<?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-4345561795303380804</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:07:17.557-07:00</updated><category term='God'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>PigLetZ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-3843515856571219265</id><published>2009-09-15T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:16:33.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title- less...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont know what to say, whether to smile or to remain silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it is with me forever hurts me and makes me ponder why i am the 'lucky' one?&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it is a burden to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying as hard as i can to ignore and be happy to live with it, but its so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created me beautifully and wonderfully made.&lt;br /&gt;I know He has His plans for me and everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;To lift up and cast my worries on Him is so diffficult when it is something i cant change or do anything to improve the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet i know it is during these situations that i need to lift up to Him cause He is the only one who can do the&lt;br /&gt;impossible. There is really nothing i can do to improve and i can only seek Him for help. I know He will and will provides the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lift up my health to you.&lt;br /&gt;May your Holy Spirit protect me and keep me safe.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that i will be strong no matter what challenges or results it may be.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for direction n ask for your guidance in every thing i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4345561795303380804-3843515856571219265?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3843515856571219265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=3843515856571219265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3843515856571219265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3843515856571219265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2009/09/title-less.html' title='Title- less...'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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-4345561795303380804.post-141873568996055548</id><published>2009-05-06T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:52:16.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanking Him Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much stuffs have happened to my family and I.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back for the past 2 years, it had been alot alot of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna thank Him for being there, being so real in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed, U answered.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a miracle that i had survived through so many stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things unknown to alot of people, things kept only within my heart, alots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its not only a miracle, but  it's a chance to show how God is so real.&lt;br /&gt;Cant imagine myself praying and praying, yearning for Him to answer me straight away.&lt;br /&gt;That day is a wonderful day and i will always rem how He spoke to me in that incident.&lt;br /&gt;PUSH (Pray until something happens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its real! Before i m a christian, i have doubts on this 'PUSH'.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, even when i m a christian, i have doubts too.&lt;br /&gt;How can this be real? Will God really answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, He will. It happened to me. And it will happen to all who trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking Him for a bunch of Noobies Noobies praying and supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4345561795303380804-141873568996055548?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/141873568996055548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=141873568996055548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/141873568996055548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/141873568996055548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanking-him-always.html' title='Thanking Him Always'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-445299398471638462</id><published>2009-04-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:38:08.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recently, there's a TV commercial showing how little imperfections make the relationship perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When her husband is on the verge of death, it is those little imperfections that make her feel happy that her husband's still alive. Her husband's snores may wake her up, but at least in a good way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes we see imperfections as big flaws that we cannot stand at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But a person can never be perfect, except Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You and I have flaws but it is how we see those flaws as good or bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Perception of flaws is important as it will affect how we judge a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But who are we to judge a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't judge a person as we are in no position to judge a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To some, it may be a weakness but to others, it may be a strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In a relationship, there's ups and downs. You and I may complain that we are not good in certain ways, but both of us know that we complement each other with our flaws and strengths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After watching this commercial, it teaches me to cherish people around me and stop complaining or pinpointing at people's flaws but always see the flaws as something good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Likewise, see more of the person's strengths than the person's flaws &amp;amp; you live happier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4345561795303380804-445299398471638462?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/445299398471638462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=445299398471638462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/445299398471638462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/445299398471638462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2009/04/imperfections.html' title='Imperfections'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-2986570139111488128</id><published>2008-12-09T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:08:49.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.ipersonic.com - Good-natured Realist (GR)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;introverted, practical, emotional, planning, tradition-conscious, good-natured, self-sacrificing, caring, devoted, friendly, loyal, considerate, reliable, conscientious, loving, quiet, reserved, modest, helpful, objective, hard-working, warm-hearted, communicative, painstaking, altruistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good-natured Realists&lt;/strong&gt; are warm-hearted, helpful personalities. They do their work conscientiously and have a pronounced organising talent. They often feel they are committed to traditional values. The family in particular is extremely important to Good-natured Realists. Their greatest pleasure is making themselves useful and taking care of other people. But they do not like pushing themselves to the fore; they prefer to fulfil their tasks out of the limelight. Good-natured Realists are real workaholics; they are very reliable and nothing is too much for them when it is a question of completing a project. Thoroughness, conscientiousness and sense of duty are their strongest points. They prefer established and familiar situations to new and unknown situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dealing with