write words (we all dread that). Actually, she requested for it for she said so excitedly, "MUST HAVE CARD! Use foolscap write some wishes can le!"&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, we did just that, and even included some lovey-dovey eye candies! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;Bought for her a HUGE Eeyore. It was SOOOO adorable, I might as well buy one for myself too!&lt;br /&gt;Then we gave her theREAL card, which she now displayed in her file, at the page with photos of her honeymoon and wedding, understandably.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, post shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7197141937089560840?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7197141937089560840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7197141937089560840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7197141937089560840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7197141937089560840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2008/01/18-jan-2008.html' title='18 Jan 2008'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-3568824036993772295</id><published>2007-12-21T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:30:30.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 dec 2007</title><content type='html'>Apparently, holidays are ending. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to Guangzhou tomorrow, coming back to Hong Kong on Christmas Day. And no, I don't make a huge fuss out of Christmas. I do make a huge fuss out of CNY though $.$&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my trip to Osaka was cool. Visited the Osaka Castle, where this king with a weird name used to live, Universal Studios whose rides were not bad, but definitely not fantastic. Roamed around the shopping malls, buying foodstuff which were quite expensive compared to SG hawker food.&lt;br /&gt;Ate fabulous Udon, Shabu Shabu and my fave - 100 YEN SUSHI!&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, not only did our expenses increase, so did our weight 0.o&lt;br /&gt;And no, not going to upload photos.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my bro bought me a 80GB portable harddrive for my birthday. MUAHAHAHA. The present I bought for him (Half-Life 2) was of equal value, so sadly I didn't really earn anything. And NOW I can load my Sims 2 and photoshop and whatnot inside. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;During this holidays, I was busy...&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING...&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;NEOPETS. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me when I am overwhelmed with boredom. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3568824036993772295?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3568824036993772295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3568824036993772295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3568824036993772295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3568824036993772295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/12/21-dec-2007.html' title='21 dec 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-108229372590346387</id><published>2007-11-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:09:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th nov 2007</title><content type='html'>THIS IS WHAT I MEAN HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Hong Kong tomorrow, really early flight, like a little before 7am. So have to wake up real early. Gosh, need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;AND, best of all *DRUM ROLLS*, I'm going to JAPAN!!! Yeps, on the 30th!&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;This IS holiday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-108229372590346387?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/108229372590346387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=108229372590346387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/108229372590346387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/108229372590346387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/11/27th-nov-2007.html' title='27th nov 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-5054108837286065937</id><published>2007-11-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:28:10.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Clones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The below story is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed are used fictitiously, or is it? *hint hint*. Please do not sue me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my hong kong friends' Facebook when I spotted a girl in my friend, Joyce's album that resembled LIM TZUMI to the CORE!&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, how common is it to find someone in this world that looks REALLY like you. One in a million chance man!&lt;br /&gt;So I photoshopped their pics, requested Tzumi to pose exactly the same as her clone and I adjusted the angles and such. And the results... we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, before that, here's a touching story of the Mooncake Clones...&lt;br /&gt;*curtains draw open*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Spotlight turns on*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: This story has 1283 words. Prepare a cookie and a cup of coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOM! Where is my Barbie doll?!!!!" I screamed, opening a row of drawers and throwing its content out mercilessly, in hope of finding my childhood treasures --- my complete collection of Barbie dolls. These dolls have much sentiment value to me. I remembered that my parents bought me one for every birthday. And I am like 15 now, going on 16. Do the math, you know how many priceless dolls I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought I have found a Barbie doll hand that I have had missing for at least 3 years, a brown envelope stuffed with sheets of paper till the corners broke caught my attention. My attention tunneled in on it as I reached out to grab hold of the antique dust magnet. It was outrageously dusty. Looking at it in disgust, I gave it a few hard pats. Clouds of dust erupted into the air and I waved my hands frantically. It was futile as I coughed and choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed by curiosity, I forgot that the dust was fighting for supremacy in my nostrils and my gullet and attempting to make me choke, but instead opened the mysterious envelope. I was surprised it did not crumble into dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced into it. Pieces of paper. Pieces of aged yellow paper, was all I see. Wait, there is more. Something laminated; something glossy. It is a picture, or rather a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT, THINK!&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t me. My face is loads rounder and my eyes way more minute. This definitely isn’t me. I place the laminated photo closer to my eyes. The size of my eyes probably affected my visibility for it became blurrer the closer I place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, my mother stormed into the room, bellowing at the top of her voice, her nostrils flaring wide "EH TZUMI AH! FIND YOUR DOLLS DONT HAVE TO MESS UP THE WHOLE ROOM RIGHT!!!???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she paused. She stood rooted to the ground. She was looking at the brown envelope filled with unfathomable content. Her jaws dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of awkward silence in when I still couldn’t figure out what exactly was happening, my mother regained her composure.&lt;br /&gt;She murmured in a voice so soft I was shocked. She never spoken in such a soft voice, this was the first time I heard her speak in such barely-audible noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tzumi, I know you must be shocked," she murmured. I almost couldn't make out what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, I looked up at her, struggling to make my eyes appear as huge as possible so that I wouldn't seem so stupid to not to be able to understand whatever it is happening and replied, "Huh? What's so shocking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mooncake, I know this is hard to accept but you still have to. I was planning on when I should reveal this secret. And now I know this is the best time. Your father has always said this is a 不能说的秘密, but I feel it's only fair that you know your past, whether its happy one or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept silent. I sensed the seriousness in her tone and I know this was not a joke. My family and friends somehow love to play mean little jokes on me. The problem is, I always play the joke with them. Maybe that's why they love to play mean little jokes on me. I nodded my head to signal for her to continue revealing my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gulped down some saliva, as if what she was saying is going to be as long as my small intestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*er hmmm* She cleared her throat and said in a rather fluent voice, "Okay, listen up. I am not related to you..."&lt;br /&gt;"MA! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT??!!!" I cried in angry protests.&lt;br /&gt;"No, you idiot. As in, not related by blood."&lt;br /&gt;"Then how are we related?" I questioned, attempting my wide-eye trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the message I'm trying to convey. WE ARE NOT RELATED...," she paused and afraid that I might go into a burst of angry protests again, added on, "not related by blood as in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"T..then how do you know me???" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you for once shut your mouth and let me finish. I am trying to create suspense but you keep breaking it!!!" my mother's eye flashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouths closed instantly and an imaginary zip locked them into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I was saying, noisy brat, we aren't related. I aint your biological parents. Your biological parents are called...," she reached out for my envelope and removed a laminated birth certificate, "Forkay Rupeah and Babara Oh. They are your real parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to open my mouth to comment on how familiar the names were but my mother's glare zipped my imaginary mouth zip close. I listened in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are from China, I think they're from Hei Long Jiang. They bore you and another kid..." she continued but was interrupted by my sudden exclamation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a SIBLING?!"&lt;br /&gt;"IN case you didn’t know, you always had one," she replied, rolling her eyes as she pointed to a photo of me and my brother, Tzu Chieh.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ya hor. Then I shall say, OMG I HAVE ANOTHER SIBLING!!!!???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's more like it. And yes, you have another sibling, a twin in fact. She's in Hong Kong. This is her recent photo," she said, pointing to the laminated photo I was clutching, the photo that I initially thought was myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO THIS ISNT ME??!!!" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Obviously," she replied in sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;I did the wide-eye trick again.