Why do I call myself Piggy? The answer is fairly simple. I was born in the year of the Pig. Although, having ancestors who used to be butchers (selling pork) did play a minor role in my choosing this nickname for myself. Also, my family is full of people born in the year of Pig. With so many links to pigs, it is inevitable that I see myself as a piglet. That was how Piggy came to be known as me.
Frankly, I’m just another simple girl trying to find her place in the big, big world of ours. Or at least, that’s how I see myself – simple. Friends who know me in person may beg to differ and there will be many post entries full of pessimism, rants or raves that tend to border on dramatic and emotional. Depending on my mood for the day and also the situation that I face for the day, I can be loud or quiet, sensitive or insensitive, realist or idealistic, straightforward or indirect, passive or aggressive, tough or soft-hearted, kind or mean, nice or bitchy, sweet or sexy and the list goes on.
What you see (or rather what you read) is what you get. If you do not like reading this site, please leave. All I want is just a place for me to unload the negativity in life that I received without burdening anyone in particular. Other than that, I’m just another girl trying to live her life in the most simple and peaceful manner.
