<?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-19944272</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:10:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLY PIG! FLY!!  (00)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19944272.post-3814295543088092889</id><published>2007-07-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:08:40.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian. i am damn frustrated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if its just me or my course, but its telling me a lot more of the people around me and the friends i have. somehow im thankful this is happening, yet i dun want this to be happening at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so damn hard to find people for a project. like damn hard la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think im dumb. for helping so many other people out. seriously wad for did i do that sia? i do not know. that time i thought it was for friendship. now i think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so tiring to help other people out and hear them tell u "hey when u need me i'll help u ok" then when the time comes where u need some foundation to lean on or ur in the direst straits and u seriously need help, u dun get any. as in. none. zero. kosong. bo. dun have. zilch. blank. nothing. NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats the lesson i learnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can help other people, just dun expect anything in return. expecting people to help u with them expecting nothing in return is total bullshit. at the end of the day, its still urself who's gonna pull yourself out of that strait ur in. nobody else is gonna do that for u. at the end of the day, u stand alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-3814295543088092889?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3814295543088092889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=3814295543088092889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3814295543088092889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3814295543088092889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/07/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19944272.post-2109980548501670960</id><published>2007-07-17T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:12:21.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, my most sincere apologies to those who were hit by my entry but wasnt supposed to be hit. i know everyone is entitled to their own opinion and i respect that. im just stating how i feel about what was said and all. and its not only what one says that hurt people, it is also how one says it (at least for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, thanx for all the smses and tags. i now feel like im going to depart from the world lol. no seriously thanx a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i dun like hitting people with my entries when its meant for someone else. i guess this is the last time im gonna blog. i guess only ar.. no definite statement yet. i guess only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-2109980548501670960?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2109980548501670960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=2109980548501670960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2109980548501670960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2109980548501670960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-of-all-my-most-sincere-apologies.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-9023214486697022298</id><published>2007-07-17T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:13:29.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are so many things right now in my mind. im thinking.. im starting to hate poly life.. something i yearned for since i was sec 2.. im starting to hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? cant i just be sociable with teachers? whats wrong with being friendly? wad just because theyre teachers i cant be friends with them? dun bull with me can? u say i get good grades because the teachers like me. the thing that hurt me most was they way u said it. u said it as if u were saying "wow the sky is blue today". so casual. walao. do u know how hurting it is to work so hard for something, achieve that something u want, and then someone just comes along and tells u "whoa u got good grades again, teacher likes u alot"? i worked hard for what im getting, im not sucking up to teachers to get my grades. i dunno if thats what ur planning to let people know. but thats the vibe im getting when i hear something like that. why, i slacker last time now i cannot get an A is it? i slacker last time so maybe that gave u an excuse to say "oh he slacker, so he get bad results". but that doesnt give u an excuse to say i get good grades because the teachers like me; i fucking worked hard for what im getting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if what u say is bloody true, then that should mean im being friendly with everyone around me because i need them for personal gain. so that would also mean im being friendly with popular people because i wanna be popular. that would also mean im being friendly with someone smart because i wanna get good grades also. but no wad? anyone who bloody knows me well enough will know that now, as long as i can do it, i will do it myself. i dun need to be friends with someone to get something i want because i got confidence i can do it. im friends with people because i wanna be their friend, they wanna be my friend and because its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what got into you. i dunno why u said this. seriously right, im really hurt when u said that. and the way u said it got me a second stab. i din show that it hurt. i din wanna spoil tonight. tonight was fun. until u said that. i got stunned u know. i hate the way u do stuff sometimes. and this is one of those. seriously. i still consider u as a friend. and this came out of ur mouth. i cant believe u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siala. i need to say sorry to my blog. all my entries these past few days all ranting one. all angsty. sorry blog. next time i blog about happy stuff. if i get to experience some. but i got so many problems now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u. i still dunno what to do when i see u. i start to feel weak once i see u. as much as i like u, no serious i like u a lot, i dun like feeling weak. i dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much homework. i cant even go gym. yes i know my time management is bad, and thats what im starting to change today. but still... so much homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends start to change one by one. either that or they show their true colours. damn irritating when u suddenly get to know that someone isnt really that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money. i need money like mad now. im broke like hell. i wanna go shopping. i wanna relieve stress by shopping. headphones, amplifiers, speakers, receivers, mbox, mixer, turntable, imac, shit i wanna buy a lot of stuff.&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;the only good things that are happening to me in poly are having friends to lean on. i wun mention names here. u know who u all are. thanx sia. without u all i think i'll be crumbling now. seriously. thanx a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get a new phone this sat. im so looking forward to it. finally. stress relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-9023214486697022298?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9023214486697022298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=9023214486697022298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/9023214486697022298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/9023214486697022298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-are-so-many-things-right-now-in.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-3071091875770578082</id><published>2007-07-15T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:58:38.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok my friends... i hear your thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx for the people who tagged... i really appreciate ur thoughts and tags, mean or no mean, a lot.. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today will be the start of the brand new me.. if there is one.. ok there is on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL STOP BEING A TEDDYBEAR FROM NOW ON.. I'LL BE HUMAN! or ogre WHATEVER BUT NOT TEDDYBEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die u all die! ok im kidding.. actually im bored but yeah.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-3071091875770578082?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3071091875770578082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=3071091875770578082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3071091875770578082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3071091875770578082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-7224452284512449306</id><published>2007-07-14T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:05:57.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. the thing there said dun ask me i wun answer u unless ur my mother. well... i dunno if u read it.. but u still went on and asked me.. again and again and again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i answered u. now if u dun believe what i say right, then what the hell was the point of even asking me? damn redundant right? like people saying "repeat again" or "return me back". its damn redundant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, pls tell me, whether ur blind or wad, or ur retarded or wad. seriously i dunno what the hell ur problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dun have the heart, not the courage but the heart, to tell u upfront the way u do stuff really pisses me off. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMENG DUN WORRY IM NOT REFERRING TO U OK.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-7224452284512449306?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7224452284512449306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=7224452284512449306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/7224452284512449306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/7224452284512449306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-5413698303072584001</id><published>2007-07-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:31:31.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: THIS POST IS DONE WHEN I WAS DAMN PISSED. WAS IS THE KEYWORD. DO NOT ASK ME ABOUT WHO THE PPLE ARE BECAUSE I WILL NOT TELL U WHO NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE UNLESS YOU'RE MY MOTHER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a very shitty week (Becks, 2007, p. 11; Winwin, 2007, p. 21). I have met a lot of fucking irritating people this week. Everyone hates fucking irritating people. At first, one would think "Well this person is irritating but yeah maybe I can take a bit more..". After a week or two, the same person would think "Wow omg this person is so irritating.. This person is getting on my nerves..". But there is this point of time where every human being, male or female, normal or abnormal, obese or not obese, reaches a certain limit of patience. when that limit is crossed, one would think "OMFG THIS PERSON IS SO FUCKING  IRRITATING I WANNA SLAP THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF THE PERSON'S FACE, PULL OUT ALL THE PERSON'S TEETH AND MAKE THE PERSON CRINGE IN SO MUCH PAIN THAT THE PERSON SHOULD NEVER WANT TO STEP OUTSIDE THE HOUSE AGAIN". And then this would make you wonder, "Why are these fucking irritating people so fucking irritating?". These fucking irritating people are fucking irritating due to three main reasons: They are assholes, they are bloody irritators and they ruin your plan for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, fucking irritating people are fucking irritating because they are assholes. They irritate the hell out of you every once in a while (you are quite lucky if this is the case) or every time (well you are not that lucky if this is the situation you are in). They try to tell you that "Hey I can do this and you can't", but then again you would not care about what the hell they are doing since doing it does not give you any practical advantage in real life. Also, they try to act cool and suave; they try to make it seem as if they know everything under the sun, though in actual fact, their guess is as good as your guess. They also try to make you do according to what they think, which will, I am certain of it, irritate the hell out of you. Lastly, these fucking irritating people are assholes as they degrade you all the time for their personal benefit; they make themselves look cool by making the people around them look uncool, which, in this case, is very anal and kao bei. These fucking irritating facts about some fucking irritating people are what make them assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, some fucking irritating are seriously fucking irritating as they are bloody irritators. They tend to bitch and whine a lot, which make them fucking irritating. For the simplest of things which anyone, even a baby, can ever do, they will, believe me, I am not exaggerating, ask for help ALL THE TIME. For example, a fucking irritating person which is a bugger would ask you to help carry stuff, which kinds of makes you wonder "How the fuck did you bring it over here in the first place?". Another example would be the fucking irritating person asking you to borrow a book for the same person's own use, when the same fucking irritating person is right beside you and is not really doing anything. Again, this situation will, I am very very sure, make you think "Why can't you bloody do it yourself? Are you missing half a brain or something? You know they sell pig's brains at the nearby kopitiam. I'm really sure that half of that pig's brain can really match with your other half brain in your head. I can lend you money if you dun have any now. Oh what? You want me to help you buy? OK but last one already ar..." Also these buggers think that they are royalty. They think, yes they can think, that everything that goes around them must be to their convenience. However, these buggers fail to realise that they are not in their idiotic and bloody realm of imagination anymore, but are in the real, physical world. For some, this might be of little concern. However, there are LOTS AND LOTS of people who think that these fucking irritating people should be slapped, or even be killed and resurrected to be killed again and again, so that they wake up to their senses and finally realise that they are in the real world and not the Kids Central world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, fucking irritating people are fucking irritating as they ruin your plan for the day. Chia (2007) stated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "There's this most irritating feeling where you achieve this sense of promise from someone and in the end that person backs out. And it's even MORE irritating when the backing out part is so last minute. What's worse is when someone knows that he/she's got other engagements but forget and make plans and then throw away those plans just 'cause he/she suddenly remembers that he/she had previous plans already. No, losing party's not the forgetful one; it's the one with false hopes that gets screwed."&lt;br /&gt;         (para. 1)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What you have painstakingly been planning, maintaining or looking forward to, these fucking irritating people destroy. Some go as far as making one wait for nothing. Personally, I find waiting to be the shittiest thing to do in the whole wide world. In my humble opinion, waiting is morally and politically acceptable when one waits for someone or something at the very least. Waiting is then not morally acceptable and impolitically correct one waits for nothing. Waiting for nothing is a bloody waste of time and energy. It makes one miss out on all the other stuff that one could be doing, like going to gym, getting home early to do work, sleeping, learning new things and all the others that occur in your mind while reading this piece of crap essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, fucking irritating people are, well, simply fucking irritating. If law allows a fucking irritating person to be murdered, all fucking irritating people should be exterminated. They should be slapped in the face millions and millions of times. After that, they should be killed. And then resurrected. And then killed again. This process of killing and resurrecting, called killurrecting, should be repeated millions of times. After which, these fucking irritating people should be banished in a single room, in which they, in high hopes, contract the disease called "hikikomori" (Becks, 2007, p. 12) and then die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-5413698303072584001?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5413698303072584001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=5413698303072584001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/5413698303072584001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/5413698303072584001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-week-has-been-very-shitty-week.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-7534609786682715220</id><published>2007-07-04T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:08:53.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. first of all, im sorry. i thought u knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a bad dream sia. like.. u thought everyone knew something that u thought they knew, for like the longest time, and then u suddenly like wake up and realize "hey.. no one knows me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then its like.. u think to urself.. suddenly everyone's like so far away from u.. its like.. yeah i feel like that now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since u dunno, let me tell u like some details about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how many bloody millions of times ive said this to like everyone, but im gonna say it again. I SUAN BECAUSE I FRIEND U. I DUN SUAN U BECAUSE I HATE U EXCEPT FOR ONE PERSON WE ALL KNOW WHO. i dunno why, i dunno how, so dun ask me. different people got different ways of showing affection. for me, suaning is one of them. i suan u because i consider u as a good friend, someone close to me. i consider u like someone whos gonna go through thick and thin with me. i dunno if u can see that but i dun suan anyone i dun really consider a friend. so like, if ever i offended u like in my suaning, yeah well, i apologize alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, im an "emotions" guy. not emo guy, but "emotions" guy. i go more for "feel". when i listen to songs, i dont really listen to the lyrics, but more of how the song is delivered. is there enough emotion in it to make me feel what the words mean? i do not plan at all but i go by, yes, i hope u said it in ur mind, gut feeling. when i feel like this idea is gonna get me the result i want, i just go with that idea. simple as that. so whats the point of me saying this? the point is, i say stuff differently than others. when people say "sorry", they mean sorry. when i say "sorry", i can mean a lot of things. i can mean "sorry ur an asshole", or maybe my sorry means "im kidding only", and the most rarely used is "sorry i wont do it again". its in the way i say it, not what i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i'd like to listen to my friends problems and help them about it if they'd ask me to, but i dun really like the idea of me telling friends about my probs. i dunno why dun ask me. maybe something inside me just tells me i can do this on my own. so im not giving up yet. unless its something trivial that makes me lazy to think about it, i dun tell my probs to other pple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also the kind of guy who cannot really hide how i feel. as i said, im a "feel" guy. i am one and im proud of being one. and thats partly the reason why i cannot hide how i feel, unless its the emotion called "like", which falls under "sad". oh thats another thing about me. i only have 3 categories of emotions. happy, sad, angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believe a person shouldnt let his inner child die. sounds wrong right im like making the person which is a he sound pregnant. thats not the point. i believe each and everyone of us has a child within, psychologically. now, if u let that child die, ur goner. i believe it takes away the living soul out of u. and i believe once that child is gone, u'll be a damn boring person. serious forever, joke also cannot, must always follow manual, follow rules, everything also must be followed... well u get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i might joke around and all, i might horse around and be childish all the time. but at the end of the day, i still fall under the category of living things called "humans", so i still have a serious side in me. when i get serious sometimes, pple stlll think im joking. thats the point of time when i feel like burying a punch in the person's face. ok point is, i hate it when people around me think that "eh thats cedric he wun get angry one la he always kidding one how to get angry". i hate those kind of pple. they should like be shot by a firing squad with plastic bullets. yeah well im not that mean, dun die, torture only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thanx for waking me up. ok i know it sounds sarcastic, but yeah, im not ok.. just.. thanx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna like make me a goal now. sounds stupid but whatever. im gonna find people whom i can relate to.. those that i can call "my people", those that can understand me like.. yeah i dun wanna have misunderstandings like this anymore. so yeah.. till i find "my people", bye phatman. hello Cedric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-7534609786682715220?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19944272.post-4741899847236858983</id><published>2007-06-26T04:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T04:30:50.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pffft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad to call today.&lt;br /&gt;im at a loss of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it nice to sing jazz...?&lt;br /&gt;or listen.. either one will do for me..&lt;br /&gt;time passes by so quickly when u jazz..&lt;br /&gt;jazzing..&lt;br /&gt;its the best thing to do when u dunno how to describe ur day..&lt;br /&gt;sit or stand, dance around..&lt;br /&gt;when it rains outside..&lt;br /&gt;just jazz..&lt;br /&gt;its the best thing to do..&lt;br /&gt;when u dunno how to describe ur day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-4741899847236858983?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4741899847236858983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=4741899847236858983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4741899847236858983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4741899847236858983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/pffft.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-8126997450873148530</id><published>2007-06-24T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T02:35:43.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i..&lt;br /&gt;look at you and suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;something in your eyes, i see...&lt;br /&gt;soon begins bewitching me!&lt;br /&gt;it's that old devil moon,&lt;br /&gt;that you stole from the skies,&lt;br /&gt;it's that old-&lt;br /&gt;*ZHAO XIA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA KNN I CANNOT SING PROPERLY NOW I ZHAO XIA. =((((((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-8126997450873148530?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8126997450873148530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=8126997450873148530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/8126997450873148530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/8126997450873148530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/i.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-5350623394874080244</id><published>2007-06-20T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:32:13.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoahahaha. im bored.&lt;br /&gt;whoahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okok see i took off all my links.&lt;br /&gt;SO U ALL DUN COMPLAIN IF I NEVER LINK U ALL.&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-5350623394874080244?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5350623394874080244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=5350623394874080244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/5350623394874080244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/5350623394874080244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/whoahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-7942843546351493834</id><published>2007-06-15T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:55:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i very sian.&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems like they got something to do.&lt;br /&gt;pple go work.&lt;br /&gt;pple go play.&lt;br /&gt;pple go walking around window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;got girls go girls night out or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;got guys go gay bar.&lt;br /&gt;got obachan go senior citizens corner chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;got ojisan play chess.&lt;br /&gt;got a lot of auntie in hdb block having auntie meeting.&lt;br /&gt;got a lot of uncle because got a lot of auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i, got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;i tried slacking at home.&lt;br /&gt;     but thats what i always do.&lt;br /&gt;i tried sleeping at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;     but thats slacking while not being awake.&lt;br /&gt;i tried playing online games.&lt;br /&gt;     but i beat them all. or i sian of them because i dunno how to play.&lt;br /&gt;i tried getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;     but i scared i no shirt to wear to school.&lt;br /&gt;i tried slimming down.&lt;br /&gt;     dun bluff. that one impossible.&lt;br /&gt;i damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss suaning becks. ok i still suan her online but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i miss suaning cheryl chia and her "pantat butt pigu butt backside". ok not her body part but ya.&lt;br /&gt;i miss josh. as in. just josh.&lt;br /&gt;i miss suaning joyce and her laughing cold. *covers eyes then laugh without eyes moving*&lt;br /&gt;i miss suaning mel and her fencing kick.&lt;br /&gt;i miss suaning bealson. and his sexyblack. and hitting his butt. OK I DIN DO THAT.&lt;br /&gt;i miss suaning sherwin. and his long hair.&lt;br /&gt;i miss being the ss club president.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my whole class.&lt;br /&gt;i miss suaning jasmine and her idiotic looking maple story hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;i miss calling liying porn.&lt;br /&gt;i miss being irritating to angel.&lt;br /&gt;i miss being told by amanda that she's "hot".&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking african to taikoon.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot see cheryl in class but i still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;i miss suaning simeng like mad. but she acts cute everytime so nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i miss timothy's ear.&lt;br /&gt;i miss suaning wang lee hom in front of michelle.&lt;br /&gt;i miss reuben and singing in the toilet with him. NO WE DUN BATHE TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;i miss fangyi and him being white. HE DAMN DARK NOW. LIKE. DARK.&lt;br /&gt;i miss scaring sihui then she scream in the class like someone touch her butt.&lt;br /&gt;i miss clara sitting with amanda and gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;i miss janet tay.&lt;br /&gt;i miss aileen leong calling me ah pui.&lt;br /&gt;i miss vilau. for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i miss tian yi lin talking to me when i got problem.&lt;br /&gt;i miss vicki loh. and making fun of stuff she talks about.&lt;br /&gt;i miss mrs ng. she very cute.&lt;br /&gt;i miss 4/3.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS CHOIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE HELP.&lt;br /&gt;HOOBOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-7942843546351493834?