&lt;br /&gt;"NO WONDER! I where got so FAT?" I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's not talk about size now, Tzumi. Size never matters. Your parents, Forkay and Babara live in poverty but desperation for you know, had Babara pregnant with a pair of twins. They told me their days were pathetic. Babara did not bathe for 2 whole weeks and smelt like puke. Forkay wasn't better off. He worked as a labourer, always carrying heavy loads of dog bones and toys. But he got sacked for he was accused of stealing. Life was tough, so they said. Babara did give birth to the both of you, two healthy chubby babies. But fate dealt them a wild card, for Forkay had for himself a mountain load of unpaid gambling debts. Babara was upset but she knew she had to do something to help her beloved husband. She decided to sell her hair. The scene where her hair got chopped off by a wood axe was terrifying she said. Forkay was worst. He decided to sell the twins away," my mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears welled up in my eyes as the cruel past seeped into my brain juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Forkay can't find buyers for both of you. At that time, China was having a one kid per family policy. More than one kid, pay tax. Nobody could have afforded to pay that kind of tax. They had to sell you both separately. No more Buy 1 Get 1 Free deal. Alas, he did find buyers, one a Hong Kong merchant and the other, me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know this is hard to accept but you still have to. I will give you some time to swallow this down. Don't take it too hard. Okay, you get me?" my mother said, "Tzumi, look at me, open your eyes and look at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM!!!!!" I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry. Your eyes are so small they seemed close. Okay, please accept it. You have to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head. My brain went blank and I closed my eyes (yes I AM CLOSING IT) to attempt to imagine how my parents looked like. My parents who abandoned me. My sister who looks like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... touching wasn't it. It is funny if you realise the links in the story. But if you don't, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Just compare and contrast this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/R0Lsty7T13I/AAAAAAAAADM/AJ_G_kXFLXc/s1600-h/mooncake+clones+copy+copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134926796664592242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/R0Lsty7T13I/AAAAAAAAADM/AJ_G_kXFLXc/s400/mooncake+clones+copy+copy.gif" 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/26657542-5054108837286065937?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5054108837286065937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5054108837286065937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5054108837286065937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5054108837286065937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/11/mooncake-clones.html' title='Mooncake Clones'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/R0Lsty7T13I/AAAAAAAAADM/AJ_G_kXFLXc/s72-c/mooncake+clones+copy+copy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-717903349854218404</id><published>2007-11-12T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:28:13.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 nov 2007</title><content type='html'>Hehe, yesterday was my birthday!!! I am FINALLY 15 =)&lt;br /&gt;Actually we planned to meet at 12.30pm at CP then go to East Coast Park but they came knocking at my door at, say 12.15? Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;I was using the computer and that time and I was wondering if they were those pesky salesperson who always INSIST for you to buy their crappy products, which are mostly, USELESS!&lt;br /&gt;As I was approaching the door, I heard Lishan chuckle, I think so. I knew it was them even though some hand, which I believed belonged to Lishan too, was covering the poor peep hole, who almost suffocated under the serious lack of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;So I opened the door and they presented me a colourful box and 2 cards.&lt;br /&gt;I unlocked the door, let them in and read the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze7JHFhA6I/AAAAAAAAABE/619dnCQq6bU/s1600-h/SL270583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131776065607369634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze7JHFhA6I/AAAAAAAAABE/619dnCQq6bU/s320/SL270583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 1st card had logical content and VERYYY nice pictures. No, there is no sarcasm, because if you compare it with the DOWNRIGHT DISGUSTING ones the other card has, this, my friends, is heaven. Look at Stef in her sexayyee bikini. LOL. And Chee Kah Pui dancing LMAO. So hilarious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But no so much for the other card.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze9gHFhA7I/AAAAAAAAABM/2iSPQSDjWj0/s1600-h/SL270582+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131778659767616434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze9gHFhA7I/AAAAAAAAABM/2iSPQSDjWj0/s320/SL270582+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have just witnessed what happens to untrue things.&lt;br /&gt;The person who made this card is mendacious. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;The picture in the "camera" was supposed to be a VERY ugly picture of me doing a failed imitation of Kim.&lt;br /&gt;And the bottom picture is SO DISGUSTING, I cannot possible find any words to describe its degree of disgusting-ness. ARGGGHHHH. Makes me nausea, just by seeing it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze_r3FhA-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8veKJIgxUAo/s1600-h/SL270574+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131781060654334946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze_r3FhA-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8veKJIgxUAo/s320/SL270574+copy.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the present they gave me. The contents was a mug, a water bottle, a Babara cage and =.= *drum rolls* 3 red pig panties I am NEVER gonna wear. More of a souvenir LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze9gnFhA8I/AAAAAAAAABU/w3Rg5RwFwpY/s1600-h/SL270577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131778668357551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze9gnFhA8I/AAAAAAAAABU/w3Rg5RwFwpY/s320/SL270577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze9hnFhA9I/AAAAAAAAABc/dBsuL4QADQY/s1600-h/SL270576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131778685537420242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze9hnFhA9I/AAAAAAAAABc/dBsuL4QADQY/s320/SL270576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, went to CP, lunched at Mac. When Tzumi and Stef ordered Happy Meal (LMAO!), the cashier opened his eyes wide and replied sarcastically, "Sorry Ma'am. We have an age requirement." Ok ok, fine fine, I was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, MRT-ed to Poton Pasir, took a bus to East Coast Park. Rented 3 double bikes, $8 for 2 hours. *shakes head profusely* Not cheap. I cycled with Lisung at first, we were relatively fast, But somehow there's one bike which can go really fast, one that goes really slow, and one that was in the middle. Mine was in the middle. Cycled for 2 hours, returned bike, Lisung and Tzumi almost late, got 10 free bottles of water instead of 6 (LOL), some which we used to watch our legs, which were covered with thick layers of dust. LOL make us sound like we were antiques. We ain't no dust magnet! I was just exaggerating. Our legs were just dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Butt hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Went to beach. You know they say when you look over the waters at the beach, it's never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lenharth.org/~andrewl/bpics/pc_beach_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lenharth.org/~andrewl/bpics/pc_beach_water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this?&lt;br /&gt;Then how come this beach has mountains and countless ships on the other side?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfDZHFhA_I/AAAAAAAAABs/t50-t__IF7s/s1600-h/SL270544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131785136578298866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfDZHFhA_I/AAAAAAAAABs/t50-t__IF7s/s320/SL270544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;We took many pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfFK3FhBAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Wky99I3SBkM/s1600-h/SL270499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787090788418562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfFK3FhBAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Wky99I3SBkM/s320/SL270499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky I am not in this jumping frenzy thing. Make you look like retards. Nice pic anw, coz I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfFLXFhBBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/j8JnqxCgEs4/s1600-h/SL270518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787099378353170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfFLXFhBBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/j8JnqxCgEs4/s320/SL270518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PAJIAO CLUB FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfFOHFhBCI/AAAAAAAAACE/F5r_vmu8V_w/s1600-h/SL270570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787146622993442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfFOHFhBCI/AAAAAAAAACE/F5r_vmu8V_w/s320/SL270570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smelly feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfFPnFhBEI/AAAAAAAAACU/oJxAzuHRv84/s1600-h/SL270557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787172392797250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfFPnFhBEI/AAAAAAAAACU/oJxAzuHRv84/s320/SL270557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Palm trees with what's that, CRANES poking out from the other side of the "neverending" sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfH2XFhBHI/AAAAAAAAACs/lotuQndq3zM/s1600-h/SL270508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131790037135983730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfH2XFhBHI/AAAAAAAAACs/lotuQndq3zM/s320/SL270508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emo pic. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfH3XFhBII/AAAAAAAAAC0/7LabdBvs88c/s1600-h/SL270534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131790054315852930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/RzfH3XFhBII/AAAAAAAAAC0/7LabdBvs88c/s320/SL270534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Building Babara Sand Sculpture Ok, after this, went to Parkway Parade by bus. Ate at the food court, took free shuttle bus home. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone fro everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-717903349854218404?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/717903349854218404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=717903349854218404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/717903349854218404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/717903349854218404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/11/12-nov-2007.html' title='12 nov 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rze7JHFhA6I/AAAAAAAAABE/619dnCQq6bU/s72-c/SL270583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-1116670275097657585</id><published>2007-10-21T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T11:46:29.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Oct 2007</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went to ice skate in some place in Jurong with the cannot-be-more-complete PAJIAO CLUB and xinyi and brandon with his 2 friends whom of course, I dont't recognise.&lt;br /&gt;It was insanely FUN!&lt;br /&gt;We met at 11am at CP and as usual, Late Queen Stef was as expected, LATE again despite the fact that I told her the meeting time was 10.40. =.=&lt;br /&gt;After that took MRT, transit at Outram Park and we reached Jurong MRT Station, when 5 minutes later Tzumi came sashaying down the path to meet us to guide us to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at KFC, which served rather disgusting and visually unpleasant objects (I won't consider them food), we went to take Neoprints. Excluding the fact I looked like a complete retard in the Neoprints, everything else was okay. Next, we went to the ice skating place, Fuji Ice Palace. HAHA, lame name.&lt;br /&gt;There was a competition going on and everyone was like, "WTF!? Damn!"