<?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-1373388551633382016</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:44:51.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>陈美女的博客</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1373388551633382016.post-7380274387711701480</id><published>2009-07-17T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:43:37.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm seriously &lt;strong&gt;DREADING &lt;/strong&gt;meet-the-mama day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, I failed &lt;strong&gt;Amaths&lt;/strong&gt;, I almost failed &lt;strong&gt;Humanities&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Biology&lt;/strong&gt; and just did okay for &lt;strong&gt;physics&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;chemistry.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;screwed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my science practicals. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;ironically&lt;/em&gt;, I did &lt;strong&gt;BETTER&lt;/strong&gt; for subjects that I didn't study. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life sucks.&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/1373388551633382016-7380274387711701480?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7380274387711701480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-seriously-dreading-meet-mama-day-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/7380274387711701480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/7380274387711701480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-seriously-dreading-meet-mama-day-let.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-676123672015869005</id><published>2009-07-12T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:32:21.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Friendster hopping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just realised everybody's like amazing in photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-676123672015869005?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/676123672015869005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendster-hopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/676123672015869005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/676123672015869005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendster-hopping.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-1615118455277508802</id><published>2009-07-11T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:52:59.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrXSWwW0cLw/SlmIRXnncpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Eicf_4DTZ84/s1600-h/imagesnarcissist_20test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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I wanted to know who are the closest to me, who are just using me for their own selfish gains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I figured out. It doesn't really matter. Like what my darling June, said, "你不要想太多。" It all became clear. Afterall, all that's really important is to enjoy being in the company of each other. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to say something to some of the bestest friends I ever had. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besties from secondary 1! Even though we've had some giant quarrels, I'm glad we managed to overcome them. Thanks for being my bestest friend in my secondary school life! And we love lagsana! =D And all the best with...=P hehehe, MOUTH IS SEALED. *superglue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TINEY-TOOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie too! My boobacious friend, hehehehe! =P Thanks for all the fun times we had in chemistry and biology class! Muacks! &lt;3 All the best with your significant someone! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAMARUL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bapo bestie!=) Though we aren't friends for a very long time, I want to thank you for all the temans! =D And I'm not going to blanja you for pizza! =P Work hard for your N!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning! =D I know we've quarrelled alot but I want to get back this amazing friendship before its gone....hehe, muacks! &lt;3 Thanks for everything! Thanks for the wonderful bus rides, hope we can enjoy them again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELIZABETHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the happy times! =D And keep your faith in Him strong! =) The tomato we made was great! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIAJUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小帅哥! Hehehehe! Anyway, thanks for being such a great buddy! =D Be a great policeman one day! =D (Don't catch me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUNJIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! Thanks for being there for me when I'm really down...thanks for the great advices too! =D Jiayous for your Os! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GANESHHH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotstuff! My hottest indian friend hehehehe! =D All the best in everything! =D (I don't like slipknot.) WOOTS~ DRUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAZIQ!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we aren't the best of friends but I want to thank you for making me happy at times! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEIZHI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love...your maths answers. ;) Hehehehe, later someone angry! =P Weeeee! Have fun with your guitar! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIAYING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, my bitch buddy! Hehehehe! =P Thanks for all the wonderful times we had in choir! =D Let's continue our passion for singing! =D MUACK MUACK MUACK! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AISHAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words. I love you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IFFAHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too as long as you don't touch my boobs! =P Hehehe! Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARINA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much! Thanks for comforting me that night, I won't forget it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QIUYING AND BERLYN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, you two are always together whenever I see you guys! Thanks for everything, muacks! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOSH. I was planning to write just 3 but theres so many people I want to thank! I'm pretty sure I missed some people but it doesn't mean you're not loved! Blame my stm. =( Hope I remember! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-3579654925911870088?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3579654925911870088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/3579654925911870088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/3579654925911870088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-4120483194338559393</id><published>2009-07-10T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:57:05.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; LOVE &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lagsana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AUNTIE LUCY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-4120483194338559393?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4120483194338559393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-lagsana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/4120483194338559393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/4120483194338559393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-lagsana.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-278268205490788796</id><published>2009-07-04T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:26:27.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So much to do, so little time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prelims are nearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-278268205490788796?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/278268205490788796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/278268205490788796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/278268205490788796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-893708448078341840</id><published>2009-07-02T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T03:33:39.