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7942843546351493834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=7942843546351493834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/7942843546351493834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/7942843546351493834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-very-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-4598611838873322116</id><published>2007-06-14T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:54:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WARNING: THE FOLLOWING BLOG ENTRY CONTAINS &lt;font style="strike"&gt; GRAPHIC NUDITY &lt;/font&gt; PICTURES DEPICTING FALSE ACCUSATIONS AND FICTIONAL THOUGHTS.&lt;/span&gt; ok except maybe for the first one. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NONE OF THIS SHOULD BE TAKEN FOR REAL&lt;/span&gt; except for the first one. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANY CHARACTERS MENTIONED ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL AND UNREAL. ANY COINCIDENTAL MENTIONING IS JUST COINCIDENTAL&lt;/span&gt; wth am i saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. the point im trying to make is, if u see ur name there, im just kidding ok. dun take it to heart. im flaming u all but this is a show of affection and not because i hate ur guts and all. if u see ur name there, im really sorry. but only when u see ur name or after u see ur name. if not then the sorry part doesnt apply to u. okok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. my friend put this up on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=black bgcolor=Red cellpadding=4 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font style='font-size:24pt; color:white;'&gt;simeng&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font style='font-size:18pt; color:white;'&gt;LOVES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font style='font-size:24pt; color:white;'&gt;cris ronaldo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#ffd7d7&gt;&lt;font style='font-size:16pt; color:black;'&gt;12012&lt;BR&gt;3213&lt;BR&gt;534&lt;BR&gt;87&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=Black&gt;&lt;font style='font-size:26pt; color:white;'&gt;Love Level: 87%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/loves/loves.php"&gt;Name 1:&lt;input name="firstname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Name 2:&lt;input name="secondname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Start up the LOVES-o-Meter!"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/loves/loves.php"&gt;Loves-O-Meter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored. so i decided to do something. i know its mean. but i was bored. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDPgfSsCyI/AAAAAAAAACY/qziKZ_RAn1U/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDQN_SsC0I/AAAAAAAAACo/wrw5e3Uo58w/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075785718793243458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this one i dunno how to spell one word. but who cares either way works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDQfPSsC1I/AAAAAAAAACw/1F4i_4EtcRM/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDQfPSsC1I/AAAAAAAAACw/1F4i_4EtcRM/s320/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075786015145986898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDQo_SsC2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HBGvsdAbAJc/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDQo_SsC2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HBGvsdAbAJc/s320/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075786182649711458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i found some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDzP_SsC4I/AAAAAAAAADI/0rQYpXA7tNQ/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDzP_SsC4I/AAAAAAAAADI/0rQYpXA7tNQ/s320/Picture+15.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075824236059954050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk ali ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDzfPSsC5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yjc9rFDvf3s/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDzfPSsC5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yjc9rFDvf3s/s320/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075824498052959122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai ali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDzrPSsC6I/AAAAAAAAADY/JrjLQVFUEp4/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDzrPSsC6I/AAAAAAAAADY/JrjLQVFUEp4/s320/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075824704211389346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai ali.. why u never tell me.. i din know... now i know why u call me everynight... OKOKOK DUN WHACK ME U DUN CALL ME EVERYNIGHT... u come my house instead.. AHAHAHAHAHA.. ok.. u all see.. ali = alicia.. not indian boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i just found this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnD0B_SsC7I/AAAAAAAAADg/KrMg9SsB_1o/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnD0B_SsC7I/AAAAAAAAADg/KrMg9SsB_1o/s320/Picture+17.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075825095053413298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that one is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but best of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnD0OfSsC8I/AAAAAAAAADo/ZN5IVU4bKMU/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnD0OfSsC8I/AAAAAAAAADo/ZN5IVU4bKMU/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075825309801778114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the other 9%..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AND DIE AND DROP DOWN THE DRAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-4598611838873322116?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4598611838873322116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=4598611838873322116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4598611838873322116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4598611838873322116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/warning-following-blog-entry-contains.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RnDPgfSsCyI/AAAAAAAAACY/qziKZ_RAn1U/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19944272.post-4442904980038832610</id><published>2007-06-10T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:02:58.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i watch drama.&lt;br /&gt;i think funny.&lt;br /&gt;the guy's dad in the drama tell him.&lt;br /&gt;"not doing anything.. and being satisfied with it.. it becomes a habit.."&lt;br /&gt;then i think.&lt;br /&gt;i look at myself,&lt;br /&gt;and then i think again.&lt;br /&gt;im actually doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. its really very dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i got something on my mind, and i know i should just say it out.&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno why i cant. not now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;but then again i ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;when is later going to come?&lt;br /&gt;january comes after december.&lt;br /&gt;but when is later going to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;got one bird fly.&lt;br /&gt;i look at my own one.&lt;br /&gt;cannot see my zipper zipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i look at the sky again.&lt;br /&gt;i see one twinkling star.&lt;br /&gt;actually its not the star.&lt;br /&gt;my right eye got eyeshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then&lt;br /&gt;i never give up.&lt;br /&gt;i try to look at the sky again.&lt;br /&gt;this time i saw it finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn alone.&lt;br /&gt;feels cold also.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;since im fat.&lt;br /&gt;why cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything.&lt;br /&gt;i feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;im not asking for help.&lt;br /&gt;so dun help me.&lt;br /&gt;ive already asked for enough listening ears.&lt;br /&gt;so thanx a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the rest still depends on me.&lt;br /&gt;is the holidays a good chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help noticing 5 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would she react?&lt;br /&gt;how i know?&lt;br /&gt;then why u ask me?&lt;br /&gt;thats the point i dunno so i ask u.&lt;br /&gt;but i also dunno.&lt;br /&gt;come we wonder together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i get rejected?&lt;br /&gt;then like that lor. then wad.&lt;br /&gt;why u ask me again i asking u wad.&lt;br /&gt;i ask u because i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;but i also ask u because i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;come we wonder together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should get it over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;yeah u should.&lt;br /&gt;why u say that?&lt;br /&gt;because i got nothing better to say.&lt;br /&gt;go and die.&lt;br /&gt;then drop down the drain right?&lt;br /&gt;eh how u know?&lt;br /&gt;actually i dunno. i anyhow say one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see couple walking down the road.&lt;br /&gt;they're holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;im actually a little bit jealous that they are.&lt;br /&gt;then the guy look back at me.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why he coming towards me.&lt;br /&gt;he clench fist.&lt;br /&gt;i think he thinks im looking at his gf.&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;i run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday u told me.&lt;br /&gt;bout the blue blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;and all that i can see.&lt;br /&gt;is just the yellow lemon tree.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabishii ne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wanna forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;must keep on thinking.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i never do anything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so why bother.&lt;br /&gt;but when i wanna forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;POOP.&lt;br /&gt;no that is not the sound of shit.&lt;br /&gt;its whats happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;something pushes me to her.&lt;br /&gt;and then i think about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to tell?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaranai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no really i dun know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-4442904980038832610?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4442904980038832610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=4442904980038832610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4442904980038832610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4442904980038832610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-watch-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-1607834108546269937</id><published>2007-06-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:35:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored.&lt;br /&gt;are u bored?&lt;br /&gt;i guess ur bored.&lt;br /&gt;everybody is bored.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cheer.&lt;br /&gt;but then im bored.&lt;br /&gt;are u bored?&lt;br /&gt;i bet ur bored.&lt;br /&gt;wad did u say?&lt;br /&gt;ur not?&lt;br /&gt;but how can that be?&lt;br /&gt;ur boredom indicator says u r.&lt;br /&gt;oh its broken?&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i dun believe u.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGET ABOUT IT..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-1607834108546269937?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1607834108546269937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=1607834108546269937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/1607834108546269937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/1607834108546269937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-7063602307521798967</id><published>2007-05-31T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:01:44.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because im afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i think i like u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like funny right..  im contemplating whether to tell u or not.. but i dun think i can.. or should.. why? because im scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared i dunno what im gonna say. then its like.. funny if i get tongue tied in front of u.. that would be like damn embarrassing la.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared i mess up in front of u la. that one lose a lot of face. but that one never mind one. i lost so much face already so it wun really make a diff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again if i told u how i felt also funny ar.. like class clown like someone.. lol.. quite funny if u ask me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then ur friends will laugh then say "OMG SHREK LIKES U" or something like that..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa that one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then, if i told u, i think u'd feel awkward. like really awkward. then its like.. wait la u dun laugh i thought about this ok.. if u feel awkward then u'd start to avoid me.. i think i'll do the same too... THEN WE WUN BE FRIENDS ANYMORE. BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid la. so many things to risk if i tell u. if i had nothing to lose ok la i tell u straight away. but then i got my friendship with u to lose leh. dumb right. someone should invent a machine that can make me go back into time. just in case. call apple and tell them to invent Ireverse or Irewind or Igoback la. dumb pple. invent ipod only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then im also scared of rejection. whoa dumb crap i think i got a 99.99% chance of getting this.. like i dunno wad to do once that happens.. ok i think i know wad i'll do.. maybe i'll emo in the corner of a circular room or something.. but ya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.. i told u.. so many things to risk.. most of them non-important.. but i dun wanna lose a friend if i do get rejected.. hahahaha.. dumb la.. i wan my ireverse or irewind or igoback...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-7063602307521798967?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7063602307521798967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=7063602307521798967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/7063602307521798967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/7063602307521798967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-kinda-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-6376632481521936649</id><published>2007-05-31T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:04:11.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh omg. thanx a lot leh.. like.. really.. to those pple who tagged.. im damn touched la.. its itchy but ya.. yeah even though u all always suan me and all.. but yea.. thanx a lot eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-6376632481521936649?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6376632481521936649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=6376632481521936649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/6376632481521936649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/6376632481521936649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/eh-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-2085591685877541876</id><published>2007-05-30T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:23:52.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im afraid to mess up&lt;br /&gt;im afraid to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of rejection&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of what i wanna say&lt;br /&gt;im afraid i'll cry&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of being really emo&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of ruining friendships&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of being awkward&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of making people feel awkward&lt;br /&gt;im afraid to take action&lt;br /&gt;im afraid to take initiative&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of what's going to happen&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of perspiring&lt;br /&gt;im afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fark. a lot of stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-2085591685877541876?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2085591685877541876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=2085591685877541876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2085591685877541876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2085591685877541876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-2824513540245484646</id><published>2007-05-29T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:50:03.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate people who always pang seh. as in ALWAYS. LIKE EVERYTIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pang seh people, I HATE U ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-2824513540245484646?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2824513540245484646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=2824513540245484646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2824513540245484646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2824513540245484646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-people-who-always-pang-seh.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-4944048275583255446</id><published>2007-05-26T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:52:41.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa chao chee sian la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so draining.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so difficult..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard, and still it doesnt budge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knn la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i very tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep on pushing.. seriously im trying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I GOT CONSTIPATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. enough la... i need some slack...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-4944048275583255446?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4944048275583255446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=4944048275583255446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4944048275583255446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4944048275583255446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/whoa-chao-chee-sian-la.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-7554259661631606625</id><published>2007-05-19T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:46:52.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: THIS POST WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED ON FRI. I BUSY ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa i tell u today damn kao bei. u know why? NO ITS NOT SUPERFLY AHAHA U DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok u see. morning i woke up right, i did my "example" paragraph. i complete liao i feel damn shuang. then after that go print then go school. SHUANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then i tell u. wait la u listen first. u dun scratch ur nose when im talking to u. EEEWWW U WIPE UR "JUST-DUG-MY-NOSE" FINGER ON UR COM! ew wipe it off wipe it off its green!!! OKOK.. see see i tell u now.. i took mrt to clementi.. met jian de there *HELLO JIAN DE!!*.. then we talking right,  i ask him wad time it was.. then he was like, he din have a watch with him... i had a watch la, but it was fast by "x" no if mins. if u din understand that then ur dumb. OKOK THAT MEANT I DIN KNOW BY HOW MANY MINS MY WATCH WAS FASTER THAN NORMAL. okok.. then i had this wonderful idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idea was like call rong rong ar *HELLO RONG RONG!!* and ask wad time it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello, rong rong ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wad time is it now ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U CALL ME JUST TO ASK ME WAD TIME IT IS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA I CAN JUST IMAGINE THE LOOK ON HER FACE WHEN SHE HEARD WHAT I SAID.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RlGt1IKg_mI/AAAAAAAAACI/-9blvhCUAvw/s1600-h/Photo+36a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RlGt1IKg_mI/AAAAAAAAACI/-9blvhCUAvw/s320/Photo+36a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067022184004779618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAD?!?!? U CALL ME JUST TO ASK ME WAD TIME IT IS?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THEN... jian de and i drop down the mrt *OK WE DIN FALL FROM THE MRT*... ya i know its dropped off or something but i just thought of that can? irritating... then then.. rong rong call me to ask me to tell mr sh-ha-rp *i dun wan them to find this u see* that she is going to be late.. im like ok im gonna tell him... so off jian de and i went to ride bus 52.. then after a few bus stops, we saw this golden shimmering helmet like thing bobbing up and down the side of the bus.. guess who.. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. i tell u my face contort like mad.. 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;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RlGubYKg_nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vgyN-QeFC5M/s1600-h/Photo+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RlGubYKg_nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vgyN-QeFC5M/s320/Photo+38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067022841134775922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA I LAUGH SIA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then, we all go school liao.. jd went off to print his stuff.. that sounds wrong... to print his documents for writcom.. so i went to class with cheryl first.. THEN THEN!!!! I SAW MY GL!!!! WHOA SO COOL!!! SHE ATTENDS CLASSES AT THE SAME BLOCK ON THE SAME DAY AT THE SAME TIME AS ME EH!!! ahahaha when i saw her i kept on slapping cheryl on the back.. not the dominatrix slap that goes "WHOOPSH!!! WHO'S THE PRINCESS" kind of slap.. its more like rapid tapping... then she run away from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i din wanna make u feel molested la can? my bad eh my bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go class liao.. class damn boring la.. like seriously.. u'll feel damn bored to the max.. sh-ha-rp-ee kept on looking at me because i was going to fall asleep.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got break... eh what happened ar? i kinda forgot... OH YA BREAK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see... this happened during break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about to torment joyce *HELLO JOYCE!!* with the miyavi *the name sounds like cow right...* vids i had... THEN THEN I TELL U WHOA DAMN KAO BEI ONE... being a guy is really bad.. being a girl is like so cool... u got menses and all.. EH SERIOUS MENSES ARE THE COOLEST THINGS ON EARTH! okok dun say liao later someone from above punish me gimme cramps in the bus again... okok so where was i.. i was in the toilet.. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. okok sorry sorry where was i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THERE I WAS. okok.. so damn kao bei i torment joyce *ok this sounds wrong* i torture joyce *this one sounds wronger* I MAKE JOYCE JEALOUS *ah.. finally the correct word..* with the miyavi vid i have... then i dunno.. my elbow... I REPEAT MY ELBOW AR NOT MY HAND AR.. MY ELBOW I TELL U MY ELBOW!! my elbow hit something... im not going to say what that something is because if i do i think pple will stop coming my blog.. BUT WHO CARES ANYWAY i hit this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN SUDDENLY I TELL U... SUDDENLY... this charmaine *HELLO CHARMAINE!!* suddenly shout "EH SHREK HIT MY N*H*EH!* then she laugh... THEN EVERYONE LOOK AT ME THEN THINK I GRABBED IT.. or so i think they all did la but THE POINT IS THEY BELIEVE CHARMAINE.. I MEAN. WTH MAN... WHY WOULD THE HANDSOME, HONEST AND PURE ME DO THAT? *ok i lie too much i see my nose hitting an SAF fighter jet BOOM it land in the sea* BUT THE THING IS *ya ok this one really the point* I NEVER TOUCH!! LIKE REALLY!!! like seriously la, my elbow touched it... ACCIDENTALLY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... i really feel guilty now.. serious... U DUN LAUGH LA THIS ONE THE MEANING DEEP OK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt; CHARMAINE, REALLY REALLY SORRY... I DIN MEAN TOO SIA.. LET'S BE FRIENDS AGAIN... =(((( &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see.. being girls are so damn cool... other pple always say the grass is greener on the other side.. I TELL U IT REALLY IS... u see they got the POWERFUL weapon called menses.. which i shall not talk about just in case i get my "wish" granted in the bus again... then now they got the "nuclear bomb" of social relations man.. they got THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa i tell u.. no i mean i ask u.. would u believe me if i point to charmaine and then shout "CHER SHE TOUCH MY MOOB"?? &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;YOU WUN BELIEVE RIGHT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i tell u... being a girl rules..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya talking about this thing ar... i saw the same thing over at grace's *HELLO GRACE!!* blog... but then she put something like "SHREK TOUCH MY *censored*"... i think censorship is cool la.. like.. if someone called me during lecture right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh i having *censored* now.. i *censored* u later can??" AHAHAHAHAHAHA SO WEIRD RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok back to topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN U KNOW U KNOW U KNOW... this kind soul in the person of mr sh-hah-ar-p BELIEVED ME... HE ACTUALLY DID!! HOW SWEET RIGHT? ok im talking like a girl now..... WHO CARES ANYWAY then ya he believed me!!! so cool... i love u man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then break over liao... i tell u again... why do i keep on telling u? how about u tell me instead??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok nvm i tell u.. see see... this kind soul... when teaching... he left something open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tai si min *HELLO SI MIN!! eh? i say hello to u liao right??* suddenly shout: "mr *censored*, ur fly*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guy flap his wings NO LA I BLUFF U ONE AHA U DUMB U BELIEVE RIGHT? of course not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guy turn around zip his fly then act like nothing happened... oh he thanked si min too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA I HAVE A NEW FRIEND IN CLASS LIAO.. CHARMAINE AND I GOT NEW FREN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my example paragraph... KNN I THOUGHT HE WANTS SOME PARAGRAPHS TO READ IN CLASS AS EXAMPLES.. i din know he wanted like paragraph with example pod... I WENT TO WRITE COMPARE AND CONTRAST.. im very proud of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then class end... THEN CHARMAINE WENT TO PROMOTE HERSELF WITH SHREK EARS!! SHE IS NOW FIONA.. fiona tai si min sounds like an ah soh *DUN ANGRY PLS... I LOVE U TO BITS.. U KNOW I DO...* now we looking for new donkey.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I TELL U SHE MADE ME WEAR THAT SHREK EARS OUTSIDE CLASS LA... like very fun to wear when in private ar.. but then outside... I THINK PPLE WHO SAW ME THOUGHT I HAVE A FETISH FOR FURRY GREEN THINGS.. omg omg.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa today damn kao bei... like really... oh ya... joyce, rong rong reuben and i went to shoot video in orchard road.. but i too tired now.. so maybe another post.. I SAID MAYBE AR.. MAYBE ONLY..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-7554259661631606625?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/7554259661631606625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/7554259661631606625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/disclaimer-this-post-was-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RlGt1IKg_mI/AAAAAAAAACI/-9blvhCUAvw/s72-c/Photo+36a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19944272.post-5877898570440544161</id><published>2007-05-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:42:31.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHARMAINE!!!! I FOUND A NEW TOY!!!! OMG OMG OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know u know u know toys 'r us is selling those hulk masks that can make sound? dun care about those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know u know u know they also sell spiderman gloves that shoot/squirts white stuff? *hmmm sounds wrong..* dun care about that one oso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND MY NEW TOY.. FOR THE PRICE OF $2!!!! OMG OMG OMG!!