others, Good-natured Realists are considerate and obliging; they are always happy to put aside their own requirements in the interest of their family and friends. Their home is mostly very well cared-for, cosy and tidy. Their perfectionism on the one hand and their aversion to delegating tasks on the other hand often lead to them taking on too much both professionally and privately. They cannot stand discord; conflicts make them very unhappy. One could almost describe them as being harmony-addicted - and this sometimes leads them to strongly neglecting themselves and their own wishes because they are unable to bring themselves to put up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-natured Realists dream of a stable and trusting relationship for life. Marriage and family are very important to them. They take care of their partner attentively and lovingly and put up with a lot for a harmonious relationship. They are also loyal and reliable friends. However, they can be very hurt if their interpersonal commitment is taken for granted for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GR At Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a &lt;strong&gt;Good-natured Realist &lt;/strong&gt;you are one of the introverted personality types. Consequently, you don’t appreciate too much commotion around you so you can devote yourself to your task with sufficient intensity and concentration. You can work very well alone and while being immersed in a task, you don’t appreciate to be continuously interrupted or disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, your need for harmony and your adaptability make you a good team worker if necessary. Therefore, you are relatively flexible when choosing your working environment, and have the ability to decide which setting you prefer. A profession that gives you the feeling that you are doing something for other people is important to you. Good-natured Realists are very caring people and enjoy taking care of others. Despite your in-troverted personality and because you are a feeler-type, it is easy for you to put yourself in the place of others and sense their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most comfortable in a one-on-one situation; you are less enthusiastic about delivering speeches to major groups. At any rate, when choosing your profession, make sure to surround yourself with people who share your personal ideals and convictions, and on whom you can count to work with you. Too many obstacles to your caring for and supporting others make you unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;GR in Relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-natured Realists like you rarely fall in love         head over heels. You approach a new relationship very         carefully and guardedly. That has to do with the fact that         you are one of the introverted Realists who don’t carry         their heart on their sleeve, and you need a little time to         warm up. Additionally, you have expectations of what you         are looking for, and what you need in matters of love.         Before you give your heart away, you want to be sure that         your counterpart is the right one. In most cases, that         protects you from disappointments - and that is good         because deep inside, you have a very vulnerable core that         does not easily get over genuine lovesickness. However, you         permit yourself to get totally involved once you are         convinced that your chosen person is worthy of your love. &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        It is the main purpose of your life to care for others.         There is nothing that makes you happier than to look after         and take care of your partner. It is an easy equation for         you: If he/she is happy, you are happy. You have a very         loving, warmhearted, and generous nature that sees to it         that your partner simply feels comfortable and in the best         sense in good hands and secure with you. You may not be a         person of many words but that is not even necessary. Just         because you don’t continuously reaffirm it, whoever is with         you will be showered with devotion, care, and attention to         the point that he/she won’t doubt your love.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... 80%-90% true ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-2986570139111488128?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2986570139111488128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=2986570139111488128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2986570139111488128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2986570139111488128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/12/wwwipersoniccom-good-natured-realist-gr.html' title='www.ipersonic.com - Good-natured Realist (GR)'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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-4345561795303380804.post-1455596632004321908</id><published>2008-12-02T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:17:47.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>It's so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring when it's stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People break up even when they have been together for years.&lt;br /&gt;People marry even when they know each year for few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the reason?&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only He knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He places the right people at the right circumstances at the right timing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-1455596632004321908?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/1455596632004321908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=1455596632004321908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/1455596632004321908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/1455596632004321908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/12/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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-4345561795303380804.post-4545383682416226801</id><published>2008-11-01T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:20:37.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With the current financial turmoil that's happening globally, no one can really predict &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;what goes next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Definitely more consolidations within the banking industry, more retrenchments due to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;similar departments upon M&amp;amp;A. It's just not the right time to enter into the industry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This has further impacted on other industries. Everyone's tightening their belt to save more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and spend less.. Indeed, this will take a few years to recover? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Make use of this crisis to upgrade ourselves is a good option so as to maintain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;competitiveness of our position. In 2 to 3 years time, when things get better, at least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you won't be at the last when everyone's moving up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Trying to be flexible in job look out, preferably somewhere their work functions are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;beneficial to where i am going in future. But can i wait? With further retrenchments, more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;retrenched professionals will be on the lookout for jobs these few months. Facing a great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;challenge here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Really feel there's a need to upgrade myself, there's no ending towards learning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We are learning new stuffs everyday and i find learning's an important journey towards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;success and how we perceive things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A bowl of porridge with salted veg may seem plain and hard to consume for pampered kids, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but to the kids in third world countries, they will feel blessed to have food to live on their day. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wont be afraid of what is happening around us. It's just a turning point for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4345561795303380804-4545383682416226801?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4545383682416226801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=4545383682416226801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4545383682416226801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4545383682416226801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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-4345561795303380804.post-2732311389790661157</id><published>2008-10-18T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:20:25.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Born into a family of 13 children, she's one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 13 children, she's the only daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy doted a lot on her being the only little girl in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She has 2 mothers. One's a step mother, the other is her biological mother.&lt;br /&gt;She has 10 step brothers and 2 'real' brothers.&lt;br /&gt;To them, a younger/elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 2 mothers are sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Like the Cinderalla story, she was not favoured by her step mum.&lt;br /&gt;From young, she has been accompanying her biological mum, a domestic helper to&lt;br /&gt;the Caucasians' places. There was this European family who liked her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;When this family wanted to leave Singapore for good, they&lt;br /&gt;proposed to her mum if they could take this little girl with them back to their&lt;br /&gt;country. Her biological mum rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, her mum must have loved her so much and doted on her.&lt;br /&gt;She only finished her primary studies. Step mum thought that a girl need&lt;br /&gt;not study so much. When other people asked her step mum about this&lt;br /&gt;little girl, she will give bad comments like ' stupid girl', 'worst in this family',&lt;br /&gt;'good for nothing'. The young girl took in those comments and did not&lt;br /&gt;rebuked those aunties, cause she felt that she had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;Her step mum will keep bullying and pinpointing on her for no reasons,&lt;br /&gt;yet her biological mum can't do anything to protect the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it every new year/ dinner/ pocket money, her share of the stuff will&lt;br /&gt;be the least. Both her mums do not dote on girls.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to leave the family so much as she felt alone.&lt;br /&gt;Only daddy love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was often bullied in school because of her complex family.&lt;br /&gt;Friends laughed at her, hit her, ridiculed her.&lt;br /&gt;She placed these stuff into her little bursting heart.&lt;br /&gt;Her dad was a drunkard. She has no one to talk to about her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids were young, they are still innocent.&lt;br /&gt;As they grew older, things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gradually, she grew up into a young lady working in&lt;br /&gt;factory and met a bunch of good friends and finally met the man who&lt;br /&gt;walked the aisle with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the age of 18, her dad passed away.&lt;br /&gt;It's even worse for her, as she felt that no one in her family really love her.&lt;br /&gt;At 20, she wanted to get married with the man.&lt;br /&gt;She felt that she can't stay with the family anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She just need a simple, contented life.&lt;br /&gt;But her step mum objected to their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;All the kids have grown up and mostly have a degree or college cert.&lt;br /&gt;But she only studied till primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her step brothers began to view her differently as a different class of person.&lt;br /&gt;And their relationship drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 2 'real' brothers, both make it to college and degree. &lt;br /&gt;She thought that at least she still have them and her biological mum.&lt;br /&gt;But who knows, things doesn't go as how she thought it will be.&lt;br /&gt;Her biological mum did not bother about her at all, did not help her,&lt;br /&gt;did not the basic thing a mum should have done which is to show&lt;br /&gt;concern for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she got married at 23 and left her horrible family.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down in heart, she still loves them, still harbor thoughts of&lt;br /&gt;hoping to get love from her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human is still selfish. Her step brothers live in bungalows  with&lt;br /&gt;good careers like director, lecturer, lawyer, bankers driving posh cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They despised on her because of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; lowly education,  small flat, husband who yet to have completed his primary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;studies, husband's job as a technician. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As for her real brother, 1 betrayed her for money, the other was acting the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;same way as her step brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Initially, during the first 10 years of her marriage, she will still try to keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in contact with her family. Her husband and her brought her kids to visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;them during new year or birthday parties. But whenever she did that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no one bothered to go over to talk to them. They are like the invisible ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All of them looked down on her husband, herself and her kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They said very hurtful stuff to her, like 'your kids will be as stupid as you in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;future', 'i don't have such a daughter/ sister like you', 'with that little pay, are you sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you can survive?'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No one welcomed them at all and hurt her with such remarks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That day was the last time she had a gathering with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eventually, she lost her contact with her family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A family that she's born into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A family whom she thought should be the closest one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A family that brought her so much hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But she married into a good family, not of family of fame and wealth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is a family full of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter how hard her life is, she still remain strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She is so strong now because of the love she's holding on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love from husband, Love from her daughter and son, Love from her husband's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Though she may not be rich or educated, but she's someone who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;is contented with what she has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She has impacted my life so much that i want to love her all my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mum, you are the most wonderful person i have ever known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-2732311389790661157?