<?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-5281584</id><updated>2011-08-03T18:22:56.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My LiTTle Diary~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-95469574</id><published>2003-06-09T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T09:21:11.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for a real real long time.. busy with work.. kinda like my new job alot..  having off day tml..talking to kp and yf on icq now.. kinda happy catching with them.. heez.. old friends..let out my little old secret to kp..getting abit nutz tonight.. something must be not right up there.. muzhahaha... i love every one.. nitez.. muack muack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-95469574?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/95469574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/95469574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95469574' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-94692060</id><published>2003-05-21T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T09:24:43.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just quarrel with pui.. coz he kept lieing to me.. gonna start work tml as some executive thingy.. dunno what post is that also.. felt quite blessed to get that job. gotta report to work at 8.30 am in the morning.. think gonna be a hard day for me coz i been waking up at 2pm everyday for the past 1 month or so.&lt;br /&gt;i feel abit excited, abit scare and abit sad. my granny's toes are like rotting. kinda hurt me. think will bring her go see doctor tml. coz the toes haven't been healing for some time already. worry it might be diabetics. with so much feeling and worry.. how am i going to get to sleep tonight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-94692060?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/94692060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/94692060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94692060' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-94501816</id><published>2003-05-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:01:59.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is getting a little better for me now. though i am dead broke. got used to it. went for a few interviews yesterday.1 confirmed me.. but i dun like the job.. i didn't reject them.. let see how first.. if i can get better job then good for me. i am so desperate till planning to actually sign on to army. can't believe it. but the pay is good man. its tempting. if only i can get a scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;sign up with recruit express.. they say will have starhub opening next week.. 'crossing my fingers' .. hope to start work by june.. slacking too long already. just got a feeling life will get better after tuesday. my bro bursary reply gonna be back next week.. hopes he get it. then i won't few so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so hot nowadays. keeps perspiring.. yucky.. ok.. gotta go play my scrabble..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-94501816?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/94501816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/94501816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94501816' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-94212544</id><published>2003-05-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T10:04:16.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am very heavy hearted today coz my bro quarrel with that bastard again.. really want to move out but no matter how i calculate still not enough money.. decided to work very hard and earn alot of $$. God bless me. felt so miserable. mao don't understand the situation i am in now. hope i can quickly find a job... Lord pls help me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-94212544?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/94212544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/94212544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94212544' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-94154608</id><published>2003-05-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T09:54:55.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been slacking for the past 1 week.. feels good.. but not much money left..hahaz.. its me n mao 2 years today.. went to ikea to get his cloth hanger then to chomp chomp to have have my fav crocklers .. yummy.. will start looking for job tml.. been eating too much recently.. i dun wanna get fat again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-94154608?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/94154608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/94154608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94154608' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93879723</id><published>2003-05-06T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T12:27:34.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am hungry, sticky, hot and sleepy......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93879723?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93879723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93879723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93879723' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93810431</id><published>2003-05-05T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T10:20:31.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is my first day of work today and also my last day of work. i fired my boss..hahaz.. just couldn't agreed on the terms of the appointment letter. don't feel good, some ppl says that i am stupid to dump my job as the economy is bad. but i believe i can find a better job. having headache now... time to look for new job again. only got $170 bucks to survive me till i find the next job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93810431?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93810431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93810431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93810431' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93810419</id><published>2003-05-05T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T10:20:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is my first day of work today and also my last day of work. i fired my boss..hahaz.. just couldn't agreed on the terms of the appointment letter. don't feel good, some ppl says that i am stupid to dump my job as the economy is bad. but i believe i can find a better job. having headache now... time to look for new job again. only got $170 bucks to survive me till i find the next job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93810419?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93810419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93810419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93810419' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93752294</id><published>2003-05-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T10:25:28.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate that fat ass.. i don't want to work.. can some1 support me .. so dragful..the tot of seeing that pig tml morning really puts me off... especially when i have to see him the rest of the the year.. he is going to bug me...NO.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93752294?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93752294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93752294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93752294' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93716079</id><published>2003-05-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T12:40:30.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it 3.35am in the morning. just finish watching tv. another meaningless show..gonna wake up late tml again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93716079?