&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;DISCLAIMER: MY BLOG THE LAYOUT MESS UP LIKE HELL.. BEAR WITH ME WHILE I SHARE MY HAPPINESS WITH U ALL.. LOLOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCING!! SHREK EARS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxWwoKg_XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HJNY0-wP-pQ/s1600-h/IMG_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxWwoKg_XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HJNY0-wP-pQ/s320/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519074300198258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG!!! AREN'T THEY COOL!?!?! LOOLOLOL.. finally found what i was missing... AHAHAHAHAAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see see... I SO SIAN TODAY NO SCHOOL.. SEE SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxX9oKg_YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UtdhZNOsra8/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxX9oKg_YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UtdhZNOsra8/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065520397150125442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxYUYKg_ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TtPJ65kq15Q/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxYUYKg_ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TtPJ65kq15Q/s320/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065520787992149394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapper-SHREK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxYmoKg_aI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HN0uDmukdXE/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxYmoKg_aI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HN0uDmukdXE/s320/Photo+14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065521101524762018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHREK-in-jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxY04Kg_bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bMEZ6IMJnlM/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxY04Kg_bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bMEZ6IMJnlM/s320/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065521346337897906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible-SHREK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZAoKg_cI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G464BxR1dgA/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZAoKg_cI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G464BxR1dgA/s320/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065521548201360834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-SHREK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZNIKg_dI/AAAAAAAAABA/fZ5A-NLtUoA/s1600-h/Photo+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZNIKg_dI/AAAAAAAAABA/fZ5A-NLtUoA/s320/Photo+26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065521762949725650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHREK-007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZdoKg_eI/AAAAAAAAABI/ibRog69Tpbs/s1600-h/Photo+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZdoKg_eI/AAAAAAAAABI/ibRog69Tpbs/s320/Photo+45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065522046417567202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja-SHREK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZtYKg_fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2JFdm1mTJ70/s1600-h/Photo+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZtYKg_fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2JFdm1mTJ70/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065522317000506866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy-SHREK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZ9IKg_gI/AAAAAAAAABY/5bumqCcc-Qk/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxZ9IKg_gI/AAAAAAAAABY/5bumqCcc-Qk/s320/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065522587583446530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawaii-SHREK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxaL4Kg_hI/AAAAAAAAABg/1NNRxnfKp2c/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxaL4Kg_hI/AAAAAAAAABg/1NNRxnfKp2c/s320/Photo+37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065522840986517010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHREK-I-WIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxafIKg_iI/AAAAAAAAABo/746RLZi_B_8/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxafIKg_iI/AAAAAAAAABo/746RLZi_B_8/s320/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065523171698998818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMS-number-one-dun-believe-you-kuku-i-say-u-say-i-say-i-say-u-say-i-say-SHREK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG THIS IS SO FUN!!!! WAHAHA MY MOTHER THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! actually i am a bit but AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok see i still have a lot of things to do.. so ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxbiIKg_jI/AAAAAAAAABw/tumS8jyALCE/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxbiIKg_jI/AAAAAAAAABw/tumS8jyALCE/s320/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065524322750234162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-5877898570440544161?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5877898570440544161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=5877898570440544161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/5877898570440544161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/5877898570440544161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/charmaine-i-found-new-toy-omg-omg-omg-u_17.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_X8BQrWxI908/RkxWwoKg_XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HJNY0-wP-pQ/s72-c/IMG_2212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19944272.post-1370405514616902444</id><published>2007-05-17T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T04:15:02.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im embarrassed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its embarrassing to wave to someone and realise you dunno him&lt;br /&gt;its embarrassing to call out someone when u dunno him&lt;br /&gt;its embarrassing to have pple see u zhao geng and then say out ur underwear colour&lt;br /&gt;its embarrassing to have pple see ur fly open and get laughed at&lt;br /&gt;its embarrassing to ask a question and get turned down&lt;br /&gt;its embarrassing to have pple laugh at you when u fall down&lt;br /&gt;its embarrassing to be laughed at when u make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;its embarrassing to ask someone if he wants to eat then get ignored in front of other people.&lt;br /&gt;its embarrassing to hear someone fart and pple look at u and think its you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahhhh... thats a load of my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-1370405514616902444?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1370405514616902444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=1370405514616902444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/1370405514616902444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/1370405514616902444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-embarrassed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-1124338849511623356</id><published>2007-05-16T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:44:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>see... i very kind... i reply to tags... *ok so who doesnt right...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rong rong-------&gt;CHERYL BLONDE:  why u bluek me? is that supposed to be a vomit or something? what i do to you? why u so cold to me one? sms u oso cold.. why so mean.. AHAHAHA YA ANYWAY I SAY HI TO U. HI!! *waves* ahahahaha which song? my new boyband song? ahahahahahaha! hey hey you you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara: DA JIA HIGH *IS IT HAI AR?* BU HIGH?!?!?! ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char: dun sad la.. the post about u was meant to be kao bei, not to make u sad one.. I LOVE U TOO SIA... now i cannot throw away shrek... got sentiments attached to it now.. LOLOLOLOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE-MEHNG: omg sia.. i hate u... u make me feel so down la... anyway i say hi to u oso.. HI!! *farts* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: YOU DUN LIE SIA... pple who lie usually walk then their pants burn one.. i know deep down inside u actually hate me.. i heard u say that in the library... I HEARD I HEARD!! u where got sincere one?? u lie.. okok i say u flood but i never say u flood it badly right? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh: EH SORRY SIA! ahahahahaha... actually i din tell anyone until i blogged again.. was going to tell u la.. aahahahaa.. ok wait let me figure out how to link and ya i will link u.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fangyi: OMG FANG YI GE GE! ok im older than u BLEAHZX~**! gun niang ar? WHY GUN NIANG? how about... WU ZHUN! CHEN WU ZHUN!! i rule right? LOLOLOL.. take care sia.. last time i saw u u sick like hell.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bealson: ahahahaha... yeah i love u man... that post only for fun one.. LOLOLOL.. eh u know when u say "omggggggggggggg" online u pop in my head and i hear ur voice???? FREAKY RIGHT??? BUT IT HAPPENS SIA.. AHAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melly: huh he not meh? then where he from? boar-nee-oh? AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.. i dun wanna slit mine leh.. i alone sia.. very sad.. how about we all MASS EMO? U SLIT MINE I SLIT EVERYBODY ELSE'S? AHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace: EH I DUN THINK ITS YOU... I THINK IT WAS CHERYL BLONDE AR.. AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh ya i never blog about u and shijia is it? U KEEP ON LAUGHING AT ME LA.. then i ask u whether u heard some voice calling me U BLATANTLY SAY "YA I OSO CAN HEAR" LA.. lol.. hahahaha... thanx for laughing at my misfortunes sia.. LOLOL!! kidding.. HI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel: HEY PUNISHER LONG TIME NO SEE!!! LOLOLOL... thanx eh! i like u too! not in that sense but ya! ahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josephine: HAHAHAHAHAHA... I EMO? i thought i failed miserably at trying to be one... HAHAHA.. anyway u damn kao bei la.. u think u mud then wad u say ar? SIT IN CORNER MUST HAVE GUITAR.. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca: AHAHAHAHAHAHA.. NICE RIGHT THAT THING I SHOWED U? okok that sounded wrong let me rephrase.. NICE RIGHT NICE RIGHT THAT VID I SHOW U? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... the dumb song dun make any sense.. im gonna post something about tat... ahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reu: eh, why u complain about rababoy? do u know him? LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.. eh walau i thought u were my friend then u give me wangba la.. even LAN LAN sounds nicer than that la... gimme some other name leh... YA YA YA YA YA YA EMORANGERS!! HAHAHAHAH MIGHTY MOSHING EMO RANGERS!! can we make one in school ar? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... i wanna be ZORDON... THE BLOODY IDIOT STUCK IN THE UPSIDE-DOWN BOILING TUBE.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...  hahahaha now then i realize ur hair in the pic look like mini-afro.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... ehehe someone wrong grammar.. HAHAHAHAHA KIDDING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt; omg thanx for tagging and reading my blog sia.. i feel touched.. not in that sense but ya.. thanx all! wo, ai you all like zhen de to the max man! wo men shi forever hao peng you.. LOLOLOL... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-1124338849511623356?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1124338849511623356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=1124338849511623356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/1124338849511623356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/1124338849511623356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/see.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-6196070934253570412</id><published>2007-05-16T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:47:23.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG I THINK I WANNA MAKE A BOY BAND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whats the name?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I KNOW! THE EMOSLASHERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whats the new song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE A NEW ONE. WANNA SEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh really? dun wan i sit one corner first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME SEE LA. I MEAN LISTEN. VERY FUN ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orh. ok lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt; HEY HEY YOU YOU I CAN BE UR EMO FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HEY HEY YOU YOU WE CAN SLASH TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HEY HEY YOU YOU I KNOW YOU WEARING BLACK TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HEY HEY YOU YOU WE GO SIT ONE CORNER!! &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________________-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-6196070934253570412?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6196070934253570412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=6196070934253570412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/6196070934253570412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/6196070934253570412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-omg-i-think-i-wanna-make-boy-band.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-4855763312827247439</id><published>2007-05-16T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T01:18:16.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok u see... my this blog.. is 99% non-sense.. the other 1% is sixth sense.. ok fine the other 1% is serious... like really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARMAINE! I KIDDING ONLY!!! LIKE REALLY!!! &lt;br /&gt;REALLY!!! IM KIDDING ONLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;the thing i wrote was like part of the 99% one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-4855763312827247439?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4855763312827247439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=4855763312827247439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4855763312827247439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4855763312827247439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-u-see.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-4442148026619223113</id><published>2007-05-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:28:55.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today. very pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i wake up at 9 +. i havent finish my radio prod script. and my cue sheet. my head... PAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i do.. i write with pen on paper.. my hand... PAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i type using macbook... i use 2 hands.. the left and the right.. hold them up high so clean and bright.. clap them softly wth am i saying... i use 2 hands... my hands both... PAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i see time... clock say 10 30.. i late.. i die.. but after i die i still walk out of my house and wait for cab.. i ride cab... uncle never talk to me.. my heart damn... PAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i get to ngee ann.. i climb out of taxi.. i pay the money.. the ride cost 9 30 *EH GOT RYHME!!!* .. i take out money from my wallet.. my wallet very... PAIN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot.. yes... its too painful.. even emo pple like me who have no fringe yet and have lack of black clothes to wear also forget stuff.. i sms SOMEONE COLD before i left for school... i ask her if she done with her radio thing... she reply me with a YA without any punctuation.. not even a dollar sign.. my heart very... PAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i do today.. PAIN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u feel it.. the PAIN all around u.. everything is a lie.. ur friends hate u.. *NOBODY LIKES U... EVERYBODY HATES U... THEY'RE ALL OUT WITHOUT U, HAVING FUN!!!* ur teachers hate u.. ur friends say they love u but they actually hate u..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come with me... i walk with u.. u slash me i slash u.. u PAIN i oso PAIN.. we PAIN PAIN together.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dun like pain. u go pain with urself. i pain alone. u know why? i dun tell u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~OK EMO POST DONE~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today actually i very happy. u know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first right, there was no CHARMAINE TO CALL ME SHREK. the shrek call count today that i did was negative 3 *USUALLY ITS LIKE 15 000 +/- 3000 WHEN CHARMAINE IS AROUND* ok charmaine i still love u *LIKE REAL* so dun be angry when u see this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then but then. there was him. HE. he of the dark side that likes dark laptops. he of the evil realm that makes grown ogres shreak. he... he is the one who forever says SEXY BLACK when he sees me and my lappy.. he.. BEALSON!! hey bealson!! HI!!! *WAVES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then then!!! then then then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eh i notice the way u type damn bimbo ar? like those SO TOTALLY...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did groupwork with my classmates today. today hor, rong rong keep on hanging up on me. i dunno why she doing it but apparently she thinks its fun. actually i think so too for some weird reason and let me tell u it isnt a fetish but ya i just wanna kao bei her. why? for fun. then later hor, ying ying say I LOVE U *whoa i see a new mrt line from clementi to marina bay. OH THATS NOT AN MRT LINE? WAD THATS UR NOSE!?!?!?* to me ar, then later hear her say I HATE U. that made me feel emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i had dinner with rababoy and mel. i think mel pissed with me because i keep on saying someplace i shouldnt be saying here. rababoy just laugh. i wish u raba-ed me but you din. low eq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so i got home. then i bathe. however after bathing im still fat. i do not know why. someone pls raba me. that sounds wrong. whatever i dun care. im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya someone pls gimme chinese name. i dun wan ang mo kio or yishun ar. someone gave me da bian last time i wanna slap her face now. pls dun gimme pi gu or lan lan or something like those. lan lan is actually a girl's name but it sounds very very boyish to me.  i dunno why too. but ya i wan a chinese name. pls suggest one for me. if its nice and doesnt fall into the above categories mentioned, u may win a prize. the prize? paul's hair. no the lower one. okok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-4442148026619223113?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4442148026619223113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=4442148026619223113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4442148026619223113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/4442148026619223113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/today.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-2868148555069904273</id><published>2007-05-14T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:20:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once bitten, still can.. twice bitten, pain, but still can.. thrice bitten, really pain, but can bear.. FOUR TIMES BITTEN, PAIN LIKE HELL LIAO, STILL FEEL LIKE ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i dun like that once bitten twice shy thing la.. lol... so ya... im gonna create my new quotes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-2868148555069904273?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2868148555069904273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=2868148555069904273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2868148555069904273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2868148555069904273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/once-bitten-still-can.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-2432720042503368756</id><published>2007-05-14T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:01:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FRIENDS SUAN ME TODAY =((((</title><content type='html'>why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends suan me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my fren suan me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today they suan me everyday. like they really suan me like everyday today. i dun care if im making sense, whatever i just wrote up ther with the double spacing can become like a poem. my friend tell me dun shake. why. because the whole chair shakes. i hate her. im slashing myself. im carving HELP on my wrist. THEN THAT SAME FRIEND ASKING FOR MY LINK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i shouldnt be so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im emo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today very fun. why? because IM SUPERHIGH! *AAHAHAHA U NEHNEH U THOUGHT IM GOING TO WRITE SUPER FLY RIGHT?* actually i duno how i feel today. everyone hates me. bealson hates me, he say i got sexy black. cheryl chia hates me, because i said she from ah lian sec school. BUT YA WAD, AH LIAN GOT BLONDE HAIR SHE OSO GOT... then rebecca hates me. she told me to fuck off when i ate with her the first time. charmaine hates me, because she call me shrek everyday. CHEYRYL CHIA HATES ME A LOT. SHE JUST EMPHASISED WHAT CHARMAINE SAID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;BUT THEN BUT THEN SOMEONE SAY SHE LOVE ME. ITS NOT MY MOTHER. SOMEONE ELSE. NO NOT MY GRANDMA OSO. &lt;/font&gt; but then again i think she hates me oso. ya. hate. hate. hate ya hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back secondary school. EVERYONE LOVES ME THERE. like real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING.. I EMO FOR FUN... NICE NICE?? i bet not.. i know u hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-2432720042503368756?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2432720042503368756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=2432720042503368756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2432720042503368756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/2432720042503368756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-friends-suan-me-today.html' title='MY FRIENDS SUAN ME TODAY =(((('/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-6804065990033369024</id><published>2007-01-05T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:29:03.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so after reading sista's blog, i just realized she asked me to do this.. since she is depressed right now and she is a wonderful sista of mine, i'll do it.. =DD be honoured eh... i must type one by one sia... CANNOT DOUBLE CLICK THERE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Single, taken or crushing?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: all three? status unknown. maybe i'll tell u soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: i guess so... yeah i am... though id love to tweak it here and there.. erase some parts and renew some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)When u meet the right person, do u fall in love with him fast?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: no. im not gay. why is this questionnaire so sexist. but then again seriously, i dunno if im fast.. i know i take time to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Have u ever had ur heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: yeah. near christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Do u believe that there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Would u take someone back if he cheats on u?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: NO. I SAID IM NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;          *okok lets say i was.*&lt;br /&gt;          no still. i hate liars. and conmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Have u ever talked about marriage to someone else before?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ya. a lot of pple. it includes my dog ueki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: no, they are noisy. oh.. yes i would want them. if they can come out fully grown right away. but i think it cannot happen.    seriously right, yes i want some. though it would be damn difficult to take care of them initially..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)How many?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: i wun tell u but i shall tell u that i wanna be singapore's greatest hero in fighting the plunging birthrate... which will result in underpopulation which will, ultimately, result to ageing population... which may cause singapore to experience shortage of manpower... and since there is shortage in manpower, labour costs will increase, which will rob singapore of an attractive investment environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Would u consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No. im a very fruitful man. i dunno.. it just doesnt appeal to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)If someone likes u now, what do u think would be the best way for him to let you know his feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: stay away from me... IM NOT GAY... but seriously, just tell me. i dun care how he *WTF I WISH IT WAS A SHE* does it. just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)do u enjoy getting into relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: HMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Do u believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: yes. but cristi ronald sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Do u believe u can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: i believe i already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)If u could get married, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: JAPAN. MT FUJI. FUJI U RULE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Do u give in easily when u are fighting?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: depends who im fighting. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Do u have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: yes. yuki chan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Do u ever wish that u couldve had someone but u messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: wad, for lunch? EW. NO? seriously, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Have u ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ya. that bloody heart cost me $15. the shards hit me hard. OK SERIOUSLY RIGHT, yes i have. quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If one day ur best friend falls in love with the boy u r deeply in love with, what would u do?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: let them fall in love la. IM NOT GAY WAD. care for wad. OKOK I KNOW THIS IS IRRITATING BUT SERIOUSLY, i'll fight... as in mutual... but if i lose, i wun be a sore loser.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Are u missing somone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) ------&gt; I DUN WANNA DO CAN? finger pain sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ar... i do for u one leh... U MUST BE TOUCHED.. not as in... aiya.. U GET WHAT I MEAN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-6804065990033369024?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6804065990033369024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=6804065990033369024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/6804065990033369024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/6804065990033369024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-after-reading-sistas-blog-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-3876798837290720145</id><published>2007-01-04T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:45:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so lately ive been rotting at home doing nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just came back from my brother's orientation camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not mention which school it is but know that its the secondary school version of the jc which admitted around 30 css pple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... first thing that struck me there was like "WTH, THE TOILET NO LOCK????"