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2732311389790661157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=2732311389790661157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2732311389790661157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2732311389790661157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/10/her-story.html' title='Her Story'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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-4345561795303380804.post-1171634964879879496</id><published>2008-09-24T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:23:08.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's too many things that have overwhelmed me, causing me to lose&lt;br /&gt;myself. Too many things to worry/think/decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tired of everything, wanna take a break and start afresh, but can i&lt;br /&gt;really do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to msg her that i will be leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of facing people that keep reminding me of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Even though they said i'm doing well, but i chose not to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a coward, i know i'm not facing my giant.&lt;br /&gt;But if i am going to continue, i don't think i have the energy, strength to pull&lt;br /&gt;through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to zoo with GH last week(i think so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This animal is very cute, like to play alone.&lt;br /&gt;A pity i never shoot the video of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqEt2S2sAI/AAAAAAAAACU/sFgfy2r4ujQ/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqEt2S2sAI/AAAAAAAAACU/sFgfy2r4ujQ/s320/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249654238857310210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqFOKQbfKI/AAAAAAAAACc/jsMTLXkaJuM/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqFOKQbfKI/AAAAAAAAACc/jsMTLXkaJuM/s320/Picture+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249654793971661986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quite an interesting picture that i saw at the back of a truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqF26gA8EI/AAAAAAAAACk/ggRzCTgJOEg/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqF26gA8EI/AAAAAAAAACk/ggRzCTgJOEg/s320/Picture+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249655494116700226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;trying out my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqGc2AQaYI/AAAAAAAAACs/6uQ7iGuPBU0/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqGc2AQaYI/AAAAAAAAACs/6uQ7iGuPBU0/s320/Picture+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249656145744783746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqHFcDFNoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_QbjpveM-Jo/s1600-h/Picture+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqHFcDFNoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_QbjpveM-Jo/s320/Picture+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249656843151947394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like white tigers, but this one looks like it's sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqHaz_C1YI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3j1FTEZUPMI/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqHaz_C1YI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3j1FTEZUPMI/s320/Picture+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249657210354718082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;look at the little monkey, look so cute, very different from the ones at church.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We managed to catch their feeding session and caught hold of below pictures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are agile and smart enough to climb down using a ladder from the treetop. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look at their food, Durians??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqICV_wyII/AAAAAAAAADE/Wq0myo1KtHE/s1600-h/Picture+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqICV_wyII/AAAAAAAAADE/Wq0myo1KtHE/s320/Picture+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249657889499433090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;A weird feeling??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqJCu6z9yI/AAAAAAAAADM/LXj8FzcjZ1Q/s1600-h/monkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqJCu6z9yI/AAAAAAAAADM/LXj8FzcjZ1Q/s320/monkey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249658995701184290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqJ3Y0-8SI/AAAAAAAAADU/9G_IfLt5Fys/s1600-h/Picture+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqJ3Y0-8SI/AAAAAAAAADU/9G_IfLt5Fys/s320/Picture+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249659900304224546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqKMKr43rI/AAAAAAAAADc/F02GjvaWkkg/s1600-h/Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqKMKr43rI/AAAAAAAAADc/F02GjvaWkkg/s320/Picture+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249660257285234354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Went sentosa alone on tuesday, took a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;It was a very hot day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The merlion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked from here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqLGJCieXI/AAAAAAAAADk/ymsWVO49zfk/s1600-h/Picture+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqLGJCieXI/AAAAAAAAADk/ymsWVO49zfk/s320/Picture+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249661253275777394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqLa6HpfKI/AAAAAAAAADs/9JOn00PsO9c/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqLa6HpfKI/AAAAAAAAADs/9JOn00PsO9c/s320/Picture+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249661610047929506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;to here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqMJvD73zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x8U8grMXvJI/s1600-h/Picture+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqMJvD73zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x8U8grMXvJI/s320/Picture+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249662414533418802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqMandyLLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6JtLoeiXeAU/s1600-h/Picture+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqMandyLLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6JtLoeiXeAU/s320/Picture+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249662704552127666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqM8K7KTaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Yo7MS6TDFiI/s1600-h/Picture+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqM8K7KTaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Yo7MS6TDFiI/s320/Picture+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249663281006267810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqNQEtCntI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UjXlesfO1Gk/s1600-h/Picture+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqNQEtCntI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UjXlesfO1Gk/s320/Picture+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249663622933814994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqNvVCTp0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LrbpIpOpccE/s1600-h/Picture+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqNvVCTp0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LrbpIpOpccE/s320/Picture+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249664159893923650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqOCkZ9JLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8gx8CyO3K3k/s1600-h/Picture+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqOCkZ9JLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8gx8CyO3K3k/s320/Picture+175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249664490437158066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm still walking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqOn2-myNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8AiBR082M-8/s1600-h/Picture+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqOn2-myNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8AiBR082M-8/s320/Picture+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249665131077880018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Initially, wanted to buy back the pink dolphin at the underwater world cos i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lost it. But when i reached there, only then i realised that i have to pay the entrance fee for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;under water world then can go to the souvenir shop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the end, i never got to buy it back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Songs of the sea(if i never rem wrongly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;, musical fountain that starts 7 plus daily.