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love limericks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a young girl from Rabat,&lt;br /&gt;who had triplets, Nat, Pat and Tat;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun in the breeding,&lt;br /&gt;But hell in the feeding,&lt;br /&gt;When she found she had no tit for Tat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Terry Walsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There Once was a Man called Reg&lt;br /&gt;Who Went with a Girl in a Hedge&lt;br /&gt;Along came his wife&lt;br /&gt;With a big Carving Knife&lt;br /&gt;And cut off his meat and two veg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Matt Barton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember having written a limerick before but I can't seem to recall what are the exact words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was once a man from South,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was very proud.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He tripped on a stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And broke a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To which he cried out loud.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that. o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-893708448078341840?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/893708448078341840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-limericks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/893708448078341840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/893708448078341840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-limericks.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-6090489691539074308</id><published>2009-06-27T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:52:02.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrXSWwW0cLw/SkYHuo5IigI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nC28PWaQPSs/s1600-h/dai_yang_tian_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351973705008843266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrXSWwW0cLw/SkYHuo5IigI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nC28PWaQPSs/s320/dai_yang_tian_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;戴阳天&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-6090489691539074308?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6090489691539074308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-3-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/6090489691539074308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/6090489691539074308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-3-him.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrXSWwW0cLw/SkYHuo5IigI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nC28PWaQPSs/s72-c/dai_yang_tian_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1373388551633382016.post-8790784978402923139</id><published>2009-06-24T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:53:16.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it me or does &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt; with the &lt;em&gt;"s"&lt;/em&gt; looks more &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smiles!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah it probably does make a difference. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-8790784978402923139?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8790784978402923139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-me-or-does-smiles-with-s-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/8790784978402923139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/8790784978402923139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-me-or-does-smiles-with-s-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-6093690294100298633</id><published>2009-06-24T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:11:41.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe, just an interesting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls clad in tight, sailor-moon uniforms, paired with long white socks, black shoes, blond hair, styled in the "oh-so-kawaii" look, adorned with many hairclips in a multitude of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. This is the common "&lt;em&gt;kawaii&lt;/em&gt;" look, adopted by many teenagers, wanting to follow the &lt;em&gt;J-wave&lt;/em&gt; by dressing up like a typical Tokyo girl or like one of their favourite anime characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trend is getting increasing common among the youngsters of today, especially tech-savvy teenagers who have access to the latest animes and mangas. There's also another group of teenagers who follow the Korean trends, inspired by the many Korean dramas that brainwashed many teen girls and aunties alike that the prince they're waiting for is working in a coffee-shop. Yes, those dramas indeed caused many young girls many boxes of tissue but it had also, conveniently, inspired a new fashion trend, religiously followed by many teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these led me to an interesting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have been following the Japanese and Koreans in all kinds of ways but does anybody follow Singaporeans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, a girl, wearing a tight "Heineken" shirt, matched with gaudy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; NF shorts, with bangs covering half of the face. Commonly seen in Bugis or neighbourhood shopping centres, these girls commonly known as "&lt;em&gt;Ah-lians&lt;/em&gt;" can be found almost anywhere around Singapore. They are usually matched by their "&lt;em&gt;Ah-bengs&lt;/em&gt;" counterparts, badly styled hair, bright&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt; skinnies etc. All these led me to wonder, does our Korean, Japanese friends follow our trends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, that IS our distinctive style, our "&lt;em&gt;national uniform",&lt;/em&gt; our culture. However, why don't we ever spot any Japanese or Koreans "acting cool" by speaking Singlish and having our fashion sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's because it's not cool at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-6093690294100298633?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6093690294100298633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/hehe-just-interesting-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/6093690294100298633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/6093690294100298633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/hehe-just-interesting-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-4648628551926243157</id><published>2009-06-23T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:57:08.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrXSWwW0cLw/SkCmwWJgb4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/p4jbA7Ypklo/s1600-h/NUTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350459706825535362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrXSWwW0cLw/SkCmwWJgb4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/p4jbA7Ypklo/s320/NUTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-4648628551926243157?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4648628551926243157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-what-you-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/4648628551926243157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/4648628551926243157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-what-you-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrXSWwW0cLw/SkCmwWJgb4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/p4jbA7Ypklo/s72-c/NUTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1373388551633382016.post-4580771942585127919</id><published>2009-06-22T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:00:17.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt; dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read, or heard, that dreams are not the mirrors of reality, but instead just a &lt;em&gt;fairytale &lt;/em&gt;pieced out by our brain, filled with short stories that exist in our memories or mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, you went to the supermarket today to do some grocery shopping, followed by a trip to the nature park, in which you unfortunately had the chance to be chased by a hungry monkey. Possibly, your dream would be an atrocious story of being chased by a monkey eating a Kit-Kat bar in a supermarket with endless aisles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's imagine our brain is a &lt;strong&gt;giant bookshelf&lt;/strong&gt;, filled with &lt;strong&gt;millions&lt;/strong&gt; of books telling different stories and tales of our life. Some may contain a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; story of a time long ago when the kind Mrs Lam helped you with your writing or a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;scary &lt;/span&gt;encounter with a pervert lurking in a corner at the void deck. Perhaps it may hold your &lt;strong&gt;deepest and darkest&lt;/strong&gt; secret, some so scary you wouldn't want to be reminded of. However, every single thing that has ever happened in your life will be dutifully recorded without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love dreaming&lt;/span&gt;. It brings me to many places unimaginable, it gives me the power to decide what I want to do, what I want to think, without anybody knowing in an unknown world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are inevitable too. I heard that nightmares occur more frequently when you sleep in a cold room. Perhaps its our subconsious mind playing mean tricks on us, leading many to wake up terrified from deep sleep or young children to bawl in the middle of the night. Or perhaps, its a silent confession we made, a combination of &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;evil thoughts&lt;/span&gt; that we harbour unknowingly, or just a fear of something that we've never dared to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though dreams may be good or may be bad, its a representation of what we think, what we feel, and most importantly, what we are. Some may be absurd, some may be scary, some may be plain wonderful but afterall, dreams are dreams. &lt;em&gt;Some stuff are better left in fantasy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-4580771942585127919?