&lt;br /&gt;Until Xinyi came to tell us it ends at 1.30. I glanced at my watch, 1.25 =.= ERPS.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone unanimously yelped, "CHEY!"&lt;br /&gt;We paid $14.70 each, those that went in with group admission. That includes skate rentals and unlimited time! It was rather worth it, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Started skating, fell like twice, which is great improvement!!! And now I can really go quite fast, compared to the others. That's why everyone is so afraid of me. HAHA. And Tzumi was a huge disappointment. She claimed that she was coached before AND even showed me the picture of her coach and his acheievments. Turned out she was no better than Lishan and I but just a little better than the newbs.&lt;br /&gt;There was one hilarious moment, when the already-noisy surroundings were interrupted by a ear-piercing scream. Everyone turned to the direction of the scream. There was Tzumi and a man in the 40s. WHAT WERE THEY DOING?&lt;br /&gt;The guy was on the floor, with his legs stretched to the fullest and Tzumi was on her knees, and on the man's knees. Don't understand? She was kneeling on the man's legs. =.= SO FUNNY. Then she climbed over, or actually dragged herself over the man's legs. I was more worried for the man though. Did his leg bones crack or something?&lt;br /&gt;And there was this time when Lishan and I were skating. Lishan fell + we didn't let go of each other + I didn't fall and didn't know how to brake efficiently = Lishan was dragged (glided, if you want a more graceful word) through a short distance before coming to a complete halt.&lt;br /&gt;A pro guy came, and questioned me, "Were you the one gliding, or was it her?"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;At about 5.45, we left the ice-skating place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/Picture008.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyi and Brandon went off. We went to the food court and camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/Picture042.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzumi: "ME LOVE ICE KACHANG! EAT MORE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/Picture041.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall take me first bite of the cold ice I stole from the ice skating rink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/Picture040.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MMMM! YUMMAY!" *face lit with content and delight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/DSC02665.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I really enjoy my food! How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/201020071178.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drains drink**lick lips**grabs tissue tightly to supress growing hunger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/201020071177.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pass me your fries will you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzumi the glutton. HAHA just joking =) Said that to save my poor life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/Picture007.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neos we took. Blur. Will scan in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/Picture015.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef introducing herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/Picture031.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzumi: "I don't care whether you like or hate my ice kachang, but all the same you shouldn't pour it away!"&lt;br /&gt;Lishan:"I like what! Cannot ar?"&lt;br /&gt;T &amp;amp; L: "I don't want to talk to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/DSC02668.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzumi:"I might try to eat you up, Roasted Delight! You look yummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/Picture046.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lishan: "Hehehe! Roasted Delight looks yummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="559" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j184/oethumb/Picture036.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaPei: "Nonono. Mine is the NICEST!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-1116670275097657585?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/1116670275097657585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=1116670275097657585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1116670275097657585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1116670275097657585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/10/21-oct-2007.html' title='21 Oct 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-4101805909792829774</id><published>2007-10-19T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:16:42.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Oct 2007</title><content type='html'>As you can see, spanking new layout!&lt;br /&gt;When AFROS attack, you just got to be careful =.=&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4101805909792829774?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4101805909792829774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4101805909792829774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4101805909792829774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4101805909792829774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/10/19-oct-2007.html' title='19 Oct 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-5563228958848958719</id><published>2007-10-11T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:47:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 oct 2007</title><content type='html'>*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;Smell that?&lt;br /&gt;That's the smell of my blog rotting =.=&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I tend to blog only when an official exam or test period ended.&lt;br /&gt;Refer to previous post, it was after common tests.&lt;br /&gt;Refer to this post, it IS after EOY.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, END OF YEAR EXAMS are OVEERRRRRRRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE and CELEBRATE, THE 2 MONTHS HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Exams were ok, except for Physics P2. It's THAT horrid! OMG, I can't do so many of them. Drats.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, after Bio papers, went to yoshi for lunch, then they came to my house play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, so sway, keep losing. AND TSENG ZI is a betrayer and a conwoman.&lt;br /&gt;She initiated this Cheating campaign to bluff newb Lishan that having the Mouse and Cat tiles doesnt mean we have to pay her. Then after that when Lishan can win, she once again showed her true colours and claimed LS cant win.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I "won" with 2 tai.  Since LS initailly can win with 1 tai (which means the losers can pay less), Ghost Tseng immediately screamed in protest that LS was the true winner.&lt;br /&gt;You see la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5563228958848958719?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5563228958848958719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5563228958848958719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5563228958848958719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5563228958848958719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/10/11-oct-2007.html' title='11 oct 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-2762699674312975387</id><published>2007-08-24T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:31:25.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 aug 2007</title><content type='html'>GUESSSS WAT???&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TESTS ARE OVER!!! OH YEA OH YEA!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;finally. after a week deprived of my technological needs (my computer), OH YES I AM BACK.&lt;br /&gt;hm. Common test ended with a rather tough CHEMISTRY paper.&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT NOE HOW TO DO THE TITRATION PART!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH. but anyway, it'ok since i aint alone and the whole class probably, didnt know how to solve the blooday question too.&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing the paper, it was so depressing ok! I was like looking at my neighbours and they seemed all so calm, as if they knew EVERY question in the paper! Then I was freaking out coz I met alot of mind-bloggling MCQs and the darn titration question. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I wonder is it worth it, to spend like DAYS or even weeks to revise all the textbooks and then come to school and let some twenty sheets of processed WOOD PULP that is printed with blobs of ink (printing quality sux too) to decide our fates? It's downright pathetic we must admit, but we will still let it happen coz it is unfortunately, something we haf to accept, especially if you are studying in some place so proudly named SINGAPORE, where studying is 50% of your life while the other 50% will the results.&lt;br /&gt;A rather long sentence yea.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so let me guess how i fared for the tests.&lt;br /&gt;A and E Maths, did fine.&lt;br /&gt;Chem, screw me.&lt;br /&gt;Bio, alright but somehow there's this jinx or curse in these bio papers tt whenever u think it's easy you'll still get many points deducted coz you're missing keypoints, so the teachers say. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese. HOHOHOHOHO. failed the 1st paper. How good can it be.&lt;br /&gt;Physics. Explanations wrong = 5 marks gone = someone has found another reason to kpkb.&lt;br /&gt;(if only Physics was about equations i can write a million of those above, at least its more interesting than Heat gained = Heat loss)&lt;br /&gt;E Geog. Hours of memorising facts, shud be ok, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Eng. Erm, I hope i do well.&lt;br /&gt;SO CA2 IS OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6 wks to EYE. good luck to myself and everyone out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-2762699674312975387?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/2762699674312975387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=2762699674312975387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2762699674312975387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2762699674312975387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/08/24-aug-2007.html' title='24 aug 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-2364436645544673911</id><published>2007-08-08T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:01:21.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8/8/07</title><content type='html'>Today was incredibly fun.&lt;br /&gt;Went to schl as usual for National Day celeb till 10.30, got our cheapskate souvenir of BOOKMARKS (we expected to get erasers). After that, Stef, Tzumi, Lishan and I went to Hougang Mall for kfc. Ate shrooms, then wanted to take neo but SOMEHOW ALL THE NEOPRINTS SHOPS HAD CLOSED DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Neglecting Plan A (which is the neo), we walked over to Hougang Central for K-Box. LOLS! Probably inspired by today's NC superstar. LMAO. At the counter we were asking for the prices and hesitating and pondering (and praying) we had enuf money to pay for our entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;The guy over there was pressing hard on the calculator to show us how much we had to pay. $14.90 for one person for 3 and a half hours. Relatively OK. I expected it to be like much more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, we anyhow press the remote control. At first it was mute or something. In the end we managed and selected a couple of songs. I think Lishan grabbed the mike first and started showing off her MELODIOUS voice. LMAO. ok la, her voice nt bad.&lt;br /&gt;Then the TZZZUUUU chia zui dun dare sing, paiseh paiseh like dat. Sing as soft as a mosquito sia, cant hear but after that she was ok. She said she was very embarrassed but she had to do it since she wanted to dedicate the song to her aiai. =] the power of love~&lt;br /&gt;Stef very daring hor. She started blasting off her voice when she managed to grab hold of the mike.