&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, how do pple do stuff there? OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the hall. the hall is clean.. can see that the facilities are new.. better sound system than css mind you... but the thing there is like... NO ONE IS ENTERTAINING US OR TELLING US WHERE TO SIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when this boy who was supposed to entertain us came, it was like wow... PREFECT FROM HELL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked at us with that "who-the-hell-pinched-my-left-butt-cheek" face and then told us, in these exact words, "OI, U ALL GO SIT OVER THERE". im like, wtf is this?? my brother's gonna study here???? LIKE WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sat. guess what the principal said when we just sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me parents, may i bother u all for a while? can we all take the chairs or benches that we are sitting on and move them forward? there is a lot of space in front."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. IM AMAZED. POWERFUL SIA.. THIS IS THE EXACT THING IM LOOKING FOR. "SELF RELLIANCE"... "HUMAN RESOURCES..." hmm.. not bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some weird thought struck me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pple follow whatever they are told when someone on the mic speaks.. what if i was using that mic at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, parents, may i bother u all for a while? could we pls for 5 mins dance like wild monkeys looking for bananas? well nothing im just bored.. go on go on.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, when we just finished shifting our seats, GUESS WHAT THE PRINCIPAL SAID. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im sorry parents, but the sec one's campfire, u know that time when the camp starts the fire? ya, that cannot occur today... this is because it just rained.. so can i all ask u to COOPELATE *NONONO THIS IS NOT A TYPO* and MOVE UR SEATS WHERE THEY WERE BEFORE U MOVED THEM? thank you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought "hey, maybe mrs teo and him are long lost relatives... the other is like "eh 1" *THAT MEANS A1* and the other's coopelate..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the boring show started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had this mc right... the mc was like... his voice was like.. i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;it sounded like it was coming from inside a tree or from under a mountain or something.. when my mother heard the guy speaking, she was like looking around.. seriously, around! like up down left right center back... apparently she was trying to find where the guy was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the way he spoke.. it was demoralizing.. something like mr gerald but WORSE AND MORE EXTREME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u could imagine the way pple felt when he says "OK THATS GOOD.. WE HAVE A LOT OF TALENTED PPLE HERE.." or maybe when he like says "PIONEERS! I WANT A MACHO CLAP... 1... 2... 3..." my gawd i tell u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and the orientation groups were named like uh... they used names from space.. like sun, moon, earth, milky way, meteor... bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this group called "BLACK HOLE".. AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA... im like.. wtf?? BLACK HOLE? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... it sounded like.. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then guess what... the mcs were talking right... they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mc1:hmmm... i wonder which planet is next to perform...&lt;br /&gt;mc2: wow.. im wondering too.. so which one do u think it is??&lt;br /&gt;mc1: hmmm... i think the next planet is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LAME DRUMROLL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mc 1 &amp; 2: ASTEROID!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.. WTF? WTF IS THAT PLANET???  THERES SOME PLANET LIKE THAT? like wtf?? IS THAT NEW OR SOMETHING??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when the whole "show" was over, we were like waiting to talk to my brother.. guess what the bloody mc said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thank you for joining us in our finale... PARENTS U MAY ALL LEAVE.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARK U MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was the most idiotic orientation ive ever gone to in my whole life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after all the frustration and the rotting at home has happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM STILL HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess u know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOO!! =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-3876798837290720145?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3876798837290720145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=3876798837290720145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3876798837290720145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3876798837290720145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-lately-ive-been-rotting-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-3068451760980688400</id><published>2007-01-03T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:01:02.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa... damn tired today... that means my day today is damn fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up damn early today because i bumped my damn bloody ingrown nail against the damn bedpost *WHATS WITH THE WORD DAMN AND ME TODAY? DAMN...*.. around 6 .. just in time to see my brother go off for school... OMG CSS I MISS U A LOT.. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went on a karaoke session with mr pioneer and myself together with uncle philips.. my mom said my voice was too stiff/fierce and wanted me to make it soft. im sorry mom. im that manly. wait i'll learn how to be gay soon. oh wait. i already am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, had a kbox session with fy and tim.. i was late! sorry guys... i lied to tim too... LOL... and i forgot to tell him i was lying.. so tim, now u know.. i wasnt late because i woke up late... i was late because i din wake up late.. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man... singing with them was damn fun... i think its really damn cool.. we were like shouting on the mic... maybe the pple in jec could hear us from maybe even the parking lot or something.. really damn loud... hahaha... enjoyed sing THE FARMER ON THE DELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the farmer on the dell...&lt;br /&gt;the farmer takes a wife...&lt;br /&gt;the wife takes a kid... *SOUNDS WEIRD??*&lt;br /&gt;the kid takes a nurse... *SOUNDS WEIRDER???*&lt;br /&gt;the nurse takes a dog *OMG THIS IS SO WEIRD!!*&lt;br /&gt;the dog takes a cat *LOLOLOL WHY DOES THIS SOUND EVEN WEIRDER??*&lt;br /&gt;the cat takes a rat... *LOLOL...*&lt;br /&gt;the rat takes a cheese...*haha.*&lt;br /&gt;the cheese stands alone... *OH NI MEI REN YAO SIA... LOLOLOLOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so maybe u all dun understand but WHO CARES ANYWAY THIS IS MY BLOG. BLEAHZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!! FY!! CALIFORNICATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SOFT**RN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fy, i hoped i helped. my comments are bullshitty. but i hope i helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. after that watched "night at the museum".. i think that show is a superelwinated show can? its like damn kao bei... LOLOL... pple who havent watched yet go watch... THEN U WILL SEE ELWIN EVERYWHERE IN THE SHOW.. not that u see a lot of curly hair walking around... but ya.. u get my point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally know who i am today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am cedric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am 19 years old this year, not like what my profile says, which says seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fat, really fat, and i am ashamed and proud of it most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think being fat is cool because i can laugh at all my fat jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think being fat is not cool because im not thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am kao bei at times, sometimes very kao bei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times when im not kao bei are the times im very kao bei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my jokes are lame. i dunno why pple call them lame since they dun have legs to start with anyway.they just call it lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again my jokes have memories attached to them, which kind of makes them memorable. i guess thats whats unique about my joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the kind of person that will tell someone else something bad and get away with it scot free because the person i say it to will laugh instead of getting irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kidding 90% of the time. 9% of the time im eating. the other 1% im mature. dun wonder why 90% of the time im kidding and not eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a reliable friend when it comes to problems. however dun rely on me to post the pics i took because im lazy to resize. maybe they will be displayed here. eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always late and rarely on time. yes the phrase "rarely on time" is redundant but i type it anyway. oh, when i do meet pple on time, pls buy toto on that day. ur chances of winning are doubled and then halved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like a lot of bling blings. my aim one day is to be a walking human *OR PIG, WHICHEVER MAKES U HAPPY* christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like a lot of bags too. for some unknown reason i just do. dun be irritating and ask me why i like bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guns interest me too. i think they look cool. DUN START ASKING ME WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not an active guy, nor am i a passive guy. i am a manly guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im a laid back person. some can call me slacker. a professional one at that. i dunno where it will bring me one day but i seriously am a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a slacker has affected my choice of perfume. i like musk and not cologne. it gives me a laid back feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to sing. i sing a lot. i sing to like. i to like sing. sing to like i. to i like sing. the point is, i like to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother ask me shutup when i sing or sing when the airplane pass over my house. i sing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like orange juice. it tastes nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like chocolate too. it tastes nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like sound systems. they taste nice. NONONO. i mean, i just like sound. i am an audiophile or a wannabe-audiophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of other things that makes me me. but it will take me forever to write them all down. these traits are not even of one person. if i continue i still have like 49 more pple to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is, i am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am cedric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-3068451760980688400?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3068451760980688400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=3068451760980688400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3068451760980688400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3068451760980688400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-3414673829669243711</id><published>2007-01-03T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:31:30.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CANNOT BREAK MY RESOLUTION NO 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can somebody tell my mom that kbox is not  something like party world ktv??&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell her that it doesnt cost a bloody $100 just to go in?&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell her that i dun drink beer outside?&lt;br /&gt;probably she thinks i drink beer when im outside and she's not looking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell her that im rotting away at home?&lt;br /&gt;can somebody do me a favour and tell her that i need to breathe fresh air and not the smell of expiring air in my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell her that the o levels is finished and i wanna have fun outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can somebody pls tell her that im really trying very very hard not to break my resolution no 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell her that the only way for me not to break it is to restrain myself to expressing what i had wanted to tell her by showing it on my face and talking to some strange dog thats named ueki in my room??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can somebody pls ask her to appreciate what im trying to do and not keep on finding fault with my face when it twitches when something between us doesnt go smoothly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell is it that whenever i try to salvage something or do something good she doesnt get to appreciate whatever the hell im doing and instead degrades whatever it is that im trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because of the generation gap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because im just a black sheep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun get it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm ced.. u can do it.. i just know u can... PERSEVERANCE IS KEY!! GET BACK UR MOTHER'S TRUST!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-3414673829669243711?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3414673829669243711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=3414673829669243711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3414673829669243711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/3414673829669243711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cannot-break-my-resolution-no-7.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-6077392231545406606</id><published>2007-01-02T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:30:50.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school reopens tmr... BUT NOT FOR ME!! BLEAHZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow that BLEAHZ!! i just put is kinda something like a half truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, i'll be happy sleeping at home or playing basketball and stuff.. but then again, thats the thing!! i'll be staying at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while everyone else is meeting new friends, i'll be spending time with my other 49 friends for the whole day. i kinda miss the feeling of making new friends. must have been a damn long time since i did that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi my name is cedric and im fat! what about u?" lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of pple are having like school blues right now.. i seriously dun get why they are experiencing this.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, im really jealous of pple going for the first 3 months.. they get to meet new friends and immerse themselves in a new environment.. i think its damn cool.. not mentioning how many "NICE" pple there are in jc.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my brother's going to sec school tmr... he's currently packing his bag.. and im damn jealous of him... i miss packing my bag at night before a school day *WAIT DID I DO THAT IN SEC SCHOOL???*.. i miss taking the bus in the morning and sleeping in it while the air from the aircon SLAPS my face... i miss walking to school and seeing other pple running to it while i wondered why... and before i knew why, i just knew that id be serving detention on that day *OK SO MOST DETENTION SESSIONS I PONNED...* i miss suaning teachers all day, not mentioning classmates like timphant, bamboo girl, gay guy, crooked jaw, simon liu, smurf and helmet girl... and a lot of others... frankly speaking, CSS I MISS U A WHOLE LOT... =(( *u wondering why the smilee got 2 mouths right... tell u wad.. the last mouth is not a mouth.. thats the second chin...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then comes the whole lot of stuff that i dun understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how come my room gets damn dusty minutes after i just cleaned it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how come i dun get thinner? *FARK U LA DUN LAUGH LOL.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, who am i? i look at my face in the mirror and then my birth cert and ez link card.. i know im cedric.. but then again, who am i really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-6077392231545406606?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6077392231545406606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=6077392231545406606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/6077392231545406606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/6077392231545406606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow_02.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-5868924034094204712</id><published>2007-01-02T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:02:42.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK... SO CAN ANYONE TELL ME A VERY VERY SMART WAY TO RESIZE PICS?? I MEAN RESIZING A LOT OF PICS IN ONE GO AND NOT MANUALLY... MY HANDS ARE GONNA DIE... MY PRECIOUS HANDS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-5868924034094204712?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5868924034094204712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=5868924034094204712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/5868924034094204712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/5868924034094204712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-116760014535006777</id><published>2007-01-01T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T05:22:25.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so im like lying on my bed in the middle of the last night of 2006 (or first morning of 2007, whichever makes u happy) with my eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe this happened.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. maybe im just sleep walking.. i think im not.. but just... maybe i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just accidentally bumped my head against my bedpost so i think im wide awake. and i still cant believe this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of this entry in the wee hours of the day? nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant believe it. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-116760014535006777?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116760014535006777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=116760014535006777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116760014535006777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116760014535006777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-im-like-lying-on-my-bed-in-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-116758911296570835</id><published>2007-01-01T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:18:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol... ok... so i think there is something wrong with the date on my blog... hmmm.. weird.. or maybe i got short term memory loss... or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i think this year is damn fulfilling... not to my stomach but ya... kinda cool eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was about to rot at home... and uh... nothing much happened... going out tmr to have some food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so really, good stuff come to those who wait... i realized that today only... finally waiting paid off.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo!&lt;br /&gt;seriously, thanx a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun think today is the wrong day to pick... just next year only wad... then we go out on the new year's eves to come lor... easy answer to an easy question? haha... as i said i got that much confidence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll wait till u catch up to my level? im on the one that says "loving you..".. haha.. LAME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im hoping he forgets whatever u just told him. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-116758911296570835?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116758911296570835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=116758911296570835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116758911296570835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116758911296570835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/lol_31.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-116753292057667748</id><published>2006-12-31T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:42:00.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... so i tagged along with sm to visit ali yest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda hurts to like see ali that way... she's usually cheerful and very kao bei... but then yesterday she seemed so weak... but its good to know that shes on the road to recovery... and i heard she might be gaining weight.. goodbye my stick friend... HELLO MY FAT STICK FRIEND... =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we talked about a lot of stuff... uh, sm bought ali chocs and i brought her fruits... and then stupid joel said he was coming but then he din come at all.. so we went straight to sgh right... and then on the way to the ward right.. we saw this dustbin... AND THEN... my stupidmindedness kicked in... yet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like "whoa! sm! look! the dustbin is floating!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sm was like LOOKING AROUND LIKE AMAZED... LIKE SHE SAW SOME R2D2 FROM STAR WARS.. "OMG OMG!!! ITS REALLY FLOATING!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the dustbin was stuck to a stick... and the stick was behind it so it wasnt visible... until one kneels down and spots it... LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. to ali's friends young and old, girl or boy, gay ot les, fat or thin, pls visit her if u have the time at sgh... she is at blk 7, ward 76, room 20, bed 3. kk? ty all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... i went shopping for groceries with my mom just now.. apparently, salesladies here arent much fun to con...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr starts the new year, so we went to buy a cake... we noticed it was a birthday cake so we were prepared to say "10" when asked how old the celebrant is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went there and asked, "im sorry, how much is this?" *POINTS TO THE CAKE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the the saleslady's like "uhm, shi si kuai.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then im like "could u give me one pls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she's like "ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited for the cake to be wrapped... and then.. THE TIME FINALLY CAME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she said "how old?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like "110?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she's like "sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i say "ya.. 110... my grandma.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess how many free candles i have right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo. gomenasai neh... i din really think about what would happen if i did that. maybe i just din think it through enough? sorry to put u through this. i was... just... curious? maybe it's possible? gomen gomen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-116753292057667748?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116753292057667748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=116753292057667748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116753292057667748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116753292057667748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-116732724244964570</id><published>2006-12-29T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:34:02.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. suddenly i think i failed... somehow.. heh... wait and see.. wait and see.. but then again... tsk tsk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-116732724244964570?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116732724244964570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=116732724244964570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116732724244964570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116732724244964570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-116730534781149355</id><published>2006-12-28T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:29:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i slept for 15 hours today... not bad for a bear hibernation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... eventful day yesterday... i had a hell of a time sleeping the night before since i was excited.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a lot of games yesterday.. yes yes for fairness' sake i shall admit the sec 4s cheated in one game... one game only.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id like to take this opportunity to thank all the pple who made yesterday a memorable event. thank u choircom for organising the farewell. i know it was hard to do so since it was in a new school and many facilities could not be used.. so thanx for making the huge effort. and to the pple who attended, the sec 4s, the FORMER sec 4s *haha*, and most of all the whole choir. without u pple the farewell wun be that memorable. and im sorry to the choir juniors i have. i din prepare anything for u all. lol. thanx for the gifts though. theyre on display right now. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the farewell was really great, i just dunno why. it felt different from the previous 2 farewells that we had. was it because of the new environment that we were in? was the feeling different because no memories were attached to the new music room where the farewell was held? or was it because the games section was missing? i dun really know. but somehow, there was this feeling of being incomplete. im not saying the farewell isnt good, it is. i really feel that way. but there is this feeling of u know.. that "hey, im missing something here" feeling.. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the farewell i had to go somewhere. and let me tell u that somewhere was damn cool. sleepy as i was, i was still awed by that darn place. it's so cool. i think im gonna renovate my room *SOMEDAY* just to be like that. relaxing... suits my "laid back" *actually the correct word is SLACKER* attitude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey vanilla, congrats about last night. though i think u were having difficulty singing the song, diff from usual. lol.. hope i can be there the next time ur gonna do what ur gonna do.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sian. so yesterday i gave what i had to. waiting period now. i hate this. not that i hate waiting. i just hate the feeling waiting sometimes gives.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAW OF UEKI RULES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-116730534781149355?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116730534781149355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=116730534781149355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116730534781149355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116730534781149355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-so-i-slept-for-15-hours-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-116706321153658689</id><published>2006-12-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:13:31.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa. ok. so back from a long hiatus. more like a coma i guess. well, here i am. after trying to figure out my username and pw. yes i din get to blog because of one stupid reason. i forgot everything that has something to do with my acct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a lot of things to talk about *DUH*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my philippines trip wasnt very fruitful. for one i missed out on a lot of stuff, like my class chalet and my pri school class outing. sucks right. u bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second of all, i din get to do anything there except shop. needed to entertain all my relatives. i think its f-ed up. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only brought some stuff from over there to some pple and not all due to financial problems and shortage of funds. LOL. so sorry if i forgot to put u on my list. my bad. let me kiss u then. *PUI*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;philippines trip is seriously damn sian. i missed a lot of pple. can u imagine? i got no one to suan over there? and everyone is suaning me because of singlish? *NOT BECAUSE IM FAT DUMBASS. IM NORMAL THERE* then right, i crack joke no one laugh just because i end my sentence with like "so dumb la". they dunno what the "la" is. sian. cannot blame them. but, seriously, its sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only fun part was to con salesladies when i go shopping. i think its damn cool. once i went shopping with my mom. and she was buying lingerie *WAD EVERY MOM OSO NEED TO BUY WAD DUN TELL ME URS DUN BUY ONE HOR*. i felt crappy so i picked up one panty with a pikachu on the butt and another with polkadots, raised both, one in each hand and called a saleslady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IN MY DEEPEST, LOUDEST AND MOST MASCULINE VOICE* "miss, excuse me, which one seems nicer? the pikachu or the polkadots?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she's like "uh, sir, i think the pikachu. ur girlfriend is cute right? polkadots is something for more mature pple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then im like "i dun have a girlfriend.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she's like "then who is it for then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then im like "ya they're for me. im more mature. do u think polkadots suit me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. okok not funny. but wad to do. i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on the last day of the trip, at the airport gate, they announced "passengers with small children and babies, pls board the plane first. i repeat, passengers...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my family boarded the plane first, as we had a child. not that he was very small, he's 3/4 my size, but still he is a child. so we were let in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before we went in, my stupidmindedness kicked in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked the stewardess "miss, sorry, did the announcement just state that passengers with babies may board the plane first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes sir, it certainly did"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*POINTS TO MY BROTHER* "uh, this baby can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. she was gracious enough to laugh at my cold joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so when i came back i felt groggy and missed out on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently rotting at home with nothing to do while everyone has jobs. now i can go out but i still cant. not that my mom is stopping me. its my pocket thats doing so now. I GOT NO MONEY. PLS DONATE TO THE "HELP CEDRIC GO OUT FUND" ... and help CEDRIC go out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. serious now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom once told me that i lack human empathy. i lack the ability to be sensitive towards other pple and adapt to their needs while understanding the circumstances theyre in. in other words, my mom once said im insensitive. again she told me i was. and now that i reflect on it. ya i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dun get it. how come everytime i try to think of other pple and what theyre experiencing, i seem to be more of a burden than a helping hand? i dont notice it, but im being a burden to others right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also dun get why most of the pple i meet, especially those in the streets, like those flyer distributors, get really pressured and stressed when i talk to them. is it my face? the way i dress? do i have BO? whats so unpleasant with me that others become really tense, friends or strangers, when i spend time, no matter how long, with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im losing it. ive been thinking about this for quite some time now. i think its going to drive me nuts. on the lighter side, ive been smelling my armpits from time to time today and found no smell in them that is categorized as BO. so its not my scent or smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reflection in the mirror hasnt said anything yet, except that he's hungry that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with all these problems of mine arising, im still thankful that some things never change. or hasnt changed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to thank the gunbound pple for playing gunbound with me. u all dunno but when i play i forget some of my problems for a while. thanx all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my cheerful and everjoking disposition. thank u. i have u to fall back on in times of depression and failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about failure. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope i dun fail. im risking my all in this. i dun wanna ruin the festive mood. i just dun wanna have regrets. at least i plucked enough courage to get it going and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-116706321153658689?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116706321153658689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=116706321153658689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116706321153658689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/116706321153658689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-115166712580949734</id><published>2006-06-30T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:32:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. kat, im sorry for flaring at u and im gonna give the excuse that i only had 2 hrs of sleep, i was very tired and i just came back from vjc. its not just an excuse but a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, from what u said. to me its not just some dsa. ur words really hit me very hard. its like im going for a hellhole. i know ur very concerned and i know i shouldnt have said "my life not yours my choice". so again i apologise. yeah. dsa is gonna be hard. like im gonna be looked down upon by a lot off pple there in the worst case scenario, i might be labelled as a cheater because i din get in by the normal o level point system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck. im willing to take all those in. i go there because i like the choir. if there would be anything my life would revolve around, that would be choir. its been a dream to get there. since i dunno when. get this: dsa is a lifeline to me. u can get to whichever jc u wan through ur studies; im not as smart as u. all i know is to sing and sing. that i must admit. i apologise for not being able to tell u this in the short time we talked this afternoon as i was very frustrated. i was blinded by it and i couldnt see that u were just concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, unlike what u said, im not gonna pressurize myself in there. i know quite a bit of pple over there, some i dun remember meeting even. dun get me wrong; im not bragging. my point is i think i will fit in there; not pressurize myself to fit in there. if u were talking about my studies over there if i got in, u'd be right. but if u were talking about choir, id rather u said something more indefinite. thats what angered me and cause me to flare at u. again i apologise for the unnecessary behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get this straight. pple keep on asking u if u and i are together. lets answer them here. no we are not. somehow or another we seem very close but we really are just good friends. if ever we get together i'd inform u all. but as of now we are good friends and im treating her as a female platonic friend. she is someone that knows my secrets and in return i know some of hers too. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if pple ask u about why ur not going for dsa when "cedric tan" is going, pls, just answer them and tell em u dun have to go if i go. everyone's got a choice. im sorry if they keep on asking u that. i hope the paragraph above has clarified every little doubt or stupid incredible thoughts the others have about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pls, i dunno if its u or the pple who have asked u, but i dunno why im made into like some personality that others must follow. i am just a normal person and im not asking anyone to follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i know i told u that i wanna go to acjc. but the reason i only slept 2 hours the previous night was not because i was excited but i was considering whether i should go on my own to acjc or by dsa to vjc. its indeed very stupid, as the factor affecting my choice of jc is not academic results but the school choir performance. i wanna know how good they are and how friendly and spontaneous the pple are over there. the reason i went for the dsa was initially to see for myself how the choir was over there, since i heard from a lot of pple that the acjc choir was stressful and does not have a very warm family-like relationship. i went there, i saw what i was looking for, and im clinging on to it. im sorry for being very fickle minded for the past few days. i just made the decision myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope ive clarified everything over here. i dun like the feeling of friends being angry or frustrated at me, especially good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-115166712580949734?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115166712580949734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=115166712580949734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/115166712580949734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/115166712580949734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-115009686535436908</id><published>2006-06-12T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:39:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so lets start off with apologies? haha.. i din get to get pple presents or even go to their birthday parties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lemme start off with angeline*DEVILYN HAHAHAHA*.. im really very extremely sorry to the max that i din get to go to ur birthday party.. i think i was born under a star the prevents me from having fun with friends.. hope u liked the gift that i fractionally bought.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second on my list of APOLOGIZEES *THE HECK IS THAT WORD? HMMM...* is amanda ong.. *SHE TOLD ME THAT BANGLADESH IN CHINESE IS "WO DE ZU GUO" grrrrr..* i din get to go to ur bday party too! *CURSE BUKIT BATOK* so sorry i still havent got u ur present.. im currently having -$20 in my wallet now.. lets buy u one when school reopens but lemme save first ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd on my list is not an APOLOGIZEE *CAN SOMEONE FIND OUT WHAT THE PPLE U ARE APOLOGIZING TO CALLED?* but an SPCA ESCAPEE.. okok.. sorry kat.. i din realize that ur email got ur bday.. hahaha im dumb. wad to do... so ya.. will get you a present when school reopens ya? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last is jerlyn? i din get to greet u happy bday? haha.. im so sorry.. but i heard from the SPCA ESCAPEE that u all had a wonderful time together *WHATEVER THE HELL U ALL DID I DUN WANNA KNOW HAHA (jkjk) * so.. actually got no link but ya.. im so very sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else i missed? eh? how come all girls? lets create a guy.. gimme a guy's name.. how bout.. uh.. PRAKANEH? okok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but certainly not least is my friend PRAKANEH who only exists in my world *IM NOT GAY*.. i actually forgot that ur bday was on may 54th.. im very very sorry.. i promise to buy u one way tickets to u know where? ya? happy holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh hum. ok.&lt;br /&gt;-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so 2 pple jealous that i blog about ali.. one is joel the other is ms china universe simeng.. anyway.. im blogging about them to fulfill their ultimate desires *WHICH IS TO BE SEEN IN MY BLOG.. I DUNNO WHATS TO FUN ABOUT THAT..*.. so.. here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my g*y *THE STAR IN THE G*Y? YA? ITS UP TO U WHETHER TO PUT IN AN "A" OR A "U"...* partner joel wants me to blog about him.. what to tell u all.. hmmm.. first of all he is the respected *IM NOT SARCASTIC* section leader *SOMEHOW THE INITIALS OF "SL" HAS SOME RING TO IT.. HMMM.. LEMME FIGURE THAT OUT..* of the CSS Choir last year.. and he had another prestigious post *HAHA* of being the PUNISHER... u know what the PUNISHER does? HE PUNISHES. *DUH.* lol. okok not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, joel my g*y partner has been asking me out *NONONO NOT DATE* to kbox sessions.. although he knows that that place is hell for me because i'd be wasting like $10 staring at the tv with jay chou or jolin tsai jiggling and jumping around, accompanied by blue words (sometimes red or if ur lucky, green) popping about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. ok.. so joel my g*y partner is actually a cool g*y.. he'd be there when u need him (according to my observations) and actually makes pple laugh in the face of adversity.. (joel my g*y partner, remember that time we were discussing about choir teachers? haha.. nice analogy..) SO IF UR FRIENDLESS I SUGGEST U GET A *~*##~JOEL G*Y PARTNER~##*~* RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. this one is for my granddaughter MS CHINA UNIVERSE simeng.. she also asked me to blog about her *BU YAO LIAN..* okok im kidding about the bu yao lian.. let me tell u all stuff about her.. first off, she might be taller and younger than me but her mentality is way younger than mine *MINE IS 10 YRS OLD* she keeps jumping around and saying "BOO!" to pple.. did u all know that she's from china? i bet u din.. oh ya.. her english name is OCEAN.. i dunno whats the link between OCEAN and SI MENG (dead dream).. she sits beside timothy in class.. why do i put this sentence here? i dunno.. for fun? because timothy sits beside her in class? for an elephant and a cow, they really mix well together.. maybe singapore will be the hub of biotechnology and genetic engineering when in the next 10 yrs, we will see their offsrping called OCEANONIS, the ELEPHOW... or maybe MUNHIYANDHI, the COWPHANT.. whatever.. who knows anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. OCEAN and ali formed once country called MENGALI.. the pple are called MENGALIANS (meng- gal- iens). *HEY, CHI FAN LE MA? BU RAN, LET'S GO MCDONALD'S.* &lt;--------- no link -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-&lt;br /&gt; [random thoughts?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yay. welcome to random thoughts section. where i put all my.. u guessed it.. random thoughts.. *DUH* -__-''' somehow i think im growing *NOT SIDEWAYS U BASTARD I ALREADY KNOW THAT*..i mean more maturely? anyway u just cant see it because its hidden under a pile of childishness.. so ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was watching anime and then i heard something like "pple fight to protect". i mean.. i din ask myself that before.. i din know why pple were fighting.. maybe they just like brawls? maybe they.. i dunno.. never thought of reasons they fight.. but now come to think of it.. they fight because they wanna protect.. either their pride, their desire, someone important.. so anyway.. my point is.. small fights are called fights.. medium fights are called battles.. fights on larger scales are called wars.. i mean they're all fights right? so pple fighting in there somehow or another got something to protect.. but what the heck is bush protecting? ?_?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [random thoughts no 2?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; someone asked me once how come hatred exists... hmmm.. and i thought to myself "wow.. what a chim question.. what the hell was this person thinking asking a dumbstick like me that kind of question.." so anyway.. i will try my best to answer that question? okok.. so why does hatred exist anyway? hatred's one of the main fuels to fights, besides money *ANYONE WHO'S READING THIS PART AND DECIDES TO ASK ME HOW COME MONEY EXISTS GO BANG UR HEAD ON THE WALL* if u ask me.. i would say.. its the same question as why mosquitoes exist.. its like to accentuate love.. because to me "love" and "hate" are very subjective words.. when u say "i love u" to a person, there's a degree to it...its like ur comparing how u feel to that person to other pple around u.. so to me, hatred is a form or basis of comparison to how u feel, with relevance to "love". thats the reason why it exists.. to distinguish what love is.. to actually know what it is? coz if u think about it how would u know u love someone if u din know what hatred meant? everyone around u would be in the same category of u loving them although in varying degrees? haha.. something like that? i hope i did answer ur question? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; today miss lim left.. i felt as though choir just lost its mom.. its like.. if there is anything holding the choir together besides the com (i know u all trying hard.. just persevere ok? everything will go your way once u do =) ), it will be ms lim.. when i was in the com she was the one thats like.. i dunno how to say but she's the one we find (or wanna find) when something arises that we cant really solve? ya.. and uh.. i will really miss the funny antics that she does.. come to think of it although i find them kinda lame, i feel really.. how do u say that.. i feel as though i belong in the school? coz.. i finally meet someone older than me that somehow have spasms that transform her mentality to 10 yrs younger than mine? (mine's 6 by the way.. i think..) no offense man.. but thats what makes ms lim right? thats one of the reasons she will be greatly missed.. if any of u guys know where she' gonna teach next if she ever does, pls tell me.. im a fan of pple with the courage to bare her soul to more than a hundred pple at one go.. and im also a loyal supporter of pple who struggle and persevere under great and extreme amounts of pressure in the most difficult of times, and seem as though nothing is happening.. (i really din know that THAT happened to her.. until someone told me like i think i few months ago so ya..) so if anyone knows, pls tell me ya? i'd like to visit her once in a while.. anyone wanna go? =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-115009686535436908?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115009686535436908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=115009686535436908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/115009686535436908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/115009686535436908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-lets-start-off-with-apologies-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-114939790395454732</id><published>2006-06-04T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:44:15.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okok.. my beloved ali *PUI* has been bugging me to blog about her *THICK SKINNED*.. i meant update my blog.. so.. here we are.. im finally updating.. like after a month or so? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see... i will blog one whole paragraph about ali.. i dunno where to start with.. hmmm.. what to tell u all that u all dunno about ali.. lemme see... she says she's cute.. *NONE OF MY 50 PEOPLE AGREE WITH THAT* uhm.. ok end of paragraph! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. kidding only.. she very good fren.. actually bugging me to slim down.. which is what im trying to do.. so now i call her my FATS MANAGER.. i think she wanna embezzle some funds from the CEDRIC COMPANY.. coz the currency is in FATS.. okok im lame.. so what u wanna do about it.. haha smile smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched this programme on channel 5.. i forgot the title.. but the episode i watched is about this man having extramarital affair.. the man finally realize *LIKE IS HE DUMB OR WAD.* that what he was doing was wrong.. so he decided to leave the woman.. but the woman still desperately wanna cling on to the man till she commit suicide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am writing this? like maybe pple who are reading this are thinking "what the hell has that got to do with me?" *I MEAN YA REALLY NOTHNIG I THINK OF SOMETHING CANNOT AR?* my point is, when its time to let go, let go.. sometimes pple think that some things are very difficult to let go of.. actually not true la.. as long as ur willing and have friends that back u up.. that'll do.. it will pass by la.. when its time to move on, just move on.. its just a passing stage in ur life.. if u dun let go u'll be forever stuck in that so-called world of yours while all the pple around u all move on liao.. anyway if u dun let go, u'll dig ur own grave too.. like what happened to the woman.. she desperately wanted to cling on to the man.. and she STUPIDLY decided to commit suicide and haunt the man... *SHIT WHATS THE NAME OF THE PROGRAMME? NOT TRUE FILES RIGHT??* when its time to let go, just release ur grip, open ur palms and let it all fly away.. if its really yours then no matter how u shake it off it'll stick to u. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amithabha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i found this song on naruto.. like.. it was sang by someone that sounds like a singapore idol reject.. but has a catchy tune.. i think its the song for me.. hehe.. *I DUNNO WHY I PUT THIS HERE BUT YA... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-114939790395454732?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114939790395454732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=114939790395454732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/114939790395454732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/114939790395454732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-114270065710555328</id><published>2006-03-19T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:51:18.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa. sian to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was just normal, but when i thought about it, i shouldve gone over there. i dunno what that look meant.. but when i think about it now.. i dunno.. it just seems like.. asking me to go over there? damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta face my fears and  minus points one day. this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of finding out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;im scared of being made fun of.&lt;br /&gt;im scared of having no friends.&lt;br /&gt;im scared of pple finding out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;im not good at making friends.&lt;br /&gt;im even worse at maintaining contacts.&lt;br /&gt;im scared of pple getting bored when im with them.&lt;br /&gt;im not good at expressing how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;i waste opportunities given to me.&lt;br /&gt;im insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a bloke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-114270065710555328?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114270065710555328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=114270065710555328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/114270065710555328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/114270065710555328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/03/whoa_18.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-114259661918528129</id><published>2006-03-17T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:56:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa. this week so fooked up. lol. sorry for the long wait. i need to bitch. bears need to bitch too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first.. the not fooked up part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation was ok.. i was the gamemaster for beans.. my tag was like.. so cool.. u know why? u know that Creative MP3 player? that Vision : M? im the new production unit.. im the prototype.. the Cedric Quarter : M.. lol.. and i can get pple to say IM THE MOST HANDSOME MAN IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD without forcing them.. so cool right.. then after that got wad.. hai dai.. hahaha.. fun la the game.. but sadly no one play with me.. haha.. INTRODUCING THE LIPSTICK RULE.. HAHAHAHA... anyone who lost must be drawn on the face with the lipstick.. unless the person is a sec one, in which case he/she would be drawn on the hand.. haha.. cool.. then after that i applied the lipstick on myself.. I LOOKED SO SEXY.. lololol.. *eeeeww...* reuben if ur reading this u better not go to youtube and upload my geisha video.. LOLOL.. later u label as css sex scandal i'll be known as CEDRIC CSS.. haha.. AND MY SHOES ARE WET THANX TO 2 PPLE WHO AMBUSHED ME WHEN I CAME OUT OF THE TOILET.. HAHA.. NICE ONE! farewell u watch out.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. bitching time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. first. i dun care la. what the heck. how come when i "play" those mini 4wd everyone calls me childish? but how come when other old pple play, those older than me some more, i dun hear pple calling them that? maybe i just dun hear la.. but i think the pple calling me (or us for that reason) childish are the ignorant fools. its like, why childish? just because they see more children playing with their pathetically slow cars? if thats the reason why then u might as well say that using the computer is childish. because a lot of children using.. or if someone was to argue that its a necessity to use such stuff because of the changing times, then call playing basketball childish, since a lot of kids playing basketball.. or rearing fishes.. or just plain watching tv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone still persistently argues that children and adults use it for diff purposes, then i can argue the same thing. those children play for the sake of playing. we play because we really want to. we spend like hundreds of dollars just on one car, just to make it look nice and fast. believe it or not its a way to unleash ur creativity. u think its child's play? well its not. lots of things have to be taken into consideration just to make sure it doesnt go offtrack. like centre of gravity, weight balance, and speed settings. only dumb pple, and yes i said DUMB, are the ones calling us childish. i dun think they know how to appreciate these stuff. its never child's play. u need precise and accurate calculations and measurements to achieve a champion-standard car, not mentioning nimble fingers, hands of steel and a brain which doesnt stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second. how come when i leave something on, for example, the tv, and my mom catches me, she just scolds me for a long time, but when i catch her doing the same thing, I GET TICKED OFF INSTEAD and not the other way around? where the heck is the equality? LOL. its crazy la. what happened was this.i was having a break from studying, so i entered my mom's room. lo and behold!! I SAW HER SLEEPING IN FRONT OF THE TV... wow.. so then i woke her up and and i told her. u know what she said? she asked me to get out leh.. SHE WAS ACTUALLY PISSED OFF AT ME BECAUSE I CAUGHT HER DOING SOMETHING THAT I WOULD USUALLY DO. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. how come so unfair one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly... i have a lot of resentment building up in me today. css choir is a gold with honours choir. we actually worked out butts off just to get that status.. some may say for the school and all.. well.. partly la.. mostly for ourselves.. but the school still uses that gold with honours award to boast itself.. but now what kind of recognition do we get? we get treated like rubbish.. what 6 in 1 performance? thats so bullshit la..first they say wad, sing "over the rainbow".. ok so we practise.. then form 20 pple for "the lonesome road".. ok we form and then we practise.. in the end what happens? cut here cut there.. LONESOME ROAD SCRAP SOME MORE.. how irritating.. its like.. come on man.. we put in hours to practise that song la.. and for the lonesome group *im taking the name from another person..lolol.*,  its very very unfair.. why.. because its a waste of time mastering the song which in the end was scrapped just like that. and now wad, we're performing in that 2 hrs ++ concert for wad, 2 mins? and guess whats the best part. WE ACTUALLY HAVE TO COME SO EARLY IN THE MORNING TO REHEARSE THAT 2 MIN PART. thats so cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#@#@#@#@reply to tags@#@#@#@#&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;**can i dun reply? lolol.. so many.. i reply to tags from this time onwards ok?? =S**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-114259661918528129?