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93716079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93716079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93716079' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93662070</id><published>2003-05-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T10:32:56.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chill out with huihui just now. had a nice chat. left me with many thoughts. feeling so lost. &lt;br /&gt;read this email about friendship thingy. it says that every night there is someone out there thinking of you. it be so nice if i know someone actually thinks of me. =) actually it true. i think of someone every night.. sometimes i let them know i think of them.. some times i just keep it to myself. hope someone also tells me that they think of me.. feel that its a very nice gesture. feel good to be miss by someone =) &lt;br /&gt;getting quite emotional.. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93662070?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93662070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93662070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93662070' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93661301</id><published>2003-05-02T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T10:17:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pang saw me with mc... i dunno when. felt so uneasy. felt abit being stalked.. although don't think he did it delibrately. kinda makes me feel sickening.. grr... &lt;br /&gt;2 more days b4 i start work. sob. no more freedom. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93661301?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93661301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93661301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93661301' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93594043</id><published>2003-05-01T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T06:54:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having slight gastric pain now. only had my dinner at 9 + yesterday. went for kimage d&amp;d/ hairshow. was busy the whole day. spent 3 hours styling my hair, 2 hours putting make-up and 4 hours rehearsing. didn't felt right. got a "yahoo" hair and victoria dress.. so outta place. anyway got lotsa free products, shampoo, conditioner,texturiser, show gel.... an most impt is a $500 kimage voucher. yeah.. gonna perm and dye my hair. had a 10 course dinner but i only ate 2 course,cooldish and sharkfin. heez..it was an eye opener yesterday.. got good food and nice prizes. so happy.. &lt;br /&gt;waiting for my free new contact lenses from the focus group thingy. haha. 1 year supply. all my beauty products replenish for free. quite lucky. save quite alot of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93594043?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93594043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93594043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93594043' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93477592</id><published>2003-04-29T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T10:45:46.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to chinese swimming club for a swim today. saw leslie kwok,mark chay and some other national swimmers... so cute..*faint* huili is so  gaga over leslie kwok.. now we know when is their training..haha...was sitting at the jacuzzi admiring them =p &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93477592?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93477592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93477592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93477592' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93409745</id><published>2003-04-28T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T10:19:36.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very pissed off with my brother... very rude.. totally no respect for me.. today is his birthday.. decide not to get him anything and will not talk to him until he apologies. very angry with my grandmother also.. she say i cannot make it into uni.. arghh.. evreyone is pissing me off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93409745?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93409745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93409745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93409745' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93166301</id><published>2003-04-24T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T10:20:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 4pm in the afternoon.. just woke up 3 hours ago.rather short day but many things happened. first, i lost $70 on the real madrid match last night. that left me very very poor. couldn't believe it the score is 4-3. stupid david beckham. i am so miserably poor now. suddenly felt heart pain when i heard the score this morning at 6 am .lie on my bed for 2 hours b4 i fall asleep again. how i wish someone can donate some $$ to me. sob sob..&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing that happen today is that hui hui screwed up her fyp judging. eugene felt so bad. 2nd time i actually heard hui hui crying. she is a very strong girl... she say she is gonna fail her fyp and gotta repeat 3 months. sort of understand the feeling coz i almost fail once when i was in year 1. that kinda days were really terrible. everyday anticipating for final result and u get nightmare every night.i remember i swear to myself i will never do badly again. and now i am slacking again. can't imagine what will happen if i really fail this sem. i really can't wait to get outta tp. year 3 suck. now i am also at the border of failing. but not as bad as huihui. somehow, i just got this feeling she won't fail. she always get her way out somehow. and i believe this time she will again. she is 1 big lucky girl. if she fail this sem, it will be the greatest setback for her.&lt;br /&gt;Among all these terrible things that happen today, i am left with 17 hours to my mns paper. which i have totally no confidence in. GOD~! i still have to pick up my mood to study for this paper.&lt;br /&gt; feeling very hot now, just gobble down my bar of chocolate.. gotta start mugging. God pls bless the less fortunate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93166301?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93166301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93166301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93166301' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93059924</id><published>2003-04-22T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T11:12:56.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finish reading 2 chapters of my NMS notes. so sleepy. alast i manage to accomplish something =) try harder tml. &lt;br /&gt;feeling very poor now. only left 6 bucks in my wallet. i spent money like drinking plain water like that. damn fast. lets see how much i spent this month..hmm.. about $550.. also dunno what i spent it on. i just can't develop the habit of saving money. once got money hand itch. take cab.. buy this buy that.. small small items.. i bet on tml soccer match.. man u vs real madrid.. hope real madrid win then i can have a little more to spend. i believe they will win la. i hope.. er.. and pray..&lt;br /&gt;i getting to dislike survey ppl.. they are kinda pissing me off.. i realise i can't stay in a job for a long time. i wonder the problem lies in me or them. but i think i am the better 1 already. other of my frens work 1 time cannot stand them liao.. self comfort... y do i always get all these stupid jobs. i want good money no stress job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93059924?