&lt;br /&gt;HHOHO. I was ok la.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone took turns to zhao sia. LMAO it was DARN hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately 4 out of 6 pajiaos turned up. OH WELL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-2364436645544673911?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/2364436645544673911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=2364436645544673911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2364436645544673911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/2364436645544673911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/08/8807.html' title='8/8/07'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-3794518893181450448</id><published>2007-08-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:25:58.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 august 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WANTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tseng Tzumi, aged 15, married to tee****, caring mother of 7 kids, winner of Nobel prize for selfless contributions for her 7 kids, a Guiness world record holder for having a delivery of 7 kids in one go, namely Teemi, Tammi, Tommi, Teletubies (tts 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well if it all sounds oh-so-perfect, and that this tzumi gal must be some angel from heaven who has somehow made her way to Earth humbly (so she claims). YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY WRONG. ABSOLUTELY!&lt;br /&gt;in true fact, she is a patient in Mount Babara Hospital for the Severely Mentals and her condition is beyond treament. Her brain has been comfirmed to be somehow damaged by countless tiny teethmarks, which, as she clarified, were from her 7 kids (seemingly crazy too from what appears like).&lt;br /&gt;Dr a(Bbr), spokesperson for MBSSM said that it was only a matter of time that her whole family except her husband will have to go for mental analysation tests in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Her condition is far more that bitten brains. She has appeared to be hallucinating, imagining that her 7 kids belonged to her other friends, who accepted all these wild accusations because they were very concerned and wished for her to recover ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;But just accepting her claims aren't enough for the patient. Her mental disability has caused the violent nature she possess. For example, she would push her friends in the canteen for no reason at all and laugh out loud CONTINOUSLY (just think of a machine gun), each laugh with the exact same pitch and interval.&lt;br /&gt;Her ability to manage her vocal chords so perfectly has earned her a role in the hospital's choir but the mental insisted on playing the piano (she was only grade 2 MIND YOU!) and has indeed made many contributions to the noise pollution of our society.&lt;br /&gt;She is highly dangerous and the possibilities she might attack her kids with her teeth (that is, if she still have them because she mouthed coke for 10 hrs) and braces just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3794518893181450448?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3794518893181450448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3794518893181450448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3794518893181450448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3794518893181450448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-august-2007.html' title='2 august 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-4490776169298091726</id><published>2007-08-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:21:46.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/8/2007</title><content type='html'>HOORAY, it's officially MY 100th post!!!&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually kind of pathetic, especially since my blog is like, more than 1 year n a couple of months OLD.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I was telling the ever so BHB tzumi that we care for quality, not QUANTITY. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, every pajiao, except jiapei, went to yoshinoya for lunch. As usual, the usual beef bowl for the usual me for the usual day. Quite nice, better than salmon or chicken and wateva else they can offer.&lt;br /&gt;When we bought our food, we were like taking hundreds of straws and hiding it behind our side of the counter. Why leh? Coz after tt, we roll the straw up in a very professional way and then snap it with our fingers. WOOTS, I did a fabulous powerful shot and broke the straw in two. A record no one can ever break, not even the self-acclaimed shifu.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we stayed on, yes after finishing up the food, just to fool around and take some photos. LOL. There were some really NICE shots such as the close -up pictures of some retarded look and the well-posed Kim edition photos. LOLLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, the stupid stefani babara oh somehow took a horredous shot of me&lt;br /&gt; and started cropping my head out and adding god noes wat.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;So here is revenge time, as promised, Teemi, Tammi, Tommi, Teletubies' MUM!&lt;br /&gt;BBBBB...BBBB..BBBBUUUUTTT *Kim's Bao Qian style* i shall not risk my patience and endanger the life of my laptop by deciding not to open up photoshop as its lagginess and imcompentence drive me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;SSSSS...SSSSSS....SSSSSOOOOO, the sweet revenge shall be postponed a week, and a series of LOVELY photos of wu mei dong ren de Tzumi will be guaranteed. And yup, they will be editted beautifully, to enlarge her minute eyes a thousand times so that we can at least SPOT IT (and not presume what we're looking at is an eye-less creature) and probably add some screws between her head to aid her in attaining mental equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4490776169298091726?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4490776169298091726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4490776169298091726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4490776169298091726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4490776169298091726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/08/182007.html' title='1/8/2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8834287217507822559</id><published>2007-07-18T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:17:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18/7/07</title><content type='html'>It has been mammoth years since i last BLOGGED!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;ehhh anw, my throat suxs! I'm like gg to be down with the blooday flu soon since i am having blocked nose, itchy throat and a nose tt sneezes for NO PARTiCULAR reason.&lt;br /&gt;How bad does it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;So today after schl went to JOAN LIN LISHAN HOUSE! YES, THIS IS HER ENGLISH NAME!!! It's so TRUE. JOAN JOAN JOAN.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Her hamsters were DAMN CUTE. They were like cuddly balls of fur with beady eyes, all hungry for food. the hungry hamster festival WAS here.&lt;br /&gt;after playing around with the cuddly furballs, we went to joan's lovely room. opened the drawer, saw a container filled with five stones. it's like 20 stones?&lt;br /&gt;grabbed them, as well as a cardboard box as a shield, AND STARTED throwing at each other. YES, and we threw rather hard. actually only me and tzumi were throwing them as if they were marshmallows. Stef and Joan were busy edmiring Joan's baby photos. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;joan got tuition so we left. and now i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;JOAN JOAN JOAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8834287217507822559?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8834287217507822559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8834287217507822559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8834287217507822559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8834287217507822559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/07/18707.html' title='18/7/07'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8768033308277940306</id><published>2007-06-28T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:09:33.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 june</title><content type='html'>HARLO PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Since it has been a millenium ago since i last blogged, I SHALL BLOG RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;*thundering claps*&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway, loads happened. Yes, I am back from HK, like duh since schl has started like 4 days ago. HK was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my dad rented a new place which is on the 45th flr. And the mountain view is MAJESTIC. Full condo facilities, in and outdoor swimming pool, gym (i tried to enter but the lady stopped me and questioned my age. sadly i dont look 16, WHICH MEANS I LOOK TOUNG WEEEEEE), basketball court, pingpong and plenty more. It's highest floor is like 60++, and this kind of skyscrapers are SO common in HK's new developments. In singapore, speciafically in sengkang, LOOK EVERYWHERE, all HDB and landed property that looks old and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Went to guangzhou too, bot some stuff, ate great food. Then back.&lt;br /&gt;Schl's first day, glad to see my frens, talked and crapped alot.&lt;br /&gt;Ytd went to stef house, style her hair till its horrendous and claimed it looked like her audi character hair. HOHOHO. We were like stifling our giggles and laughter all the time, till i got the stitches. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Then left her house, almost got lost, but i did find my bearings after that.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. Tmr got np, we're in charged. But lucky i in charged of admin nia, take attendance etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's coming tmr. =)&lt;br /&gt;have a happy day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8768033308277940306?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8768033308277940306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8768033308277940306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8768033308277940306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8768033308277940306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/06/28-june.html' title='28 june'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-1512610922417416213</id><published>2007-06-06T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:23:29.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th June 2007</title><content type='html'>Today was the Bring Your Own Bag Day thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Sian la, totally spoiled my at-home-sleep-and-slack routine.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met Jiapei at 11.30 for brunch, and copied a bit of homework from her. I exchanged my English compres for her chinese and a maths. good deal eh. lols. I brought her a maths home by mistake 0_o&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to schl, found out the side gate was closed, which was kinda expected and in utter disgust and with not much haste, we strolled to the schl main gate coz we aint that late anyway, just 5 mintues, unlike Stef aka late queen, whopping record of say 20 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, then after a seemingly common-logical briefing for wat we had to do (as stated on the paper but obviously the teacher tot we were illegitimate [however spelt]), we set off again to cp.&lt;br /&gt;During the walk, we used our handphone camera to take surprise shots. You know as in the eh eh eh look here, snap and burst out laughing hysterically kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, laughed all our way then went to Cold Storage at the basement.