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114259661918528129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=114259661918528129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/114259661918528129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/114259661918528129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/03/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-114079803814609781</id><published>2006-02-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:52:55.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week is crap. nothing but pure crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONDAY]&lt;br /&gt;darn common test. irritating. i actually knew how to do all the questions *or so i think* but i din have enough time to do it. i lose 5 marks automatically. i wonder how i will fare. i actually studied for this one. i hope i dun fail. gambatte to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got through second auditions for SPOD. amazingly with my crappiness and my "happy birthday sanitary pad" advertisment, i got in. ming gave me some paper with another presentation on it and guess what the band was: EPICA. yes. it was actually epica. i couldnt believe it myself either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TUESDAY]&lt;br /&gt;choir was fun. sang over the rainbow again. routine. damn warm. some things dun feel right. i think im losing my voice. or is it because of kbox. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got chosen for the 20 pple thing to sing acapella in the play or something like that. song's quite nice. The Lonesome Road. scary. must practise more than the other pple who are not selected. die. how the hell am i gonna study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WEDNESDAY]&lt;br /&gt;i forgot. dun ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh now i remember. wait lets put it there on friday so i can continually write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THURSDAY]&lt;br /&gt;i quit SPOD. i cant study with it in my mind and my mom saw it too. so i quit. wasted. someone else replacing me on the presentation on stage next monday. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed. i owe so much homework. and i needa do filing some more. came home quite late because of german classes*yes believe it or not i went*. did filing for geog. i slept only 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FRIDAY]&lt;br /&gt;came to school by cab. woke up late.. was all grumpy and grouchy till i reached the schoolgate. HAHAHAHAHA.. this one is cool.. THE NEW OM IS NICE.. HAHAHAHAHA... he's like.. "GOOD MORNING TO YOU!" lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. we are here. i was made to stay back today. because i owe a lot of homework. in the course of which i got a mental block and still couldnt do my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. wednesday's thing. some idiots think jasmine likes me. IDIOTS. i mean seriously. MORONS. i cant help but laugh to myself when i think about them. how can they misunderstand my relationship with jasmine. we cannot be in a bgr. u know why? mushrooms dun talk and marshmallows are soft. get it? if u dun then u r normal because what i wrote was pure nonsense. anyway. i wanna tell this to the pple who thought jasmine likes me or vice versa. pls go to the top of the mountain*most probably mount faber because u assclowns wun be so eager to go to any other mountain* and jump down from the peak. before u do attach ur shorts or undies to some nearby stick or put em under a rock. smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i do not get this. this is really crappy. im not complaining. i just find it funny. these are the names that i have accumulated so far from other pple:&lt;br /&gt;1) pig *assclowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) fats *morons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) teddy*?_?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) bear*o_0*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)TEDDYBEAR *-____-.. creative...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) tubbles *uh huh keep going..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) tubby *what language is this...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) grandpa *oh this is english..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) FATMAN!!! *self proclaimed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) MARSHMALLOWMAN!!! *again like 9*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) sePHIGloth *the ultimate evil of pigs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) da fan shu *is this big potato in chinese?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) dua kantang *i got hokkien name too..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) sista lily *yes in diff genders too*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) tata *genderless oso got..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) lollie *food oso... FOOD?!?!?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) suckerball *huh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) brother *hehe zq!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) fatty *from some person with thyroid disorder.. like me.. but the opposite..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) piggy-o *someone wants to make me look cute...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) bearbear *another variation.. endless they seem to be..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) KINGKONG *wow.. credit to night chicken for coming up with this.. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) mary *my female alterego who likes to wear miniskirts and make boats capsize*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) CEL-DRIC *this one fun.  from PLIM. go figure.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and amazingly, FRANCISON or CEDRIC or LICLICAN or TAN is not in that list. cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats 24 names.. im fifty pple.. so there are still 25 vacancies left *i din fail math.. i reserve one place for the name of CEDRIC..*.. anyone wanna name me some more? =DD pls feel free to call 1800-STICK-UR-FINGER-IN-UR-DARK-PLACE.. thats 1800-78425-87-346437-46-87-3275-75223.. -___-'' KIDDING YA? =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today friday. i feel empty *you must be thinking, "he so fat how can feel empty?" ASSCLOWN.*. i do not know why or how but i just feel there is something lacking in my day. depressing. hugs anyone? =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------0----------0----------0----------0----------|&lt;br /&gt;reply to tags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauwong&gt;&gt;&gt; u paedophile!! haha.. like to slap my thigh.. try this at home.. get a slab of meat *maybe from ntuc* and heat a bit.. around 37 degress celsius? LOLOLOL.. then slap.. same feeling as my thigh right? HAHAHA.. hee hee hee.. HAHAHAHAHA!! i told u liao! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanqi&gt;&gt;&gt; yes u called me KINGKONG... U LAUGH AT ME SOME MORE.. NEHNEH.. lolol.. come on la.. i give u privelage to call me honey and darling u dun wan.. come come i call u.. ASSCLOWN!! okok kidding.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaotjong&gt;&gt;&gt; wei.. pple encourage smiling one leh... i so kind i smile at u  u call me psycho.. ok lor.. i dun smile liao.. i stare.. and then moo.. ok? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!kung bushwoman&gt;&gt;&gt; if u r wondering who this is yes ali its u. i did say i love u to my mom. have u said " i love u " to ur mom? that would be amazing. pigs say it not really amazing.. u see.. we can make sounds.. an oink or a squeal of affection? lolol.. but for u it would be amazing.. wanna know why? it would be a miracle if u could SAY the three words to ur mom because toothpicks got no mouth and tongue. they cant make sounds. HAHAHAHA. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menggggg&gt;&gt;&gt; lol.. thanx la sun nu... lend me ur shoulder.. i wanna blow my nose.. HAHAHA.. LOLOL... how come ur "kidding" is spelt as "keeeeeeding"?? HAHAHA... u know how it sounds? i cant put here later govt sue me.. hahaha... "doooo ew no hau eet saunds?" hahahaha!! yup passed chem.. wun fail my math liao la! gambatte u! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinggg&gt;&gt;&gt; how come ur name in tag got multiple g? how come mengggggg oso? LOLOL.. thanx a lot ya? not girlie meh the pens? like i find them girly.. suddenly i like using pink everywhere.. okok.. work hard together!! im gonna start on my chem!! a1!!! woot!! hee hee im a nice person *blush*.. haha.. thanx ya? KAWAII NEH!! *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dione&gt;&gt;&gt; see? see?? this is what i mean.. amazingly no one calls me cedric. haha.. hallo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn&gt;&gt;&gt; lololol.. infest? what are u? intestinal worm? LOLOL.. link liao.. the new one some more... haha.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fygg&gt;&gt;&gt; i got reply leh.. see this? LOLOL.. i sms u then u sleep liao.. nehneh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babalaoda&gt;&gt;&gt; lolol.. i wun cry anymore.. cedric is a bigboy *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evonne&gt;&gt;&gt; what words do those stars form? hello? manly?shuai? wad? LOLOL.. nehninehnipoopoo i got this blogskin u don have.. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms chye&gt;&gt;&gt; of course ur proud of me. everyone is proud of me. =DD YUCKS. U DIN HAVE TO PUBLICLY SAY U GOT FATS ON UR BUTT.. wait.. *pple call me fats right? WAD? IM ON YOUR BUTT?? EWWWWW...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u've seen me before&gt;&gt;&gt; heh? where have i seen u before? i make u laugh? lolol.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angeline&gt;&gt;&gt; U DIN LEAVE UR BLOG ADDRESS!!!! lolol.. HIYEEE! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dina&gt;&gt;&gt; sadly yes... that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jac mom&gt;&gt;&gt; HEY MOMMY!!! U FINALLY CAME TO VISIT ME!!! SO HAPPY!! HOPE U DOING WELL IN JC YA? =DD TAKE CARE!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munmuns&gt;&gt;&gt; HAHAHA!! HEY!! lolol.. i ask u about adam khoo on monday ya? but ur relationship with ur mom good wad.. i dun think u cried.. haha.. U NEVER WATCH XIAO HAI BU BEN ER WITH ME AR.. WATCH WITH SOMEONE ELSE AR... =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim&gt;&gt;&gt; okok.. im honoured.. the extinct species of africa and the holy animal of india finally come my blog to tag.. hahahahaha!! take care!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauchia&gt;&gt;&gt; see see?? got update leh!! happy or not?? HAHAHA.. -___-'' got name list leh.. heh? why din i think of that? lolol.. names for all 50 pple in me!! haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-114079803814609781?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114079803814609781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=114079803814609781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/114079803814609781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/114079803814609781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-week-is-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113965742313243830</id><published>2006-02-11T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:35:12.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the most powerful pple are not the ones with weapons of mass destructions and money. the ones who are the scariest are the ones who make grown men cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. adam khoo workshop is great. really. made me understand a lot of things i din use to understand and made me think twice everytime i say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn man.. like wtsb.. yes ali i told my mom i love her a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOM I LOVE U A LOT. REALLY. IM NOT LYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and yes i cried. haha. i cried for being ostracized, left alone. when pple go out i thought they'd call me but when those set of what other pple call my "friends" ask me how come im not with them, i din tell them one thing. that when i myself asked one of them how come pang seh me right, this is what one of them said: "call u for wad? like u'll go". lol.. so like.. how the hell would u feel when that happens to u? wham in ur face man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried because i did a lot of stupid things i shouldnt have done. like answering back to my mom, ignoring what she said and worst of all, writing a 750++ blog entry which consists of 90% vulgarities and 10% conjunctions about my mom. damn man, i feel lousy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most important of all, i cried for myself. for looking down on myself even thought i know i had it all in me. for like what i said la, being ostracized, for being friendless. okok not friendless la. got a lot of friends. but the most i have are all fakes. like see u say hi then behind ur back will backstab u and bitch about how i look like or like how big i think i was because of what i said. well i din mean what i said in whichever context those "friends" thought they were in. but i cant force them to think what i think wad. like what gary said, choices have consequences. they have the power to choose. SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im investing in markers and a lot of colourful girlie-looking pens. lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sePHIGloth will still stay as my name to remind me of the pain some friends brought me and are still bringing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sista&gt;&gt;&gt; haharx!! lolol.. come come.. i must conquer ur name!! lolol.. wei yan.. wei yan.. wei yan.. i think its all wrong when i say it out.. HELP!! haha.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buttcrack&gt;&gt;&gt;dearest buttcrack. i havent been online for a long time. LOLOL.. come come i tag.. LOLOL.. take care la.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauchia&gt;&gt;&gt; lolol.. i din specify how big my wings were wad? HAHAH.. if they were as big as singapore leh how? LOLOL.. lolol.. did u just say im a pineapple tart or is that some poser? LOL.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinggg&gt;&gt;&gt; hahaha.. hallo!! the ultimate pig of evil speaking.. LOLOL.. okasa is not going to be happy because u like that red-haired guy.. LOLOL.. switch to our side!! lolol.. i dun have period.. most likely a full stop if u wanna call it at that. hahahahaha. -__-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;menggggg&gt;&gt;&gt; LOLOL.. how come dun have armpit??? come on man.. okok.. challenge u.. once u go to the roasted pork rice stall right*bastard butcher kill my friends*, u go there ask "uncle, can gimme the pig's armpit??" see if got.. hahahahaha... oh man.. u cried too right??? darn.. how come when i cry pple suan me one.. big guy= not tears ar? lolol.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&gt;&gt;&gt; oooh.. of course im evil. LOLOL.. sePHIGloth is evil. never see u nowadays leh.. take care!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiyi&gt;&gt;&gt; ms chye, u r one evil person. HAHAH.. hope ur bed grows some teeth and bite ur butt when u sleep. HAHAHAH.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jassypoo&gt;&gt;&gt; heh? why u not at the adam khoo the last day ar? damn man.. u missed out on a lot.. im gonna bet ur sick again.. take care woman! walking and talking mushrooms are all endangered. okok.. let me rephrase that. extinct. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauwong&gt;&gt;&gt; lolol.. my armpit hair? they were jogging at bukit panjang just now but i think they went to orchard to watch a horror movie. =DD hahaha.. why do u like slapping my thigh? LOLOL.. i know why.. ur a paedophile!!! LOLOLOL.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanqi&gt;&gt;&gt; nonono.. mary dun suit me.. u can like call me uhm.. lets see.. "darling" would be nice.. or maybe "honey".. ya.. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaotjong&gt;&gt;&gt; u?? scared?? for wad? i come at u then u run like that u win liao wad? LOLOLOLOL.. anyway was just kidding about the staring.. u stared back at me leh. that means u like staring at me too. pervert.. HAHAHAHAHAHA.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ali&gt;&gt;&gt;lolol.. yes i did but i din say like i love u la. i said this: "when pple ask me now, i can shamelesly and proudly say that i have the best to blessings in the world that not even a ferrari or a billion dollars would beat. i have a mother and a father."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113965742313243830?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113965742313243830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113965742313243830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113965742313243830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113965742313243830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/02/most-powerful-pple-are-not-ones-with.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113898353922261828</id><published>2006-02-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:21:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heh.. bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still left with a lot of work to do but somehow i dun feel like doing.. i think im havin my period.. this is bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepping down in a few months time.. come to think of it its already been 4 yrs.. let me tell u all a story of a pig finding out that he did not like to snort oink or squeal but sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day a pig got 246 for psle&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wondering how a pig got to take psle? i walked on my 2 hindlegs...*&lt;/span&gt;and got posted to commonwealth secondary school. and then that pig&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* lets call him sephigloth the one-winged pig*&lt;/span&gt; at first wanted to join ncc&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*yes. pigs in the army are weird. but sephigloth had a warped mind*&lt;/span&gt; but when he heard the choir sing, he thought they were nice for a change&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*all he heard from his hometown of town of iron pigs was snorting and oinking and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;squealing*&lt;/span&gt; and then started liking choir. but he had a problem. everyone called choir guys gay and pigs werent supposed to be gay&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*all gay pigs were either eaten as pork chop or bah gua*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sephigloth, confused, thought about it. he hasnt made up his mind&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*yes. pigs do think. someone tagged and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i forgot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who and said pigs were very smart.*&lt;/span&gt;till cca open house day. when he was passing by the choir booth, someone&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*kenneth ncb, and dun laugh at his name. he's a good guy.* &lt;/span&gt;said "zhao dao ni le!"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* "found u already" for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;non-mandarin speaking readers if i had any* &lt;/span&gt;and sephigloth started to run&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*or graze or crawl or whatever pigs do to move from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one place to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;another with 2 hind legs*&lt;/span&gt; away from him. and then this fit-fit guy called chen yenyu started to chase sephigloth&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*how cruel. tsk tsk. chase pig. someone call spca. -___-''*&lt;/span&gt; around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sephigloth ran. he ran like the wind&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* YES YES IM LYING U NEHNEHPOK. dun need to say it out loud*&lt;/span&gt; till he got cornered at the stairs at the field. and the he surrendered to the mr gst and went back to the booth to put his name down&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; admit that i was rather forced at that time*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*if u still can bear it*&lt;/span&gt; to the boring misadventures of [SePHIGloth: The One-Winged Pig!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------0----------0--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jassypoo&gt;&gt; why does ur name remind me of sh*t.. hmmm.. i wonder.. anyway.. nice of u to keep a pig company.. seriously.. im bored.. haha.. maybe i'll join u there at imh. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fy&gt;&gt; yes i can fly. i have even transformed my wings to be one. now im not UR PIG. im sePHIGloth! The One-Winged Pig! -____-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauwong&gt;&gt; lol. u make urself sound perverted ("my hands go out of control whenever i see u") HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. lol.. thanx anyway. haha.. update le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauchia&gt;&gt; let [ sePHIGloth: The One-Winged Pig!] make a few points:&lt;br /&gt;1)thanx.&lt;br /&gt;2)im not sad that u suck because everyone else sucks and if everyone else sucks u dun suck (everyone drinks some kind of packet drink right). LOL. nonsensical but u get the point&lt;br /&gt;3)if [sePHIGloth: The One-Winged Pig!] faints, no earthquake will happen coz he got wing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinggg&gt;&gt; not putting myself down but im just bored or depressed or whatever pple call it. lolol.. thanx! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babalaoda&gt;&gt; thanx for tagging although uhm.. i dun think u know what to say. HAHA! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113898353922261828?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113898353922261828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113898353922261828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113898353922261828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113898353922261828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/02/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113864346046841852</id><published>2006-01-31T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:04:42.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okok.. pls look at the entry dated 26th jan.. thats new btw.. but it was a draft. so ya. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell u all a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time i was rode a bus in jurong west that was called 243 and when i got onto it i had a shock that scared all the living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;*and non living, which means to say all u kuku*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; fats under my skin because i saw samantha sitting in the bus and now everyone should leave jurong west because if not u all will be like me perpetually eternally and timelesly fat because if u din know i could slim down before i saw sam but now i cannot so everyone should move out of jurong west because sam is there. okok. im kidding only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know what the heck ive been doing while u all(those who celebrate LUNAR new year)*i shall not put that 7-letter "c" word there because pple might think im being racist, but i really prefer to call it that but just that i cant put it here* go bai nian-ing here and there? ok.. lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was scratching my right armpit with my left hand while my right armpit was screaming because my left hand was tickling it however i was also pulling the hair on my right hand with my left armpit and yes i know ur wondering how the hell i do that but i myself dunno how i did it but at the same time my right foot was styling my hair on my head and at the same exact time my head was practising xiang long shi ba zhang which i learnt from a guy named qigong who was begging money from me on the street namely jurong road however that is not the point and by the way u did not tell me that i was digressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*u toopid nehneh* so continuing on our talk about what i was doing my left foot was digging my both nostrils at the same time but then they were tickled so both of them laughed and my left foot laughed too because it laughs whenever someone laughs and then simultaneously my left eye was practising jiu yin bai gu zhang and if ur wondering why my eye can practise a palm skill dun ask me ask qigong who taught me that and then i remembered that my right eye must keep on blinking because someone told me when i blink i will be very cute and when u r cute then u go mcdonald's they say u get free extra value meal which is worth 6 freaking bucks but that thought reminded me of being a slobby fat pig and if i eat some more i cannot fit into my newly bought yellow polkadotted 2-piece glow in the dark bikini by the end of this year so my right knee thought of playing basketball while my left knee thought of cycling at the same time and they could not get along so they walked off in their separate ways and tore me down below but before they did that i said i din wanna get torn there because i wanna be a father and not a fatter one day so they considered the thought and in the end they still went on with it but before they did it the second time i remembered they did not have the control over me but me over them so i did not allow them to walk to each's opposite direction and they are still stuck with me while im not torn. *pant pant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see.. so boring.. u all go bai nian so nice. im dying at home.. ok.. so... some kind soul called me a BULLHIT.. or whatever the spongebob that is.. i think its nice.. but i think im gonna be called PHAT cool.. LOLOL.. so.. ya.. thats all.. LOL.. and IM CUTER THAN ALI IN EACH AND EVERY WAY BECAUSE I BLINK MY EYES EVERY NOW ND THEN WHICH ATTRACTS HOUSEFLIES BUT U SHOULDNT KNOW ABOUT IT IF NOT U'LL THINK IM NOT CUTE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. saw 2 retards today at plaza sing.. 2 arses acting cute, carrying big mickey mouse and pooh soft toy everywhere they go and they talk to the soft toys while eating. WHAT THE SPONGEBOB. this is wrong folks. animals, alive or not, are not allowed in malls. ok. thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19944272-113864346046841852?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113864346046841852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113864346046841852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113864346046841852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113864346046841852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113854039905683591</id><published>2006-01-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:13:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is sad. i must be really ugly. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. thanx all for taking the poll. but i dun think im gonna do it anymore. i mean. im sad la. ya. not gonna do it anymore. wo fang qi liao. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im rotting at home..  while pple earn money. HOW SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113854039905683591?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113854039905683591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113854039905683591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113854039905683591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113854039905683591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113827644433927922</id><published>2006-01-26T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:19:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reply to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiyi&gt;&gt; haha.. being bitten by mosquitoes fun meh? LOLOL.. i dun like them.. they bit my butt once and i couldnt sit down for about a week. luckily school hols.. HAHAHA.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat&gt;&gt; where where? how come i cant see u? U BLUFF ME!!! hahaha... =DD grrr.. LOLOL.. what the heck kind of poll isthat? I DARE U TO WRITE THAT DOWN WHEN UR 21++ YRS OLD IN A NATIONAL ELECTION!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom&gt;&gt; hehe.. hallo mom.. long time no see.. or chat.. or talk.. take care!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim&gt;&gt; hello buttcrack!! haha.. long time no see liao la! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellise&gt;&gt; hahaha... wtsb.. padball.. im gonna run away once i see a red menstruated one.. LOLOL.. ewewewew... u all play la.. i refferee.. ahahaha.. to be exact im 50 pple in one.. thats why they dun let me vote in the upcoming elections.. LOLOL.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaotjong&gt;&gt; i tag liao leh.. got see or not? LOLOLOL.. hahhaa... yes yes ur nice la*vomits* HAHAHA.