&lt;br /&gt;I never got to see it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqPXux7X6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/1aapAQLt25Y/s1600-h/Picture+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqPXux7X6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/1aapAQLt25Y/s320/Picture+180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249665953510940578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a sua ku... i didnt know how to go back to vivo except by cars.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i feel 'paisei' to ask the people how to go back cos i'm a singaporean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How can i not know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i don't want to get trapped here, still have something to do.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people tapping the cards at the station. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realised, 'Sheeet, i dun have the card...??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So 1st, i asked the person at the ticket counter for musical show on the ways to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;go back. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:You can take the Train (sentosa express) or bus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, ' thank you very much!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the problem is i dun ve the cards, i walked from left to right, from front to back. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i approached the assistant at the station. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry, i do not have the cards. Hmmm, how??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The person replied, 'Dun worry, Miss. You can get out of sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once you are here at sentosa, we will let you out.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, i spent around half an hr thinking of how to go back without a card!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;What a joke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqSF9tf4EI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BRo2P7ZIndM/s1600-h/Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqSF9tf4EI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BRo2P7ZIndM/s320/Picture+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249668946816131138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back to vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqSym_8a1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/e5BPA32dgyY/s1600-h/Picture+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqSym_8a1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/e5BPA32dgyY/s320/Picture+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249669713813597010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Spent some time doing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Little gift for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqTQ-9N-yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k8JqohUH1Ec/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqTQ-9N-yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k8JqohUH1Ec/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249670235640691490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &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/4345561795303380804-1171634964879879496?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/1171634964879879496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=1171634964879879496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/1171634964879879496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/1171634964879879496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates-again.html' title='Updates again...'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SNqEt2S2sAI/AAAAAAAAACU/sFgfy2r4ujQ/s72-c/Picture+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-4595724711852662447</id><published>2008-09-21T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:41:45.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter why you did it, God loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter how you had reacted, God still loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter what caused you to do it, God loves you still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;His grace is sufficient for all things you can bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since you can survive previous ordeals, this time round, with God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all things are possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You will recover and see the beauty of His kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You will be renewed as you accept Him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You will have to trust Him for all to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He will not harm you, but He will be there with you no matter what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Trust and Believe He will heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do not be afraid as you are not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Even if nobody understands how you are feeling, God understands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He had gone through it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He will understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God loves you more than anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He had paid for your sins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Forgive yourself, forgive everybody who has hurt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They meant no harm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let go and you shall be set free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Trust that you will recover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Trust that you will be set free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Trust that all things are possible with Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God loves you alot and always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are strong and you have always been strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are now even stronger when you have God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Press on, face it with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are able to do it and you will recover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You will and you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4345561795303380804-4595724711852662447?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4595724711852662447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=4595724711852662447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4595724711852662447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4595724711852662447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-matter.html' title='No matter..'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-549512787621307685</id><published>2008-08-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:16:10.