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a guy in the manager kinda attire and asked him if he was Peter Loke, the manager of the store. He said Peter Loke pon ten work. LOL, he didnt come for work.&lt;br /&gt;then he said he help us find the assistant manager then as we were folloing him we lost track of him LOL so we stood there like pure idiots. wateva.&lt;br /&gt;After that, jobzs were assigned. Me and Jia Pei 1 team, Tzumi n Stef 1 team and Isabella n Mingrong one team. We were in charged of Survey, so was stef's team.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st attempt to approach ppl was somehow terrifying but we got the hang of it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Yea la. Then there was one lady, auntie la actually come in, took a basket the we apporached her and asked her if she knew today was BYOBD (part of survey q). Her response, "Oh ya hor! (in chinese). She hesistated a bit, put bac the basket and scram. LMAO. WE CHASED OFF A CUSTOMER. MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;There was one guy who approached us instead of us approaching him lol. He was SO AGAInST the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;We were like do you noe today was blah blah blah, he said yes.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you support it". NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;"How often do you think it shud be held" NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;We smiled and thanked him for his time, then turned to one corner and started commenting he was anti-govt. LOL. maybe he is the boss of a plastic bag manufacturing company. Discouraging ppl to use less plastic bag he no business! LOL&lt;br /&gt;after that, accompanied Tzumi n Stef go pierce their dunno how many piercing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA their expressions were heavenly LOL. Yea, i was being sarcastic. Especially Tzumi. After that salesgirl shot that thing into her earlobe, she let out a "AHHH" LOL so funny.&lt;br /&gt;After met my mum for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Finish dinner le walk out saw my bro, who wanted to haf dinner. So went in again, sit down for some dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Went home, bathed and here blogging. Here ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-1512610922417416213?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/1512610922417416213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=1512610922417416213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1512610922417416213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1512610922417416213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/06/6th-june-2007.html' title='6th June 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-4579057544983155358</id><published>2007-05-31T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:28:13.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st may 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rl4tK9gWINI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iLvrwBDx6_w/s1600-h/3i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070539896797929682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rl4tK9gWINI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iLvrwBDx6_w/s320/3i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So anyway this is our camp photo, apjiaos are on the left. eh sry i pajiao, i mean the right =)&lt;br /&gt;Last two days have been going to Home Team Academy for a 2 day course, as in from 8.30 to 5 course. complete waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;BLEH,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4579057544983155358?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4579057544983155358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4579057544983155358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4579057544983155358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4579057544983155358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/05/31st-may-2007.html' title='31st may 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rl4tK9gWINI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iLvrwBDx6_w/s72-c/3i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-3833516813428630061</id><published>2007-05-27T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:28:32.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th may 2007</title><content type='html'>I am BACK FROM CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;camp was uber uber fun! This was like the best adventure camp I've been to, seriously coz we get to do lots of amazing activities.&lt;br /&gt;On fri, 1st day of camp, NP live shooting squeezed its ass into my schedule. The NP peeps had to go to schl as per normal and when the other sec 3s left for campsite, we had to go to the canteen and w8 for more than an hour, without the guidance of a teacher, which may be a good thing actually.&lt;br /&gt;After a hour of gossiping and boring-to-hell, we FINALLY left for the HQ. And CONGRATUALTIONS to meself coz I got my marksmen badge! WEEEEE. BREN HELD A GUN AND SHOT! WEEEEEE. Amazing thing, I got 15 shots out of 18 into the box which gave 5 pts, 2 in the area outside the box that gives 2 pts and 1 stray bullet on the corner of the board, which unfortunately gives no pts.&lt;br /&gt;Afater that, more w8ing and WAITING and WAITING, until like 5+ and me and stef missed the rock climbing part and challenge rope course (CRC).&lt;br /&gt;When we entered campsite we joined our classes for dinner. The food was good for camp food but thinking of it, when u're hungry everything taste as good. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Then I cant rmb wat happened, I just rmb I was constantly (and I mean constantly) interrupted and jerked up from my womb of sleep by the thundering vibrating airplane noise (esp. SIA planes, they're blooday noisy) AND the instructors who gathered near the dorm screaming and laughing their hearts out. I did haf the urge to pour water down but I resisted anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2nd was incredible. First up was FLYING FOX. OMG OMG it was darn fun. The scariest parts were when they asked you to step up on the metal slab which was at the edge of the platform and you could see everything in front of you as well as everything under you. *shudders* The other screaming part was when you jumped off the slab coz the line or cable or wateva you called it was quite loose (like duh coz if it's so tight it will snap when some fat guy slides (or roll)down) so when we jumped off we kinda plunged down a couple of centimetres before sliding down gleefully.&lt;br /&gt;Next was abseiling. Fabulous experience.&lt;br /&gt;If my memory didnt fail me, next was genreal station. Don't make me tell you bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Next up, KAYAKING! The instructors asked us to lock hands and enter the vast sea, where puke from seasick people, faeces (biologically pleasant term) from seagulls and wateva i dont wan to noe, and microscopic worms join together in collaberation to form a homogenous mixture, seawater. YUCK. ok ok, it wasnt tt bad la. applied loads of sunblock before I get as roasted as stef. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;after that improvies rafting, that was boring. We were using eye power all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Campfire ok ok la, NP campfires are betta than that. But anyway had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;What happened after dont have much significance so i'm not gonna post bout it.&lt;br /&gt;But ladies and gentlemen, this is impt. *drums roll* THIS is something so important it can make shudder in fear, scream in horror, shriek in terror, shiver in fear and wateva that may scare you.&lt;br /&gt;This is......&lt;br /&gt;THE PA JIAO CLUB, involving the 6 major pa jiaos (cock-eye): me lishan jiapei huijing tzumi and stef. But apparently we have transformed from pa jiaos to severe mental disabilities coz during the camp we were looking elsewhere (eg. the sky, the floor, the water bottle, the person beside the person u're calling, depending on our degree of pajiaoness) blankly.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we looked darn scary and undoubtedly insane.&lt;br /&gt;But wateva, Stef has the most serious pa jiao and therefore she is the leader of the PajIAO club, founded 25 may 2007.&lt;br /&gt;o= 0.o =o&lt;br /&gt;CAMP WAS FUN FUN FUN, so was the PaJIAO club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3833516813428630061?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3833516813428630061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3833516813428630061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3833516813428630061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3833516813428630061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/05/27th-may-2007.html' title='27th may 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-4687912659094722811</id><published>2007-05-21T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:25:21.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st May 2007</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I lost by a mere 0.1 and o.2 for the avrg score.&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, miss low said she went to pakistan last year for holiday. Of all places, miss low! Pakistan, wats a great choice.LMAO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4687912659094722811?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4687912659094722811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4687912659094722811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4687912659094722811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4687912659094722811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/05/21st-may-2007.html' title='21st May 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6749623074929585490</id><published>2007-05-15T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:48:18.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 may 2007</title><content type='html'>Yeah, like exams are long over.&lt;br /&gt;We got back practically all our results. Mine were better than I expected coz I was all lazing around during the whole time. Okay, so erm, the driving-me-crazy, time-becomes-eternity, questions-looking-like-aliens times are FINALLY over! A little late to say this, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am so proud of myself coz I successfully shut a teachers BIG, Stinky, DISGUSTING mouth up by proving myself, TWICE. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 Camp is like nxt Fri. Cant wait but will it be good? Yea, we are all expecting the Flying Fox and probably Abseiling but... the horrible sleeping area and the supposedly eerie places... Tell me bout it. Actually, please dont =)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going back to Hk on 8th June. YAY finally for some rest and peace. Will be skipping some NP "IMPORTANT" thing. Kinda glad. I cant commit myself to something I don't like. The feeling is disastrous. Huhhur. WHATEVER YOU DO, do what you like, not what u shud or wat u have to. and ignore the stupid CCA points thing, it's just one of the mean ways of indirect torture to one's emotions, mindset and watever BIG words i can chunk in.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt it the hard way. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Coz now i'm stuck in it. And i cant quit coz of the points I oh-so-need.&lt;br /&gt;Wateva, i"m outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6749623074929585490?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6749623074929585490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6749623074929585490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6749623074929585490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6749623074929585490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/05/15-may-2007.html' title='15 may 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-8977009613320487876</id><published>2007-04-27T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:41:59.