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;menggg&gt;&gt;ok.. this one must be big and bold.. so she can see i got REPLY HER TAG... haha!! where got? i got reply wad?!?!?! haha.. okok.. when u wanna go out? =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; so degrading.. i feel so sad. u compare my weight with apple.. irritating.. haha.. ur out to harm me! u lie..has anyone given u a hongbao with a note inside that says -$8? lol.. im gonna give that to u.. LOLOLOL.. =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babalaoda&gt;&gt; haha... long over but not forgotten.. once im reminded of it.. i wanna die.. haha.. thanx ya? =DD BAAAAAAHH... =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ali&gt;&gt; grrr.. yes.. i got three erhemerhem. one&gt;&gt;food two&gt;&gt;bahgua which is still food three&gt;&gt;food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellise&gt;&gt; yes.. so next time got voting session must bring me there ok? u shall get 50 votes in one go.. although only one name is put on the paper.. u sure win one!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat&gt;&gt; i cannot go geisha with u all because going geisha is only for women. LOL. if u haven't noticed, geisha ends with an "a". so ya. if guy, should be "geisho".. just like "maria" and "mario". LOLOL.. should be able to if its this week la.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&gt;&gt; look at my entry. thats my reply!! ahahahahaha..HAHHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinggg&gt;&gt;&gt; oink oink oink. snort snort.. oink oink.. *rolls on mud* snort snort oink oink SQUEAL!!! **uhm if u din understand that meant "gong xi fa cai"** LOLOL.. thanx for dropping by! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fygg&gt;&gt; dunno leh.. like.. im not sure... like i wanna do then dun wanna do... wo hum la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dina&gt;&gt; rolling 2.4 km no problem.. even 24 km oso can.. but running?? uhm.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauchia&gt;&gt; WOW. WOW. useful. LOLOL.. thanx for "voting", i mean voting, anyway! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meda&gt;&gt; who is she?? LOLOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim&gt;&gt; BUTTCRACK! the only good soul who wish me happy cny.. HAPPY CNY TO U TOO!! may u get many many hongbaos and not kill pigs to eat anymore!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauwong&gt;&gt; lolol.. maybe i should.. haha.. **by the way this thing is diff from what fygg and me are talking about** heh.. thanx for the compliment! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerald&gt;&gt; can i call u gerald? i like gerald. BUT NOT GERALDINE!! *points at u* HAHAHAHAHA.. ahem.. ok.. kidding.. thanx for tagging!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babalaoda&gt;&gt; how come u talk that way now? suddenly got that.. nvm.. i dunno what to call it.. like.. u know that sound.. uhm.. "like, totally!" LOL.. u get what i mean.. HAHAHA.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113827644433927922?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113827644433927922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113827644433927922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113827644433927922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113827644433927922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-tag-liao-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113827597978700606</id><published>2006-01-26T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:09:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow. really... u make my day... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad to do wad to do wad to do. should i or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll give it a try and lose some face.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad to do wad to do wad to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad to do wad to do wad to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. i take poll. pple reading pls vote. yes or no there at tagboard. HAHA.. i need help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.. wad to do wad to do wad to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give it a shot or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worth the try or should i just fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113827597978700606?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113827597978700606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113827597978700606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113827597978700606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113827597978700606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113818974564004340</id><published>2006-01-25T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:49:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;depressed.&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. should i or should i not? feng shui and mother say dun. i got feeling i should since i got nothing to lose but face and ive lost that a long time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;should i or should i not??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113818974564004340?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113818974564004340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113818974564004340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113818974564004340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113818974564004340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113786371722194006</id><published>2006-01-22T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:20:14.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is dumb. i feel dumb now. very very dumb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got tuition today.. then its like.. my tutor.. whoalao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they said tutor, i was like thinking.. 24 to 25.. quite strict.. then when i met HER.. v v funny.. okok.. she looks quite nice.. she looked very familiar.. then i was thinking.. oh yeah!!! "ive seen her in maple story before!!". seriously.. she looks like one of em... then she's not strict at all.. gentle actually.. and guess wad.. SHE IS AS OLD AS ME. IM SO SAD. I SIT BESIDE HER WHATEVER I POINT AT SHE OSO KNOW. THIS IS SAD.. SAD DAY FOR ME.. SHE MADE ME REALISE HOW DUMB I AM.. boohoo... but she's good.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. on the "heavier" side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come when i tell pple honest opinions like.. they dun believe? they think i suaning them or something? this is idiotic man.. like when i tell pple "i really think thats cool", they'll like go "laugh at me la" or something like that.. i mean.. thats what i really think ma.. its an honest comment..im not sarcastic or anything like that man.. i hope what they say when i tell honest comments is a joke.. but if not.. i think i should just shut up next time.. maybe ive been lying too much.. so much pple dun believe me anymore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113786371722194006?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113786371722194006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113786371722194006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113786371722194006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113786371722194006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113777653930872816</id><published>2006-01-21T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:14:18.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reply to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.O.S &gt;&gt; haha.. i already got curly hair.. just that its not on my head.. is that counted? =DD haha.. come la..&lt;br /&gt;                  cook me liao got pork curry liao ma.. HAHA.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanqi &gt;&gt; eh u finally tagged.. lolx.. call me kingkong some more.. i very sad liao leh.. =((( nv call me pig. HAHA.=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meda &gt;&gt; LAMER.. lolol.. but its u pple who spice up my life! =DD thanx! haha.. see glimmer? i bought sparklers leh.. wanna play? LOLOL.. -___-'' THANX! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thomas &gt;&gt; haha.. thanx bro! "O" got arse meh? how come its so round then i dun see a bump some more? =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMO &gt;&gt; sorry la.. not unhappy la.. i asking pple to tag only.. publicising ba.. LOLOL.. thanx for tagging anyway! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jassypoo &gt;&gt; whyu tag the name funny funny one.. LOLOL.. anyway.. thanx for being there yeah? thanx for taking time to like.. write a whole paragraph for me in ur blog!! =DD take care and drink lots of water yeah? haha.. this year is not the time to fall sick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booo &gt;&gt; lolol.. thanx.. but im a stupid pig! haha.. who u leh? haha.. sorry ar.. =S =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lau chia &gt;&gt; lolol.. might be only la.. i heard pple from band saying sec ones told them "we want to join choir not band" or something like that when auditioning for band.. lolol.. still got ray of hope ya? haha.. its ok that u added something there.. thanx for posting it for me ya? =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fy &gt;&gt; yes im phaaking vulgar.. was very angry.. i din even stop to think when i was blogging.. just anyhow whack.. guess thats what human, eh i mean pig, minds can do when we're angry. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D &gt;&gt; funny name u left there.. haha.. thanx for tagging.. and pls dun do this to ur mom.. its not worth it.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menggg &gt;&gt; heh? lolol.. how come u never tag in chinese? okok.. i shall try to refrain from suaning u.. okok? thanx ya? =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reu &gt;&gt; haha... i guess ur right.. see? bought me stuff now i feel guilty.. anyway..  thanx. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiyi &gt;&gt; yes i did. lol. no one to talk to early in the morning. actually miss all the pple who went to camp. like suddenly no one to crap with one. LOL.. thanx ya? haha.. hope u had fun in camp.. lolol.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim &gt;&gt; eeeyur.. scold me.. sorry la..w as very angry.. shall try to refrain from using vulgarity ya? =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellise &gt;&gt; haha!! thanx ya? U JEALOUS SHE NEVER POST FOR U. lololol... she kind la. post for pple. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ali &gt;&gt; thanx for crapping and posing as my mom. LOLOLOL. wtsb man. haha.. CRAPPER.. i only call u thinny when u call me fatty hor.. nehneh.. oops.. HAHAH.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113777653930872816?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113777653930872816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113777653930872816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113777653930872816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113777653930872816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanx-for-crapping-and-posing-as-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113777626183547038</id><published>2006-01-21T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:57:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant believe im actually feeling guilty for the things i wrote in the previous entry.. mom bought me a long-sleeve shirt&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*isnt it amazing how ur mom knows u so blardy well? like.. she bought a shirt and it can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actually fit me.. =DD*&lt;/span&gt;, a bag, new pair of dc shoes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*honestly, buying dc shoes is well value for money, like.. IT DOESNT CRSUH UNDER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MY WEIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHICH SHOE CAN DO THAT?? =DD*&lt;/span&gt;, and a chain. wow. thats so cool. and like. i feel really guilty now.. so.. here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM SORRY MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER MEANT TO HURT U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS FEELING ANGRY SO I WROTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIN WANNA TELL U FACE TO FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAT WOULDNT BE NICE IF I DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I WROTE IT IN MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND U STILL FOUND OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U KNOW ME SO WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGIVE PLS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so.. anyway.. went shopping today... after that came home watch anime.. somehow i always get reminded of that feeling when i watch anime.. every single time i hear the opening song.. i get that feeling.. of like.. being part of some battle between good and evil&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*pigs against humans who eat pork, most likely* &lt;/span&gt;. yeah i know its kinda childish.. but that feeling just lifts me up&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*amazing how something that is only a feeling can lift someone with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 15-figure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;weight*&lt;/span&gt; and makes me feel light, and carefree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know why but after watching it my mood for the whole day came back.. like.. sad.. i dunno why.. maybe i din crap for the past few days.. maybe i din get to eat good food the past few days.. i dunno.. just sad.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hey u. yes u. laughing in front of ur monitor. pigs have feelings too ok? =DD*&lt;/span&gt;. like suddenly the sky comes down crashing on u. why am i sad. someone pls tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chuang wai ying tian le&lt;br /&gt;yin yue di sheng le&lt;br /&gt;wo de xin kai shi xiang ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deng guang ye an le&lt;br /&gt;yin yue di sheng le&lt;br /&gt;kou zhong de mian hua tang yue rong hua le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuang wai ying tian le&lt;br /&gt;ren shi wu liao le&lt;br /&gt;wo de xin kai shi xiang ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dian hua xiang qi le&lt;br /&gt;ni yao shuo hua le&lt;br /&gt;hai yi wei ni xin li dui wo you xiang nian le&lt;br /&gt;zhe me ni sheng yin bian de leng dian le&lt;br /&gt;shi ni bian le&lt;br /&gt;shi ni bian le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deng guang xi mie le&lt;br /&gt;yin yue jing zhi le&lt;br /&gt;di xia de yang le yi ting bu zhu le&lt;br /&gt;tian xia qi yu le&lt;br /&gt;ren shi bu kuai le&lt;br /&gt;wo de xin zhen de shou shang le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113777626183547038?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113777626183547038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113777626183547038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113777626183547038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113777626183547038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-cant-believe-im-actually-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113724666788872403</id><published>2006-01-14T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T21:51:07.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woot.. today not bad.. cca open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late *as usual. pigs dun wake up early u know.*.. took cab to school. they were already practising when i got there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much waiting, sec ones finally came.. idiotic some of them.. some are nice.. but most of them were cocky ok? like someone said aloud "this is stupid leh.." or like someone said "i dun wanna join leh.." .. like i wanna tell them "stupid ur mother la.." or like "dun wanna join dowan la.. we dun need rubbish".. irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then quite a lot of pple signed up.. good thing.. however, bad news. css choir may be an ssa choir in the future. we lack guys! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was one of the presenters durnig the open house. i felt like going home after the presentation. I GOT TONGUE TIED. AND I SWAY FROM SIDE TO SIDE. got one bloody sec one talking about king kong after i present. HAHAH. nehnehpoks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after that consequently less tongue tying.. but.. i still sway from left to right.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever planned this year's openhouse is an ashhoul. i mean like come on.. 8 mins per trip? not mentioning we got confined in the music room? heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113724666788872403?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113724666788872403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113724666788872403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113724666788872403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113724666788872403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/woot.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113724558634200812</id><published>2006-01-14T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T21:33:06.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coffee is taking its toll on me. big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after drinking it, it made me realise dreams can come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped school on wednesday. if i get found out im one slaughtered pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly all of them just stand there waiting to eat me. skin me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undone homework, detention, teachers, expectations and 293 days to o's. and i dunno if i'll last in sunny singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i dun wanna leave. ive felt it before. parting with friends. i dun wanna lose any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly going to vj is a road barricaded from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework is a shadow lurking everywhere i go, breathing down on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phaak man. i dun feel like going to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like what im feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amg. i need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like the feeling of being watched. a thousand different pairs of eyes glued on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly being fat doesnt mean being happy anymore. i wanna become small, minute, microscopic.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan anyone to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh shiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan change. i wan change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phaak im lost. i need to see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113724558634200812?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113724558634200812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113724558634200812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113724558634200812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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=DD&lt;br /&gt;3)full moon&lt;br /&gt;4)friends.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*although got pple call me pig.. ashhoul..=D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)suaning pple and getting away with it by saying "sorry sorry" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*yes i know this is irritating*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)night breeze&lt;br /&gt;7)to be able to sit on top of the building&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*provided it doesnt collapse under my weight*&lt;/span&gt; with a special someone and watch stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;1)be there when i really need someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;2)dun be bitchy&lt;br /&gt;3)be understanding&lt;br /&gt;4)be lame like me&lt;br /&gt;5)honesty..&lt;br /&gt;6)share.. happiness or problems or things that make u sad.. SHARE!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;7)rang wo song ni hui jia ba.. LOLOL.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things i believe in:&lt;br /&gt;1)im fat&lt;br /&gt;2)im useless&lt;br /&gt;3)nehnehtong exists somewhere in the world and im chief&lt;br /&gt;4)if u want it u can do it&lt;br /&gt;5)not to depend on others but urself&lt;br /&gt;6)looks and money dun carry such influence &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*on me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)everyone's meant for something but time will tell wad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things im afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;1)kan jian zhang lang zhen de zhen de hao pa..&lt;br /&gt;2)(if got special someone) losing that special someone&lt;br /&gt;3)supernatural&lt;br /&gt;4)loss of voice!! I DUN WANNA GET IT AGAIN.. =((&lt;br /&gt;5)losing friends&lt;br /&gt;6)leaving commonwealth&lt;br /&gt;7)losing contact with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things i do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1)sing in the bathroom.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *come on.. its really fun..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)play loud music.. of most genres..&lt;br /&gt;3)try to grow slim? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I FAIL AT THIS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)watch tv&lt;br /&gt;5)try to picture a dream girl &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*LOLOL.. anyone wanna go steady with a pig?? =DD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)heh.. make my room neat!!&lt;br /&gt;7)look for tech stuff online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN pple who should also do this:&lt;br /&gt;1)osama.. seriously..&lt;br /&gt;2)HANBAOBAO.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;3)TIONGBAHRUBAO!! (his blog.. is dead... boohooo...)&lt;br /&gt;4)GRANDDAUGHTER!! mooo..&lt;br /&gt;5)DAUGHTER!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*niao.. hahahaha.. =DD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)KIM THE BUTTCRACK =DD&lt;br /&gt;7)anyone who knows me who wanna do it.. LOLOL.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa.. LAU WONG TROUBLESOME!! LOLOL.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113681429376278249?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113681429376278249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113681429376278249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113681429376278249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113681429376278249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113661488903115426</id><published>2006-01-07T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:21:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm.. past week.. nothing much..pretty boring but enlightening.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.. learnt something about the two words.. money and looks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money.. although they say its not very important.. believe me.. money is one of the most important things on earth.. like when ur friend say "aiya come la.. i pay for u.. nonono.. dun need to pay.. dun be so calculating..", that friend is USUALLY(i din say all the time hor) lying through his or her teeth. u need money to survive on this wretched planet.. u need money to attract attention.. u need money to have a wide social circle.. u need money to have a higher standard of living&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*yay! i get to use that phrase from geography!!*&lt;/span&gt;.. u need a lot of money to have things going smoothly ur way.. that is the importance of money.. when they say money is not everything,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*that bloody mastercard advertisement is lying coz mastercard is also money..=DD*&lt;/span&gt;, thats a big lie.. money makes the world go round.. power=money.. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appearance.. this word.. 2nd to money.. even if no money got this still can survive.. lots of pple will come and help if u got this.. come on.. think about it.. if there were 2 pple, one ugly and one good looking, who got the same social status, lets say very very poor.. which one would pple try to help? DING DING DING!! ur right! the good looking one!! looks can give u a lot of advantages.. u can get things ur way once u look good.. u wun be called indecent and stuff because u look good.. pple will hang around u more because u look good..  and a lot more.. fame = appearance.. get the picture? =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not trying to say that all pple think like this alright? this is just what i've learnt the past week. just some food for thought&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*although i dun think my writing above counts as food.. coz pork= food..*&lt;/span&gt;.. however.. i shall not change the way i think although i find what ive written very true.. i shall still put character and personality as what pple look for.. ok? besides being crappy and stuff.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lighter side.. our class got new teachers.. first i shall touch on our new chem teacher.. ms lim.. or something like that.. our class was divided into 2.. one with her and one with ms tian &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*luckily im with ms tian..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=DD THANX MS TIAN!!*&lt;/span&gt; that ms lim came into our class with a long face *ok that i dun mind*.. the irritating part about her is that when she talks, her voice is so nasal its irritating.. if she talked without her mouth opening i would think her voice was coming from her ashhoul.. =DDD.. and then, its like.. when we ask her something she makes it seem like we asked her that same question a million times over (as demonstrated by our dear simeng, my granddaughter =DD). pls ms lim.. if u having pms dun take it out on our class yeah? be more proffesional than that.. pls match ur working attitude with ur stern look.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand.. we got this new cme teacher.. her name is JANE &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sounds young right..*&lt;/span&gt; but then when we saw her it was the GP TEACHER FROM HELL.. she asked us to call her ms latimer or something.. then its like.. when she came to our class she started talking about the ways of life.. HOW TO FEED THE HUMAN SPIRIT.. what she wants in class.. WHY THE NEED TO SUCCEED.. like bullmanure(i shall refrain from saying bullsh*t here) man.. and again.. our dear simeng was picked on.. made her cry.. she wants a "yes ma'am!" answer when she asks questions and stuff.. come on...u wan respect u got to earn it.. u dun run pple down just to get that respect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i think thats all for this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown to o levels: 295 days. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113661488903115426?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113661488903115426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113661488903115426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113661488903115426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113661488903115426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113627956437479408</id><published>2006-01-03T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:23:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmmm... nothing much today.. first day of school.. MY HAIR GOT CAUGHT.. =( now i got to go cut it.. so sian... like i spent a long time growing fringe.. =( LOL.. anyway.. first day not bad.. got chloe png as a ss teacher.. not ms leng anymore.. YAY.. uhm.. and i got to go for retest this week. T_T .. new years resolutions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)lose weight.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*im sorry pig brethren.. this is betrayal but i wanna get to squeeze in tight places too.. =DD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)be more serious in class..&lt;br /&gt;3)hand in homework on time.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*like ya.. i know.. impossible..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)STUDY! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*dot dot dot dot.. crow crow..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown to o levels: 299 days. =&lt;br /&gt;SM!! THANX FOR THE NECKLACE YEAH? COOL!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113627956437479408?