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad and the good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've read an article in 'my paper' that teaches us to treat our troubles as stepping stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and life's to look on the positive side of things, never give up, shake off the dirt and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a step further. I find it very meaningful. Will find some time to post it online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today's day was full of ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had a team meeting after lunch. To give some brief description, my team is made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5 persons including my boss. Other than my boss, 3 other colleagues have a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;different personality, background etc.. one of them joined the company 3 days later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;than me. Quite surprisingly, the other 2 colleagues did not take leave from the beginning of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;year till recent month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Our boss wanted us to discuss on our procedures, yet it became a session of personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;attack on my performance. Basically, i think i'm improving. I was commented by the new gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that my folder is very complicated and even requested me to be like her, creating the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;same folder to store her stuffs. I feel that she doesn't seem to know that i'm doing alot of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stuffs myself, unlike her. She even said, ''When i'm covering for both of them, things are ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But when i'm covering for you, i don't know where to find''. Never mind, i'll with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;''Can you PLEASE archive your emails or do it DAILY?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;''My gosh, how i am to do that when my daily work is already so packed'', I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank God that my mentor helped me by saying that my clients seem to be having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the largest volume among the team. It's time for me to raise up the issues i had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel stabbed by this lady. When i'm having lunch with her, she seemed ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But in front of everybody, she seems to be claiming all credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I felt hurt by what she said. But i know i did my best at work, so i prayed about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;before going back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Miraculously, after this new gal went home, one of my colleagues told me that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;actually i'm doing a better job than the lady who handled this job before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was surprised to hear that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why would my colleague tell me that so suddenly when I'm feeling depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel that God place her to encourage me and I'm glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Btw, the new gal who stabbed me so hard is a Christian in name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4345561795303380804-549512787621307685?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/549512787621307685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=549512787621307685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/549512787621307685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/549512787621307685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-and-good.html' title='The bad and the good'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-3536987384268884345</id><published>2008-08-08T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:01:18.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uPdates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My new job is a huge transition for me.&lt;br /&gt;To study about derivatives is different from my real hands on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm not studying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job function requires me to do a lot of investigation on confirmation&lt;br /&gt;of settlement, discrepancies on trades, trade settlements, reconciliation of&lt;br /&gt;our equity breaks, mainly on swaps and options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i think the job scope should be quite ok, since i did something like that&lt;br /&gt;before, except different PRODUCTS.... Man, it's so DIFFERENT!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot tougher than cash. Cash is so much easier than derivatives.&lt;br /&gt;It prompted me to think whether if i'm smart enough to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since working for almost 7 weeks, i'm finally grasping the idea of what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Less questions asked, more work done alone. Good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this week i have been working late, but i'm glad cause i have cleared my&lt;br /&gt;ageing settlement breaks. :)&lt;br /&gt;I trust in Him, that He puts me here is definitely for a reason, for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i'm not doing well as others, but i hope to open my heart even bigger&lt;br /&gt;to accept the comments so that i can take it well, and will spur me to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;(Prayers needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that i learned from this experience:&lt;br /&gt;I always have to give my best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;be it in ppl r/s and at work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so that in the event that something fails, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;know you did your best. And when giving your best, you always feel satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's been really hard for people around me, i know myself for being moody at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank guys for praying for me, for coming down to have lunch with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;really feel so blessed that God place me here to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;get to know ya people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4345561795303380804-3536987384268884345?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3536987384268884345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=3536987384268884345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3536987384268884345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3536987384268884345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='uPdates'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-8183686435442923803</id><published>2008-08-08T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:41:56.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'you' , pls let me go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If i were to ask 'you' how regretted 'you' feel, 'you' may say 'you' don't feel that&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are 'you' so stubborn and hard hearted and so cool towards people?&lt;br /&gt;Why are 'you' so selfish that you keep placing yourself above others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During transition periods, 'you' keep appearing and pestering me.&lt;br /&gt;It seems wherever i go, i do, is all known by 'you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a place i can hide forever from 'you'?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be as far away as i can from 'you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4345561795303380804-8183686435442923803?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8183686435442923803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=8183686435442923803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/8183686435442923803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/8183686435442923803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-pls-let-me-go.html' title='&apos;you&apos; , pls let me go'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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-4345561795303380804.post-6386493459816686523</id><published>2008-06-28T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:31:05.