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th April 2007</title><content type='html'>I have been YEARS since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway when we were having math lessons early in the morning my chair kinda broke. Then i was like sitting on the right side of the chair so as to salvage myself from a situation where Mrs Sim is telling the class to Freak the fraction when suddenly something BAMM and I'm on the flr. It didnt happen=) Heng sia.&lt;br /&gt;Then Lishan accompanied me go change the chair during Kim's lessons. Anyway her lesson is crap. She love to talk about people pathetic stories aka BEI CHAN DE GU SHI. ANd guess wat she gave us a passage toking bout the tsunami. Another pathetic life story, YET.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, bac to the chair thingy. We went down to the G.O then we saw the security guard, who out of pure kindness and boastfulness, demonstarted the correct way to do Qi Gong on his chair so that the chair doesnt break. I was kinda surprised when it didnt break. If he did fell off, I would be laughing my ass off so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Then must go canteen find the fat OM guy. When i told him my chair is broken he said "I just sit down to drink coffeee only leh."&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. As if the schl pay you to come here drink coffee. Get your butt out of the chair and give that student a new chair dumbo. You're paid to do it so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;he still added that i have to pay if i broke the chairs too many times. LMAO if i broke the chairs so many times that i have to demand from him a chair everytime, he would have recognised me. BUT IT's THE FIRST TIME HE SAW ME, excluding ytd when we were stopped by him for bringing food up to the class (but we ran past him for dear life anyway)&lt;br /&gt;hate silly old man and broken chairs and silly old man who cant part with his chairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-8977009613320487876?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/8977009613320487876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=8977009613320487876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8977009613320487876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/8977009613320487876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/04/27th-april-2007.html' title='27th April 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-5674317279217647003</id><published>2007-04-13T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:55:35.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 april 2006</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know my blog is stagnant. It might breed mosquitoes. I won't be surprised if the the ppl from the environmental bureau or smth come hack into my blog to remove the larvae.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was supposed to go to Hougang Stadium for sports day but I didnt coz I am having such a BAD cough&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;but anyway heard it was postponed coz it was raining ^^&lt;br /&gt;which means i made the perfect decision to stay at home and continue to watch my korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I did take out my Emaths hw to do but the sight of the text made me nausea or smth and I put it bac.&lt;br /&gt;great i am writing is so broken english.&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW, MY BLOG ANIVERSARY IS COMING!&lt;br /&gt;21st April. It was last year's sports day i think.&lt;br /&gt;erm let me find something to tok about.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was yesterday, there was a so unexpected black out in my classroom and the one beside it for all flrs. HAHA, the schl must haf forgetten to pay the bills or smth \ _ /'''&lt;br /&gt;then today there was like this gas smell in the class.&lt;br /&gt;wah sei, ytd no electricity, today got gas leakage. tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5674317279217647003?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5674317279217647003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5674317279217647003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5674317279217647003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5674317279217647003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/04/13-april-2006.html' title='13 april 2006'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-5523544299221482812</id><published>2007-03-31T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:28:15.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 march 2007</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Eunice and I plus 5 guys and a teacher went to Singapore Press Holdings for some Interview Workshop thingy specially for schools that subsribes to IN. Yeah, they made it sound we had TRUCKLOADS more of privileges. So anyway, this is how it looks like, minus the irritating palm trees that constantly prevented my camera lens to take a complete picture of the name and addition of the missing letter S,G,A,P,O,R,E,O, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mkv3PDgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uwH4Ti9a6Yk/s1600-h/DSC01368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048085013838368258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mkv3PDgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uwH4Ti9a6Yk/s320/DSC01368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Tan let me and Eunice take the Mercedes cabbie!!!! With a Mr Koo and another guy. We spent our time reading the Her World magazine from the pocket in front of my seat. To think a taxi uncle reads Her World, and it's a May 2005 issue furthermore. He probably left it there to rot. We were making so much noise I think the uncle hates us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we reached the auditorium it was so bloody early. Like 20 minutes from the commence of the whole thing. So meanwhile, I took a pic with a protuding head obstructing the whole pic. Thanks dude, thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mkf3PDeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TpUQSkvT9wc/s1600-h/DSC01355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048085009543400930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mkf3PDeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TpUQSkvT9wc/s320/DSC01355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And when we were sitting there, a fat guy, who was the staff there, carried 7 thick books to passed it to us. I was thinking, WAH, SO GOOD, GIVE US FREE BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out to be this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mkv3PDfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8L0QS-2U7uY/s1600-h/DSC01356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048085013838368242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mkv3PDfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8L0QS-2U7uY/s320/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MEMOIRS OF LEE KUAN YEW. Like I care. The guy who later gave us the speech said we can use it as a door stopper. I found a better way to use it. Read on to know what the ingenious Eunice and me did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway here's the guy who wasted his saliva on us and kep emphasizing interviewing is common sensical but not so common and starts chuckling after that. But he's still Yeak Nai Chai, deputy editor of Life!. I think I read his article somewhere before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mk_3PDhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lV78js-SofY/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048085018133335570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mk_3PDhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lV78js-SofY/s320/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most, or actally all of the time Eunice and I were playing hangman. LMAO. Yeah, then remember Megan Zheng from Homerun. The pao ba hai zi thing? Yea, we were interviewing her. Photo of her, credits to Eunice Evil Lim coz all my shots are side shots, which apparently doesnt help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5myv3PDjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J8qBYi3BxYs/s1600-h/Photo-0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048085254356536882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5myv3PDjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J8qBYi3BxYs/s320/Photo-0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Honestly, her English sucks. AND I CANT BELIEVE she almost cant answer every question, which is kinda pathetic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then E and I were like, laughing at her answer all the and cracking up jokes. Even Mr Koo, who was sitting beside me laughed with us and even added on his comments, which are all negative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megan said she liked Robert de Niro. LMAO. And for the question of who she wants to act with, she said Nicholas Cage. I told Eunice, "Yea, she can be the World Trade Centre."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"*LOL* She will be in charged of collapsing"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"*LMAO* And Nicholas Cage can enter her body to save the living cells."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Horrendous laughs from E, me and Mr Koo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One person asked Megan, "Do you think acting has affected your studies?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M:" Nt really coz they film during the hols"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eunice: She shud add a 'duh' behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: *ROFLMAO* YEA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway guess wat Megan's dream is? To live in a 5-room bungalow with 4 dogs and 3 cats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me(pretending to pose a q. for her): Your dream is...(as stated). Do you mean you want 1 dog and 1 cat to stay on each flr so the remaining dog can live with you? And probably the last floor can be for the collection of poo to collect methane?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. So lame.Anyway she's from Fairfield Methodist Sec and she's a sprinter. She probably found her talent for running when she filmed Pao Ba Hai Zi. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after interview was tea break! Got sandwiches, kuehs and ribena. Coz we are carrying a bag and holding the LKY thick book, AND getting a cup of ribena AND a plate of food. Guess wat Eunice did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mk_3PDiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Pnn2Ot1tC4Y/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048085018133335586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mk_3PDiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Pnn2Ot1tC4Y/s320/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; INGENIOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A TRAY =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-5523544299221482812?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/5523544299221482812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=5523544299221482812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5523544299221482812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/5523544299221482812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/03/31-march-2007.html' title='31 march 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FlolMoKgIM/Rg5mkv3PDgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uwH4Ti9a6Yk/s72-c/DSC01368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26657542.post-3275994308071137160</id><published>2007-03-26T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:18:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th march 2007</title><content type='html'>I know it's like, kinda late to post for something that ended like 2 days ago, but... here goes.&lt;br /&gt;So like I mentioned with hatred about the ALTC camp in my previous posts, guess what? I'm back and I'm still ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;But honestly and truthfully, the camp was millions better without the huge lump of blubber that has frowning eyebrows glued to that empty space between her eyes and her forehead and a protuding belly wearing shirts which printed "I'M SEXY".