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93059924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93059924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93059924' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-93033487</id><published>2003-04-22T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T00:35:46.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its raining so heavily now and i am home alone... YEAH~! feel so good.. can smell the rain.. wanna eat durain ice-cream =p just gotta a new "job". consider myself quite lucky. always got good lobangs. this job is to try out a colour contact lense for 1 month then give feedback and i get $50 and 1 year supply of contact lenses. sound attractive right... but no more space liao. i am the last batch that got recruit. &lt;br /&gt;3 days more to my first paper and i am still slacking.hahaz. gotta get started.. ok.. gonna go eat my durain ice-cream then start mugging liao .. love ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-93033487?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93033487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/93033487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93033487' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-92876889</id><published>2003-04-18T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T23:16:34.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just woke up from a 13 hour long sleep. feel so good.raining heavily outside. haven't been able to sleep so long for a couple of weeks already. i was so tired out yesterday at the survey thingy. as usual there were a few pretty boys. got this 1 guy working at singtel hello(orchard), kelvin, very cute and very nice guy, 19.. haha..dun get me wrong. he is 1 year younger then me. looking at pretty boys is just one of my hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;this few days, old memories kept piling up in my head. everywhere i go, i tend to hear those songs i always hear when working at lighthouse. 1 of the nice memories of my life. had great fun that 3 months of my life. don't think will never work at such places again. getting older. ppl always think its a complicated place and thinks that i am a complicated person. actually not so..misses those times where i am so dote by everyone. working is like playing. good things never last, nice to be just a part of your memories...have to be contented with what i have now. don't complain =p&lt;br /&gt;Wonder i am going to do today. shall stay at home and clean up the house.be a good girl.and go for the kimage thingy tonight.. abit dragful. i miss everyone.. i need a life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-92876889?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/92876889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/92876889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92876889' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-92788696</id><published>2003-04-17T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T10:26:09.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just slam down the phone on mc..yah,again~! wanna go out with some friends tml, some guys some girls.. he wasn't really happy.. he sounded quite pissed coz i am going for a mignight movie with guys .. then he gave me attitude so i flared up...having gastric pain now,dunno for the how many consecutive nights already. dun wanna take medicine coz worry that i get to used to the medicine and rely on it.&lt;br /&gt;today is a significant day. its the last day of school and i guess not much people actually realised it. time passes so fast. 3 years has passed and now i am going to move on to the next stage of my life. many things happen today. felt quite good. first was the lab assessment, i copied like siao.. didn't study for it. brian help me out with half the paper... it was quite funni.. after that we went for the survey briefing.. had a crepe in between.. cheese with chocolate and banana. sound nice right... it was so sinful, think only girls like me dare to eat it.. but anyway it tasted horrible. salty, sweet and sour mixed together actually neutralise everything so its like eating plain food but gaining alot of weight. my stomach still feels so bloated now. after the briefing went to mos burger for dinner. spend sometime chatting there. about 9+ we went with huili to cineleisure to meet up with her irc friend... hahaz.. just being kapo. that guy felt so intimidated. quite a nice guy though. after we saw him, he went off to get movie tics, so me,xw,angeline and emi were commenting on him... average.. not bad looking la huh.. fits most of huili criteria. then emi suddenly pop up the next question .. "how this guy" (was refering to a fren emi met up with..flora ex bf), then all the 3 of us kept quiet and look down. didn't know what to say. he was just beside us.felt quite bad coz cannot lied. but the action were very obvious, emi was saying that we were very mean.. &lt;br /&gt;The day ended quite well with lotsa tots in my head, realised haven't had such a outing with my friends for a long time.. like going for a mignight movie or so.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-92788696?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/92788696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/92788696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92788696' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-92725154</id><published>2003-04-16T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T10:07:57.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got shortlisted for an interview tml but dunno what job i applied for.hahaz.. have to wake up at 10 am again..grr.. gonna be a long day.. job interview, lab assessment and survey briefing =p  how i wish it never comes. so many things to do. friday gotta work whole day, best if i can earn a 100 bucks or even more..greedy *grinz*..gotta work hard. wanna buy my bro a watch for his birthday.see if i can save enough $$.&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a good day, project judging went pretty smoothly compared to the rest of the group and no need to do much amendment to fyp report.relieved. &lt;br /&gt;jason tan's baby is born today , on his birthday. hui hui is so pissed. i don't really care... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-92725154?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/92725154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/92725154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92725154' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281584.post-92661240</id><published>2003-04-15T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T10:25:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just slam down the phone on mc.. so pissed with him. grr...idiotic.. &lt;br /&gt;chilled out with hui hui and her ex at a coffee shop nearby. it was quite funni .they were bitching about jason's wife. all the digusting message she sent and blah blah blah. had quite a good luff. today is another unfruitful day. slack the whole day again. did some ironing and spend the rest of the time watching tv. really wonder if i am going to fail. had bad pimples outbreak and put on 1 kg.. but feeling so fat and unhealthy. &lt;br /&gt;tml is my fyp judging, haven't even prepare anything for it yet.. super slacker. can't stand myself too. gonna work for the survey thingy this friday again. they seem to like me..hahaz.. got quite a few projects on hand..yeah.. at least no need to eat grass for the next month or so. that the only thing that makes me feel good now..&lt;br /&gt;think i better go and call mc =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281584-92661240?l=pinkpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/92661240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281584/posts/default/92661240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpig.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92661240' title=''/><author><name>fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620606230844816880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