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God is with me since young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never would i expect myself to be a Christian when i was younger.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sure that i had made hurtful comments on being a Christian or&lt;br /&gt;perhaps to the outside world, they may refer as 'Holy' or 'pushy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that when i was in my sec sch, i had a Science teacher&lt;br /&gt;who is a Christian. She offered to guide a group of students in Bible&lt;br /&gt;study( cell-group like). And i were one of the students. That was my first&lt;br /&gt;time knowing Him. Initially, it went on well. Gradually, as she moved&lt;br /&gt;towards telling us to have a relationship with Him, i backed off and&lt;br /&gt;stopped attending the bible study. At that time, i was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid of the worldly people,&lt;br /&gt;afraid of how my friends will see me if they know i'm a Christian,&lt;br /&gt;afraid that they may not befriend me after knowing,&lt;br /&gt;afraid that my parents will scold me,&lt;br /&gt;afraid of acknowledging His presence.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many 'afraid' in my heart that i forsake Him for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'Before I formed you in the womb I knew you...''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jeremiah 1:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, i believe that He knew that i will back off at that time.&lt;br /&gt;God is indescribable great. He knows it all, everything that has happened,&lt;br /&gt;is happening and will happen. Like a sermon preached by Pastor, He&lt;br /&gt;made use of my teacher to plant a seed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i had forsaken Him, God never fails to put at least 1 or 2 Christian&lt;br /&gt;friends around me in my sec sch, in my poly, in my work place. Through&lt;br /&gt;them, He is able to remind me that He is God. As i grew up, i started to&lt;br /&gt;change my thinkings, 'maybe being a Christian is not that scary after all'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my life is so messed up, pursuing only for the worldly needs&lt;br /&gt;and desires and a lot.Things turned very bad that it reached to a point where&lt;br /&gt;i felt like giving up my life. I can't even eat or sleep for around 2 mths. Everything&lt;br /&gt;that i ate was just a quarter of my normal meals. From a happy bubbly gal,&lt;br /&gt;i become someone so depressing, losing her sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;I felt no love from anyone. Even though i know that my family loves me, but&lt;br /&gt;it was not enough! I was too hurt that no one could fill the love in me or&lt;br /&gt;maybe i cant feel the love from others. My colleagues and good friends&lt;br /&gt;tried to comfort me, accompanied me so that i will not keep thinking about&lt;br /&gt;the bad stuffs. Though i know they are showing concern for me, but i still can't&lt;br /&gt;feel much love from them. Am i expecting too much? However, i really&lt;br /&gt;thanked them for standing beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months later, things become slightly better, but i'm a different person,&lt;br /&gt;someone without smiles, without happiness. Everyday is just work and&lt;br /&gt;work and work. One day, i msg Kallang. It's quite weird. Truthfully, Karen&lt;br /&gt;and i weren't as close as compared to other colleagues. Even since she&lt;br /&gt;left, i seldom keep in contact with her. But i just wanted to message her and&lt;br /&gt;meet her to see how she is now and some catch up sessions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, God was in the midst of our conversations. She invited me to church.&lt;br /&gt;During that week, i actually sms her if i can go this sat. This is all His doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Why would i sms her that msg when i knew that in the past, i had forsaken&lt;br /&gt;Him?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God has His own plans, His timings for everything. I remembered the&lt;br /&gt;first time i attended the service. I felt His children's love for Him. Was touched&lt;br /&gt;by them. I was wondering what keep them yearning more for God?&lt;br /&gt;So it prompted me to keep going to know more about Him.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite receptive to the sermons, perhaps due to the seed planted inside&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;I felt that God is speaking to me through the sermons. I started to think how&lt;br /&gt;God has His plans for me to be here. It's very comforting to realize how He&lt;br /&gt;guided me here through such a big roundabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even since accepting Him as my Lord and Saviour, I know that He's&lt;br /&gt;there. I can depend on Him for everything because He can turn&lt;br /&gt;situations around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Psalms 147:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has healed me, maybe it's still an ongoing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that i once asked Karen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' Hmm, u think God will forgive me cos i forsake Him once?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Yes, He will''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that this time i will never forsake Him again because He&lt;br /&gt;has never left me alone before and will never forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that He is definitely more than happy to have me back&lt;br /&gt;though it takes a longer route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-6386493459816686523?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6386493459816686523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=6386493459816686523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/6386493459816686523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/6386493459816686523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-is-with-me-since-young.html' title='God is with me since young'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-2741753114131369409</id><published>2008-06-16T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:47:57.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunno leh??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a day plus, the results will be known.&lt;br /&gt;*__*&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard sometimes to learn to trust God, that i may&lt;br /&gt;want to do it my way.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even trust myself, my judgment, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to press on in everything i do. For a setback that&lt;br /&gt;i overcame, it made me stronger and increasing my tolerance&lt;br /&gt;limits. God has a purpose for everyone, plans to prosper us, not&lt;br /&gt;to harm us. But each setback that i've been through, i have to&lt;br /&gt;suffer some hurting stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past hurts have not gone away. Whenever i see things&lt;br /&gt;repeating itself, i'm afraid of taking a step more. I'm afraid that&lt;br /&gt;what happens in the past will repeat itself all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I keep questioning if i'm not good enough for everything, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Is that the reason that things keep falling back to square one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God teaches us to keep away from worldly desires. But i see people&lt;br /&gt;pursuing those desires and fall away from Him. I pray that i won't be&lt;br /&gt;one when i start working. I definitely do agree that i'm someone&lt;br /&gt;quite 'happening' in the past, and i do want to change. I wonder if i'm&lt;br /&gt;able to.&lt;br /&gt;God, when will these end? or will these end in the 1st place?&lt;br /&gt;or i just have to take it as it is?&lt;br /&gt;There's so many giants/mountains that i need to overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-2741753114131369409?