&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually not literally, but the feeling you have when you read the fabulously disgusting descriptions is absolutely identical to the feeling we have when we see her.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, attendance for Sec 1 and 2 was full, I think. For Sec 3, it was 16/29 =).&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame us, blame the blubber.&lt;br /&gt;We fall in at 2pm in the Quadrangle and Stef and me, the forever lamers, started a countdown of 24 hrs. ROFLMAO. And we updated everytime we get to see the clock.&lt;br /&gt;It was rifle drills. The stupid dummy rifle was so freaking heavy I don't know why they invented it for. Probably with the evil intention of breaking our wrists.&lt;br /&gt;After drills was a MOTIVATION lecture. Then that guy went on and on about motivation. At that point I was motivated to sleep but I did not mention that so that I can still keep my life.&lt;br /&gt;On and on it goes (I mean the camp), until it was dinner time. Darn it they made us eat in our houses.&lt;br /&gt;Actually Stef and I so carefully and meticulously planned our dinner the day before the camp. We agreed that she will bring the cocktail sausages while I'll bring the longan. Then in the end we were in different houses so we can't eat together.&lt;br /&gt;Sian. So I had to pair up with 2 Sec 1 cause' you know, yeah, I, being a responsible and awesome senior, I'll have to take care of my juniors... HAHA, bhb.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner was campfire, except there was no fire and we were in the canteen sitting around a stage of benches and tables.&lt;br /&gt;Our screams and cheers was controlled by the the lights. When the lights were off, we started cheering. When the lights were on, we started booing. ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip the performance, cause' it isnt exactly very interesting, except for Extreme Elites' performance, cause it's my house =).&lt;br /&gt;But during the whole 'campfire' me and Stef was constantly annoyed and disturbed by that guy who kept screaming in a weird way unnecessarily. And he was right behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the next day. And yes, we were still counting down.&lt;br /&gt;After a deemed FABULOUS breakfast of noodles we had this game. There were 4 stations. 1st was throwing a bar of wet soap to another member in the field. I seriously hope the grass don't get poisoned. 2nd was dunking your head into a box of flour to find a Polo sweet. Thank goodness I refused unless I would be in the same plight as Stef was in, cause' she got flour on her hair, mouth and her pathetic braces. FYI, I don't have braces =).&lt;br /&gt;3rd was thrusting wide shots towards some water bottles about few metres away using tomatoes and apples with hope that we can somehow knock 3 down.&lt;br /&gt;First attempt I actually knocked 2 down but I missed the crucial shot. SO all the way back we go to the pathetic soap bar that has grass embedded in it after being constanly tortured by falling onto the grass.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a 'Shen Tong', as we called him since he hit down like 3 and 4 bottles in 2 rounds, help us pass.&lt;br /&gt;The 4th was eating 2 quarters of a watermelon. Actually we were doing pretty well until a fat obese boy in my house took two bites instead of one. But we can't really blame him (though we silently did), coz...&lt;br /&gt;1. he was fat  &lt;br /&gt;2. fat means he can eat&lt;br /&gt;3. he's hungry&lt;br /&gt;4. he's greedy&lt;br /&gt;5. the watermelon just look so tempting&lt;br /&gt;6. HE HAS TO TAKE 2 BITES!&lt;br /&gt;7. he made us torture the bar of soap again&lt;br /&gt;8. he made us repeat points 1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Reflections bout the camp:&lt;br /&gt;I thought the camp was pretty great, due to the fact that the fat thing that occupies half of the land Earth has was absent! But I totally disagree with the fact that a seemingly BORING guy had to teach us how to motivate people when these kind of thing can't actually be taught. I mean, it's like asking people how come there's a Sun. Totally futile.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why in every reflection we have to write what we learnt. Since you have a burning desire to know exactly what I've learnt, let me tell you dude. Stef and I successfully mastered the art of escapism! When we had to area clean, everytime the NCOs starts to complain about this part being dirty with stray maggi-mee strands, me and Stef sneaks away. When the NCOs said someone had to clear the on-the-verge-of-bursting rubbish bin, BINGO!, we ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I think that the camp was really fruitful for me since I successfully mastered this fabulous art without the need of a master.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this satisfies you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-3275994308071137160?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/3275994308071137160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=3275994308071137160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3275994308071137160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/3275994308071137160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/03/26th-march-2007.html' title='26th march 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-7812463308813798646</id><published>2007-03-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:12:00.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-smth march</title><content type='html'>BAH!&lt;br /&gt;tmr is ALTC camp.&lt;br /&gt;it's 8.04 and i havent even packed my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok, coz i'll survive it =)&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, today got bio pratical. We were doing tests for reducing sugars, proteins, fats and starch.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was the first few to start doing the reducing sugar test so I threw the two tubes into the water bath. After like a couple of mins, the stuff in the testtubes turned red and orange. Then miss neo was like walking past when she stopped in front of me and asked, " Are you sure you added Benedict's solution?"&lt;br /&gt;I was like, duh, of course i did?&lt;br /&gt;And she was like, are you sure blah blah  coz it's supposed to be blue.&lt;br /&gt;So from what appears like, i did the experiment wrongly so I turned off the gas. Like 5 minutes later, when i turned around, you know, to see see, i saw everyone's testtube was the same colour as mine.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA miss neo.&lt;br /&gt;anyway when i was pouring ethanol into the testtubes i spilled some on my hand. I was totally suspicious whether i will spontaneously combust since it is rumoured (or fact?)that people do spontaneously combust and furthermore I had ethanol, which is so highly flammable, on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I washed it off hastily.&lt;br /&gt;Won't be back home till sat 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love practical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7812463308813798646?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7812463308813798646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7812463308813798646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7812463308813798646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7812463308813798646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/03/20-smth-march.html' title='20-smth march'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-7971999433235894702</id><published>2007-03-17T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:53:44.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 march 07</title><content type='html'>I shall piss my blog off by reporting that HOLS ARE ENDING!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, if you notice, everything about my blog is HOLIDAYS are ending or starting.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you can't blame me because hols are really ending.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, kinda getting lame here.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, spent most, or actually ALL of my time watching tv at home, you know, just idling, just watching the ceiling, watching the sky, watching whatever is in front of me, and pretending not to know that the hols are ending and I've yet to complete my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I went to Hougang Mall on thurs with mum and I thought I almost got a heat stroke. LOL. Giddy. I think I almost fainted but I managed to reach home thought, crawling.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was just kidding =)&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Damn, nxt friday will be ALTC camp. I SO HATE CAMPS.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-7971999433235894702?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/7971999433235894702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=7971999433235894702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7971999433235894702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/7971999433235894702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/03/11-march-07.html' title='11 march 07'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-607480247545651023</id><published>2007-03-08T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:16:14.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 March 2006</title><content type='html'>Holidays are finally back!&lt;br /&gt;*welcomes it with red carpet, thundering applause and ear-drum-damaging screams*&lt;br /&gt;And out of the whole week, I only have to go to school on Friday for some silly story-telling camp. Haha. And I can't believed they called it the Amazing Story-Telling Camp. The name itself it's already so amazingly stupid. The course itself looks amazingly dumb. The aim, which is to teach us how to story tell, is also amazing CRAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;So of course, it's of little doubt, that it is AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had NP. It was quite fun. I mean, compare with the days when we had to withstand the fiery elements of the weather DRILLING. AMAZINGLY, we didn't have to wear the dumbass uniform.&lt;br /&gt;And they taught us how to SELF-DEFEND (includes lots of tackling, slow-mo demos, but luckily no breaking of limbs) and how the SAF soldiers do their guard duty.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad *smiles weakly*.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't in a good mood these few days. Sighs. But nevermind, like Mrs Sim said, EVERYTHING ALSO NEVERMIND!&lt;br /&gt;Have been drawing lots of pigs mocking teachers. DOODLING is a great form of leisure and entertainment during lessons. I wonder why publishers don't include "May Cause Drowsiness" labels on their textbooks. Especially Physics and SS.&lt;br /&gt;But WTH, we have, like mountain loads of assignments for the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;CRAP. And to think I was so RANDOMLY chosen to do a Total Defence survey. I hate Index No. 25! Teachers think, let's do multiples of 5. Great, I'm called upon to answer questions.&lt;br /&gt;Another teacher thinks, hmm. Let's do multiples of 5 too. Awesome, I'm called upon AGAIN, this time to enlighten the class about some news report.&lt;br /&gt;And a few days later, I get randomly chosen to do a bloody survey.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;AND, I'm sitting in the first row and right in front of the teacher's table. WHEN I am seated according to Index No. Tell me people, what is so good about 25????!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM MY LUNGS OFF!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-607480247545651023?