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4580771942585127919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/weird-weird-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/4580771942585127919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/4580771942585127919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/weird-weird-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-2709884643251425697</id><published>2009-06-22T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:02:14.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I've decided on a topic that has been on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being practical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's being practical actually? Tit for tat? Being calculative? Or in a nutshell, &lt;em&gt;protecting your own interest?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree it's important to take care of oneself but in certain situations, being practical may bring more harm than good. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To protect one's interest, it may be at the sacrifice of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or selfishness, it may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I asked a friend of mine for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, he said. You didn't help me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled several instances in which I did but he rebutted, saying he had helped me in return for those times.&lt;br /&gt;So if I needed any help from him, I have to help him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems fair but to certain degree, selfishness still lingers in that idea. No doubt it was being practical and to protect his own self- interest but to a certain extent, it sounded pretty selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should always help without expecting any return. Afterall, what matter most is the happiness you gave them and the joy it brings you. Being practical may seem to be the best solution at first but in the long-run, it may &lt;strong&gt;bring more harm than good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not saying that being practical is completely wrong but use it wisely- it may be at the expense of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring back the topic to the conversation I had with a certain friend, it was indeed a practical idea to suggest benefits for his help. However, it may not had occurred to him that it had &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; benefitted him by helping others, to see them happy and perhaps, they will intitiate an offer to help you before you asked them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"To give and not expect return, that is what lies at the heart of love."  -&lt;br /&gt; Oscar Wilde.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I end this lengthy post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-2709884643251425697?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2709884643251425697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-ive-decided-on-topic-that-has-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/2709884643251425697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/2709884643251425697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-ive-decided-on-topic-that-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-2349701196326413022</id><published>2009-06-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:37:49.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to blog but I'm brain dead. I got my material ready though. Can't seem to find the appropriate words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what you call &lt;em&gt;writers' block&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-2349701196326413022?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2349701196326413022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-tried-to-blog-but-im-brain-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/2349701196326413022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/2349701196326413022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-tried-to-blog-but-im-brain-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-6657959300410449144</id><published>2009-06-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:54:41.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellos!&lt;br /&gt;What should I post about?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start off with a very interesting topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BINOMIAL THEOREM&lt;/strong&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which may link us to the very interesting Pascal Triangle, which brings back good memories of our dear ol' &lt;em&gt;Mr Lim&lt;/em&gt; who put in much effort to get us to fill in the blanks and colour that damned triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I kinda realised this is getting wayyy boringgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off properly this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexay&lt;/span&gt; blog, filled with&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; sexay&lt;/span&gt; bears, written by a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexay&lt;/span&gt; person. =)&lt;br /&gt;This blog is just for fun, my diary's &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; in my head, &lt;em&gt;expect no secrets&lt;/em&gt; to be written in here.&lt;br /&gt;However, this blog is not as crappy as &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ganesh's&lt;/span&gt; apparently. His is full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, there won't be giant pictures of me, such as though found on &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;June's&lt;/span&gt; blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to spam. &lt;strong&gt;I love spammers. =D&lt;/strong&gt; They bring about interesting comments. =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and haters. Seriously,&lt;em&gt; I LOVE THEM.&lt;/em&gt; Don't they amuse you. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. I'm going to end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I seriously have no substantial material to write. My daily life will bore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;satay beehoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-6657959300410449144?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6657959300410449144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/hellos-what-should-i-post-about-maybe-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/6657959300410449144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/6657959300410449144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/hellos-what-should-i-post-about-maybe-i.html' title=''/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</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-1373388551633382016.post-3339124317829774961</id><published>2009-06-21T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:17:35.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This, is my new sexay blog. ;)</title><content type='html'>This, is my new sexay blog. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1373388551633382016-3339124317829774961?l=when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3339124317829774961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-my-new-sexay-blog_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/3339124317829774961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1373388551633382016/posts/default/3339124317829774961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://when-pigs-flyyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-my-new-sexay-blog_21.html' title='This, is my new sexay blog. ;)'/><author><name>emilyyy =D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061708530680076760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