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113627956437479408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113627956437479408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113627956437479408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113627956437479408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113619454364019444</id><published>2006-01-02T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:55:03.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LIKE FU*K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no one sees good. just the bad.&lt;br /&gt;like.. someone think of a way to get me killed without dragging anyone down with me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still have to smile before that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry ly.. i know it doesnt do anything but.. yea.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113619454364019444?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113619454364019444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113619454364019444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113619454364019444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113619454364019444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/like-fuk_02.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113612938333739950</id><published>2006-01-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:09:19.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.. ive been thinking.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wow... i can think..*&lt;/span&gt; ive been saying how sucky my life is and all but when u look upon it from a different perspective... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*this is what happens when nothing goes ur way the whole day...*&lt;/span&gt; it aint really that bad.. i think im lucky.. yes lucky.. coz of these few reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)im in commonwealth. not chinese high, nor rv, nor catholic high. i thought going in to commonwealth was a bit deprived&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* i know pigs arent in a favourable position to say this because we get eaten in school*&lt;/span&gt;.. but then.. when u come to think about it.. as males.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE GET TO WEAR PANTS&lt;/span&gt;... if ever i get to a jc, man.. im just gonna laugh my head off at the pple from the abovementioned schools.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;hairy legs and all.. they wear shorts in jc! i get to wear pants! neh neh neh neh poo poo im wearing pants.. -___-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)im fat. other pple have to spend enormous amounts of money on bust enhancement programmes.. i dont. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)i get to wear clothes.. other animals just go walking around naked. i got a shirt and a pair of pants on. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)im in the css choir. this is one of the things that im really very proud of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*besides being fat*&lt;/span&gt;. its a second family where everyone gets to have fun singing together&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*well.. most of the time...*&lt;/span&gt; an island to escape to when im feeling down and all... man.. like what my wife has on her nick.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IM ALWAYS A HARDCORE CSS CHOIR MEMBER WITH PRIDE.. WE LIVE TO SING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) great group of friends ive got &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*although most of em always go kbox sing racist song pang seh me and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stuff...*&lt;/span&gt; thanx for making the year so fun-filled &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* and for calling me pig and stuff.. ashhouls..* &lt;/span&gt;and exciting.. i wanna thank u all one by one but my mom is naggingas i write.. or type... =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)i got mr vilau as a pe teacher. thanx for calling me bloody ah gua when i cannot do chin ups and telling me to stick the bubble gum on my forehead to look like some&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *-toot-. cannot say. later government sue me. RACIAL HARMONY!! -___-'''*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm theres more but i cant think so much all in one night.. anyway.. thanx all.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113612938333739950?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113612938333739950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113612938333739950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113612938333739950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113612938333739950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113603285145369377</id><published>2005-12-31T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:43:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok this sux.. i cant get out.. while other pple are having fun outside counting down im stuck at home rotting.. this is irritating... cant pigs have some freedom to run around the city naked just before the year ends? like wtsb man... *but its amazing right? how animals run around naked and they dun call it porn..* so.. in the course of rotting.. i was thinking.. what if i became president of sg? what would happen? firstly, i thought, i would change the laws.. like.. calling important stuff "cedric".. for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) food. change the word food to cedric.. "Mommy im hungry i wan some cedric.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)menstruation. change it to cedric too.. "i cant go for pe today.. im having my cedric.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)school/work. change that to my name too.. "quick quick! we're gonna be late for cedric!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again i cant be a president because they think pigs have a lower intellect than man.. arrrrgghhh... this sux.. i cant go out.. this sux this sux this sux... uuuurrrrggghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so in anycase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And be kinder to animals all around u... AND REFRAIN FROM EATING MY BRETHREN..=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113603285145369377?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113603285145369377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113603285145369377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113603285145369377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113603285145369377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-this-sux.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113596317640386433</id><published>2005-12-31T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T03:14:26.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OKYAY (taken from Lau Chia).. got  a lot of things to blog about today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first.. i wanted to wake up at 11.. but ended up waking at 12.. so was late.. called wong and chia... but they never pick up.. thought they were sleeping.. then lau wong called and like.. this is an extract of the convo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *picks up phone* Hallo?&lt;br /&gt;Lau Wong: Hello? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEE HEE HEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like..&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; LOLOL..&lt;/span&gt; i dunno what the laughter was for.. LOL.. so then i told them i was gonna be late.. and then reset the meeting time to 2 30 pm. after that got ready to go out.. but when i went out i realised it was already 2. so like sian.. and i went to cck in a cab &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*again.. like wow..*&lt;/span&gt;. then in the end lau wong smsed saying they gonna be late.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SHE SAID LAU CHIA WASHING DISHES...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHING&lt;br /&gt;DISHES!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can u believe that?? like... thats AMAZING!! and here i was thinking she din even know how to open a *******.. LOL.. [FOR THE RECORD: the word in the star star thing is not a vulgarity nor is it a part of the body. =DD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i was thinking,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; "yay.. dun need to feel guilty.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA..."&lt;/span&gt; LOLOL.. kidding nia.. so at around 3, we met up at the control gate and then like we boarded the train &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*duh*&lt;/span&gt; not very long after.. we boarded the one going to je instead of the one going directly to orchard.. LOL.. wtsb (what the spongebob) man.. lol.. i think i was sleepy or something then i din notice.. then we switched trains then.. then... wait i cant remember.. oh yeah.. then... i dunno when this happened.. but one of em took my chain attached to my wallet then attached to lau wong's bag and make me look like a dog &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hallo.. im a pig.. pigs dun wear chains or anything like that.. see my&lt;/span&gt; cousin &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BABE?*&lt;/span&gt;.. then was fun.. although quite oh biang and stuff.. pple were looking at us... LOL.. then after that walk walk walk.. walk walk.. got lost looking for far east.. one ashhoul directed us to far east SHOPPING CENTRE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking to far east plaza, we saw this few men from toys r' us that were distributing fliers around.. HE gave wong and chia one each&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* BASKET NEVER GIVE ME.. think i pig he look down on me.. wait till he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reincarnate..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BASKET*..&lt;/span&gt; then he gave a few to them after that and told them to "distribute to ur friends"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BUT THEN HOR... THEN HOR...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOT THIS WOMAN HOR.. VERY WIERD ONE LEH.. GO TO THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*BASKET*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAN AND TAKE HIS WHOLE PILE OF FLIERS.. LIKE AMG&lt;/span&gt; (ahh my god, omg is too mainstream i dun like).. and then while walking around hor.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE AND HER FRIEND TRIED TO GIVE TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PPLE LEH.. &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at that point of time i din know them but if u r still wondering who im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;talking about its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and chia incorporated*&lt;/span&gt;.. wah lao eh.. wierd pple... one give the toilet- scrubbing- guy(TSG) with choc then this time take the flier- giving- guy's (FSG) fliers leh.. whoa.. cool man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after walking around in far east and buying my jacket &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*amazing right? can fit me leh.. -___-'''*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lousy me suggested we go to heeren.. then when we reached there and after walking a few mins, we found my pri school best friend Guo Hao hanging out with his friends.. then like.. i thought that was a good thing.. then introduced him to wong and chia.. but soon after, after lau chia shaked his hand and said "nice to meet u", got one woman come out of nowhere and then said "nice to meet u too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.. wtsb man..it was lau wong's sista, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"very lau" wong&lt;/span&gt;.. irritating sista.. threatened to tell lau wong's mom that she was in orchard alone with a few guys.. WTSB man... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*u see.. when u are 13, ur parents think that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coolest place for u is like.. jurong point (thats what my parents thought for me), boon lay shopping centre, bukit panjang plaza etc.. they think that u will not understand the word "ORCHARD" since ur only 13.. so in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;other words, lau wong wasnt allowed to go to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;orchard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alone..*&lt;/span&gt; then after that smart lau wong called her other sister, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"more lau than very lau" wong&lt;/span&gt; to tell &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"very lau" wong &lt;/span&gt;not to tell her mom that she was in orchard.. alone.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*do u get what i mean? if not ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dumber than a pig =D* &lt;/span&gt;so in the end &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"very lau" wong&lt;/span&gt; din tell lau wong's mom about the orchard thingamajig. then &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lau than very lau"&lt;/span&gt; wong asked lau wong what she doing with and "OLD MAN" that looks "INDECENT"... so... okok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about that.. i really feel lousy.. for a couple of reasons..&lt;br /&gt;1)i thought i was the greatest bluffer on earth.. or so i thought.. EH DUN BLUFF LIAO OK LATER CHAM CHAM BECOME LIKE ME..&lt;br /&gt;2)wo hai si ren.. wong and chia inc, dui bu qi.. wo hai si ni men.. wo shi ke xing... =( next time i must ask first whether got permission ya? =(( sian sian.. dui bu qi.. hen bao qian.. =((.. hope u all learn lesson today.. lucky u all never kenna... dun follow my footsteps and be bad if u dun wanna suffer what im suffering now.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;3) "OLD MAN" i can take because got this toopid taxi driver before ask me whether i was a teacher in css.. and got this bald-headed-beer-bellied man ask me which company i work.. but to be called "INDECENT"? man.. shou bu liao le.. like.. whoa.. all my crappy attitude go down the drain.. which phaa-king part of my body is indecent? MY BELLY? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*oioi.. that one cannot touch hor.. cannot change.. that one my trademark ok..* &lt;/span&gt;MY HAIR??*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eh eh.. that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one oso cannot touch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one hor.. got curse one.. u touch liao all ur hair walk over to ur armpit..=DD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after than we quickly walked towards the mrt station and rode the mrt *duh again* to bishan.. decided to eat at J8.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Junction 8 for all the sua kuh pple out there, if anyone at all is reading this awesome nonsense..*&lt;/span&gt; and then walked to kopitiam to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked and walked inside but got no space.. then in the end we saw this man who was gonna finish eating and then like we waited for him to finish. BUT.. BUT... before he finished he said "u all waiting for me to finish is it?" then we said ya and he was like "ok, u can put all ur stuff here.. after i drink my coffee im going off".. like.. how cool is that? i bet if i was waiting alone he would go like "hey u ashhoul/ pig, what u looking at? i call my butcher friend slaughter u then u know.." LESSON.. ANOTHER LESSON LEARNT.. EATING WITH GIRLS IS A PLUS PLUS BECAUSE U CAN GET SEATS WITHOUT GETTING ANY SCOLDING... dun believe girls can work magic? try buying something from a pasar malam alone (if ur a guy) and try bargaining.. afterwards ask one of ur female friends to do the same.. u will find that she got the exact bloody item or even better at a lower or same price respectively. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a while to eat.. but before we ate, wong and chia inc laid a "PAPERMAT" for me to eat on..THE FLIERS THEY GOT FROM FSG.. and then we ate.. this reminds me.. WTSB man.. HOW COME THEY GET TO EAT A LOT AND THEN THEY DUN GROW FAT? like come on man.. this stinks... i grow fat the moment i open my mouth.. WHY WHY? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*one ashhoul, at least one, will answer "because ur a pig". right right? U NEHNEHPOK i beat u to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that whoever u may&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got any at all..*&lt;/span&gt; after eating we went to 77th street to look for stuff.. wanted to buy pencilcases for wong and chia inc but then like i no more money left for 2 pencilcases.. LOL.. so after wasting a lot of time i just bought BUDDHA BEADS.. (or whatever u call it..im not being religously biased here) and metal bracelet. FOR ME. AMG i feel like shit... i asked them out but then i never got to buy anything for them.. i suck.. oh yeah.. forgot to mention.. i dunno why but wong and chia inc finds that i walk too fast.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*like.. its normal coz pple take a long time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to catch a pig on the loose.. but thats not the point*&lt;/span&gt;.. its like... lolol.. i dunno wad to say.. but like they enjoy to try to walk as fast as me.. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we dashed off for the mrt station.. while in the mrt, i learned a new word.. HUAN ZHU GE GE.. so.. i was like.. "what does huan zhu ge ge mean?" and wong and chia inc explained that "GEGE" means princess and "HUAN ZHU" is the name of this princess. i was like thinking that "HUAN ZHU GE GE" sounds more like "one pig elder brother" or something but i din say it to them later they faint.. instead.. I PUT UP A STRONG ARGUMENT.. i thought of a person.. a very special person.. very special indeed &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*basket.. BASKET.. call me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pig..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NOW U DIE!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. ahem..* &lt;/span&gt;ok.. this one none other than.. LEONG FANG YI! yes.. "HUAN ZHU GE GE" reminded me of something.. yes.. now i remember.. "FANG... YI... GE GE!!" yay! so like.. if "HUAN ZHE GE GE" means "the princess is huan zhu", "FANG YI GE GE" means "the princess is FANG YI!" see? IM SO SMART! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*clap clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANOTHER LESSON FOR&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FANG YI GE GE" IS NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ELDER BROTHER FANG YI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IS SOMETHING LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUAN ZHU GE GE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FANG YI GE GE" MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PRINCESS FANG YI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*yo brother dun be angry im just kidding yeah?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the worse side of things.. i think my mom is the most kao bei person on earth.. if i say anything.. anything at all, she can relate it to something i did.. like when i was blogging, i asked her to tone it down a bit coz she was telling my brother the most EXCITING story on earth&lt;/span&gt;* asshoul*&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but instead of like saying something like at least an "ok", SHE JUST SCOLDED ME INSTEAD AND MARCHED OFF TO HER ROOM. man.. i sometimes wish someone would invent a mouth zipper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.. last words..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*if u have endured the nonsense of this entry*&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MOMMA [nanyang one]: im so sorry i couldnt visit u tonight.. i dun think i can make it tmr because of my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ashhoul* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qing mama but if i can i'll drop by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YINGG: thanx for hearing me out ya? BEST FRIEND!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ur cd is still waiting in my house.. muahahaha..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WONG AND CHIA INC: thanx for accompanying me to buy stuff today ya? sorry i saboed u all today.. and i din get u all anything for accompanying me today.. make it up to ya all another day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MEANWHILE.. I SHALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE U ALL THIS TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONDER ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTRIBUTED BY THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONG AND CHIA INC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAMENESS FOUNDATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO   PINEAPPLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GROW   ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TREES?   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*like no..&lt;br /&gt; duh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the answer comes when i update again! -____-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/19944272-113596317640386433?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113596317640386433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113596317640386433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113596317640386433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113596317640386433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2005/12/okyay-taken-from-lau-chia.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113587725703257991</id><published>2005-12-30T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T01:28:38.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.. ive had nothing to do the whole day.. and im really very bored... just moved to the new house.. not really very big.. near gek poh.. but quite good.. facilities are ok.. my room's a bit bigger than the last one.. my bed's a bunk bed or whatever u call it. i sleep on top.. *amazing how it doesnt collapse under my weight..* and i get a nice view from the window.. SIAN SIAN SIAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAU CHIA!! SMILE!! *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;scientists have proven that smiling a day keeps the pple away. =DD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113587725703257991?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113587725703257991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113587725703257991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113587725703257991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113587725703257991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok_29.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113570396409503299</id><published>2005-12-28T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:19:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok.. This post was requested by my wife, HANBAOBAO, as she was feeling a little bit ignored by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE MY HANBAOBAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MUST FEEL TOUCHED LEH.. I ESPECIALLY MAKE ONE POST TO DECLARE MY LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... -___-"""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113570396409503299?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113570396409503299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113570396409503299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113570396409503299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113570396409503299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>I AM CEDRIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676149383366303109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19944272.post-113561910432808036</id><published>2005-12-27T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:58:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yo! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HANNAH LAU WONG!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U RULE!! I LOVE THE BLOG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARX!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COOL COOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANX A LOT YA?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I OWE U MANY!! hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... Start of Posting! Ok.. Start off today with the barbecue with 6/1... Was late as usual.. Took MRT to Bedok.. Got stinky man who sat beside me... He was beside me wearing a SINGLET.. IRRITATING... And met Xiaowei and the others in Giant.. They bought lots of food and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then proceeded to East Coast in cab... *style* Then we started to light the fire... MAN, CHARCOAL FROM ***** SUX.. We tried to light the thing but it couldn't light up.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE USED LIKE 2 BOXES OF FIRESTARTERS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND IT STILL DIN LIGHT UP&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt;. After 2 hours of futile attempts, we just settled for it (it lit up in the end with a very small flame) and just roasted the food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Was getting bored and stuff.. So we decided to play my game!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAI DAI!!!&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA... -___-''' Was fun.. I still dun get how pple always know what move im gonna make when playing that... Then just suddenly, we realised it was gonna rain..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; RAIN DURING BBQ GATHERING!! &lt;/span&gt;Was thinking like "How the hell we gonna bbq stuff?????" Then suddenly.. WOW! The charcoal began to light up!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WINDS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELPED US LIGHT THE CHARCOAL! DUN NEED TO FAN!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA... &lt;/span&gt;So we quickly rushed and put alot of food in the grill and took out umbrellas to shelter the food just in case in began to rain.. And true enough.. It began to rain.. We all huddled together around the food to prevent it from getting wet.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA.. LOOKED REALLY DUMB BBQING STUFF UNDER THE RAIN. AND GOT THIS AH PEK WALKING BACK AND FORTH STARING AT FRIENDS' BUTTS. *IRRITATING ONLY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we got into a shelter and started eating.. Very fun eating in the rain.. Quite cold.. HAHA... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN EVERYONE STARTED GETTING COLD... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hehehehe...*&lt;/span&gt; IM SO SO PROUD IM FAT. I DIN GET COLD AT ALL.. WAS JUST GETTING COMFY EATING AND STARING AT THE DROPLETS OF WATER FALLING DOWN FROM THE SKY AND LAUGHING AT THE 6/1 PPLE WHO WERE GETTING COLD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt; *hehehe.. see see? say i fat some more... * Haha.. Then after that, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THESE EVIL PPLE WHOM I CALL FRIENDS STARTED TO USE ME AS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A SHIELD TO SHIELD THEM FROM THE RAIN.&lt;/span&gt; *see see?? fat pple oso got use one. =DD* After that played a while while and stuff. Then walked from area f to area b.. Then went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man im thankful these guys were my classmates in primary school. =DD&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to XWG, Xiaokim, Darcie, Huifang, HAO GE, Xinyi, Qiu Hui and Qiu Ping for that great bbq yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/19944272-113561910432808036?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19944272.post-113560353968693424</id><published>2005-12-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T21:25:39.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CEDRIC TAN !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ITS DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;JUST SAY IF YOU DON LIKE THIS LAYOUT OKAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;CAUSE I CHOSE THIS ACCORDIN TO MY PREFERANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;METALSLUG &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ROCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I HAVEN TRY TO LAUNCH IT YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;HAHAHAAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIGS CANNOT FLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19944272-113560353968693424?l=whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whosayspigscantfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113560353968693424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19944272&amp;postID=113560353968693424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19944272/posts/default/113560353968693424'/><link rel='self' 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