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/607480247545651023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=607480247545651023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/607480247545651023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/607480247545651023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/03/8-march-2006.html' title='8 March 2006'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-6149717936456529545</id><published>2007-03-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:10:10.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 March 2007</title><content type='html'>I AM SO PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;P.I.S.S.E.D O.F.F&lt;br /&gt;no offence, but I'm just spelling Piss Off out to express the pissed-off mood in me, and not to criticise you that you don't know how to spell P.i.s.s.e.d o.f.f.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to sit in front. Especially when I'm sitting exactly right in front of the teacher's table. Uh-uh, not impressive at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I stare at the teacher, the teacher stares back. Teacher smiles, I smile weakly, then pretend to be totally engrossed in something else, for example DOODLING on the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;My school life is full of doodling.&lt;br /&gt;I doodle EVERYWHERE. Check my Chinese TB out, check my Chem TB and my Bio. EVERYTHING IS FULL OF DOODLES. EVERYTHING THAT BELONGS TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;I love to draw, I love to do things I like.&lt;br /&gt;But some bloody idiotic arse scolded me for doodling when I was supposed to do corrections. Yeah, I know it's wrong to be doodling during lessons, but come on, fool. Everyone is like, not paying attention to your OH-SO-INFORMATIVE lessons. Oh, is that a clue?&lt;br /&gt;Well actually it is, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;AND the only one you gave your strict warning to is me.&lt;br /&gt;and you even told me some unnecessary things I don't want to be told, or at least, don't want to be told by you when you're giving out notes to the class.&lt;br /&gt;It spoils my mood, for the WHOLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I SERIOUSLY NEED TO GET BACK TO MY ORIGINAL SEAT TO SALVAGE MYSELF FROM A BEING-PESTERED-BY-IRRITATING-TEACHER CONDITION. IMMEDIATELY.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and angry.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time when you feel that you have too much energy causing you undesirable hyperactiveness, trying kissing your own ass. That will definitely take you some time figuring that out.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about pestering mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, for Physics, did quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;Bio, averagely average. From almost whole class fail, it turned out only 2 failed.&lt;br /&gt;I told you teachers are exaggerating devils.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna change my blogskin soon. I've already done the graphics, will be up when I'm free and I have the FULL use of the modem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-6149717936456529545?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/6149717936456529545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=6149717936456529545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6149717936456529545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/6149717936456529545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/03/2-march-2007.html' title='2 March 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-1351859968945810067</id><published>2007-03-01T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:18:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st March 2007</title><content type='html'>Oh, it's already a new month.&lt;br /&gt;And the new year's ending.&lt;br /&gt;And common test is over.&lt;br /&gt;But so much for these.&lt;br /&gt;The scariest and most worrying thing ain't when you're taking the test, but when you're taking your results. And that's what I'm worrying about.&lt;br /&gt;Coz' I already failed my Chinese paper and I ain't sure what else can shock me. I know I won't do well for Physics, definitely... And for Bio, almost whole class failed, which probably includes me too.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;How exuberating can it get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-1351859968945810067?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/1351859968945810067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=1351859968945810067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1351859968945810067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/1351859968945810067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/03/1st-march-2007.html' title='1st March 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-4892780555915211044</id><published>2007-02-16T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:32:03.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Feb 2006</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's like, already the eve of chinese new year eve. Haa, it's really amazingly shocking how time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;So today was really relaxing, except for the Buo Bao Xin Wen part.&lt;br /&gt;First period was Mrs Sim's. She's really a good teacher thought Like during Valentine's Day we asked her where are our chocolates, she said she would buy and give us tomorrow and unexpectedly she really did. Which, is so unlike other teachers who make up with truckloads of excuses to cover up their stingyness to spend some $5 to buy a box of candy.&lt;br /&gt;And she's really a joker. LMAO, literally. Today she dressed up in a pink laced skirt and a white knit jacket and tied a pink ribbon around her waist. It's funny how we take so much notice of what teachers wear. Yeah, so back to my story. Erm, you know those kind of CNY decorations, miniature wire-as-branches, rolled-up-orange-netting0mandarin-oranges-plant kinda thing. Yeah so it was placed on the teachers table, harmless and innocent. BUT, when Mrs Sim half-sat on the table, the wires got caught in her ribbon. ROFLMAO. Just when the wires are clinging on her ribbon for dear life, she took the ribbon off and thrust the ever-innocent object aside.&lt;br /&gt;AND she claimed the "plant" was dangerous. but i kinda thought everything in her hands are dangerous. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were in charged of making the hamper for this year's competition. We even had to go Popular to buy those materials and I had to take cardboard for the base of the hamper from Popular. It made me look like I was one of those super irritating asses who keep pressing their horns and walk around the whole bloody block asking for old newspaper they hope to exchange for such minute amounts of money that can't even buy me a cup of coffee from the coffeeshop.(I mean karung guni man). It was utterly embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;But all's well ends well! We WON! 1st!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. We were like so happy! THREE CHEERS.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. The sense of achievement is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;But so much for the crap prizes LOL. One word - Cheapscape.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the efforts we made were worth it. WEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;AND CLASS DECO WE WON SECOND!!!&lt;br /&gt;the hand-painted pig was TOTALLY AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTICALLY FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;FABULOUSLY FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;oh well you get me.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-4892780555915211044?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/4892780555915211044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=4892780555915211044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4892780555915211044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/4892780555915211044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/02/17th-feb-2006.html' title='17th Feb 2006'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-117102628391921856</id><published>2007-02-09T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:04:44.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 feb 2007</title><content type='html'>This post shall salvage my undergoing-DA-rotting-process BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;ok to start with, lets talk about?&lt;br /&gt;CRAP:&lt;br /&gt;1. I want my blog to rot!&lt;br /&gt;2. But I'm contradicting myself since I am typing a post and I claimed so proudly in the header that it shall save my blog from the devastating rotting process.&lt;br /&gt;3. I PASSED MY CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;4. 25 ppl flunked Physics. I so hope it isnt me.&lt;br /&gt;5. A gigantic lump of lipids, who thought that fat content embedded underneath his skin is muscles, is teaching us how to HIPHOP PROFESSIONALLY.&lt;br /&gt;6. I end up laughing at him every lesson.&lt;br /&gt;7. I sometimes wonder why PE teachers are plump.&lt;br /&gt;8. And why they wear the honourable Emperor's underwear, which in my dictionary means BRIGHT YELLOW SHORTS.&lt;br /&gt;9. Had a great laugh too, at him, the Emperor's underwear wearer.&lt;br /&gt;10. Got 2005 yearbook, laughed at myself and a couple of weird pictures... and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;11. Wondered why the school took 2 years to publish 84-page glossy-papered book. *shakes head in disgust*&lt;br /&gt;12. And why I was caught in another photo other than the class photo.&lt;br /&gt;13. And why school is boring me.&lt;br /&gt;14. And why the designs I drew on my PIG.KA.FILE are fading off.&lt;br /&gt;15. Wondering why the whiteboard is so black&lt;br /&gt;16. Wondering why Sim gives so much homework.&lt;br /&gt;17. Wondering why Sim's face turn tomato red when she mentions her immature and childish memories with her son&lt;br /&gt;18. Wondering why she had to tell us that her son is born on 03-03-03.&lt;br /&gt;19. Wondering why Kim is so short.&lt;br /&gt;20. Wondering why Kim's ass is just above her knee.&lt;br /&gt;21. Wondering why Kim's pronounciation is worst than mine.&lt;br /&gt;22. Wondering why Kim thought the neck of the OHP is 360 degrees turnable.&lt;br /&gt;23. Wondering why Kim wears bright red lipstick&lt;br /&gt;24. Wondering why Kim got a bing bing you li de nan zi.&lt;br /&gt;25. Wondering why I am mentioning so much on Kim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-117102628391921856?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/117102628391921856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=117102628391921856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/117102628391921856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/117102628391921856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/02/9-feb-2007.html' title='9 feb 2007'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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-26657542.post-116807958800793637</id><published>2007-01-06T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:33:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th jan 2006</title><content type='html'>in case you didnt notice, i FINALLY change my blogskin!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, refering to my previous post, machine gun sim told us the next day that she completely forgotten the 5 names she REPEATED called.&lt;br /&gt;so much for the keep-calling-name thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26657542-116807958800793637?l=pigkaboos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/feeds/116807958800793637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26657542&amp;postID=116807958800793637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/116807958800793637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26657542/posts/default/116807958800793637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigkaboos.blogspot.com/2007/01/6th-jan-2006.html' title='6th jan 2006'/><author><name>bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07367829411238296676</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>