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2741753114131369409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=2741753114131369409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2741753114131369409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2741753114131369409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/06/dunno-leh.html' title='Dunno leh??'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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-4345561795303380804.post-4273536056121350376</id><published>2008-06-15T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:04:05.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week will be a total new beginning of my life, i'll be starting a new phase ...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully results are favorable..&lt;br /&gt;Quite excited yet worried about my new job, unsure if i'm able to handle the tasks at work.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wish to work late)&lt;br /&gt;It has been 5mths since my last job. At this moment, i'm not sure if i'm prepared for work.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i can't slack anymore, since i had ended my exams, i must go to work....&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for His providence of a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a new start, new job goes with new hairdo...&lt;br /&gt;Da Dang, it's a new physical me, same psychological me.&lt;br /&gt;I have already received comments from mum that i look old...haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SFVJOTkrnjI/AAAAAAAAACM/MTeilruEVGw/s1600-h/new+hairdo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SFVJOTkrnjI/AAAAAAAAACM/MTeilruEVGw/s320/new+hairdo+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212152653872340530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, life still goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-4273536056121350376?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4273536056121350376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=4273536056121350376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4273536056121350376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4273536056121350376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-start.html' title='A new start'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SFVJOTkrnjI/AAAAAAAAACM/MTeilruEVGw/s72-c/new+hairdo+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-3319701619930081697</id><published>2008-06-11T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:12:33.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Thank you Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is a GOOD day!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found a job.hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Good Job and a Good 'him'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the hurt i caused him.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not practicing the work of love on him at times.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not being forgiving towards him.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being such a bad tempered gal towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for making things work out between us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for blessing us with such a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for showering us with Your love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for speaking to him.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this event that happened to both of us to make&lt;br /&gt;me want to work things out with him.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the patience You gave me during these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for abundance of love to be topped up within us, pray that&lt;br /&gt;we renew our relationship and with You. I pray that we continue to&lt;br /&gt;trust and have faith in You that U will help us through. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Lord for the events between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for blessing me with wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends for encouraging me when i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for comforting me for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for pointing out my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of thank you will make up for this, but can only&lt;br /&gt;say a big 'THANK YOU' to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4345561795303380804-3319701619930081697?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3319701619930081697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=3319701619930081697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3319701619930081697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3319701619930081697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you Lord'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-2617231772919669927</id><published>2008-06-06T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:52:23.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*______*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maybe when the end starts counting, you feel happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maybe when the end starts counting, only then i realise how important you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maybe it's too late to change when the end starts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maybe it's just meant to end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maybe let me be the one to heal you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;let me be the one standing beside you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;let me be the one reaching out for you in the midst of crowds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;let me be the one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Let us work things out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4345561795303380804-2617231772919669927?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2617231772919669927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=2617231772919669927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2617231772919669927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2617231772919669927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='*______*'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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-4345561795303380804.post-3508969011404273306</id><published>2008-06-06T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:07:30.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Went to Singapore Flyer last Sunday, took some photos, and still photos.&lt;br /&gt;The view was magnificent. Frankly, i was a little scared initially as i'm afraid of&lt;br /&gt;heights and cable car rides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos that i had taken that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElHVUfEArI/AAAAAAAAABU/jzTC73L5Tdk/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElHVUfEArI/AAAAAAAAABU/jzTC73L5Tdk/s200/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208772875632509618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElHq0fEAsI/AAAAAAAAABc/TCmQC_xyTIM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElHq0fEAsI/AAAAAAAAABc/TCmQC_xyTIM/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208773244999697090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                              Taken near the entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElH-UfEAtI/AAAAAAAAABk/xMExeSAUvNo/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElH-UfEAtI/AAAAAAAAABk/xMExeSAUvNo/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208773580007146194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; As you can see, there's a reflection' in this photo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                                             Hee, i'm not a pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElInUfEAuI/AAAAAAAAABs/sfQ1w7fkIzE/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElInUfEAuI/AAAAAAAAABs/sfQ1w7fkIzE/s320/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208774284381782754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  View taken at the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElJCUfEAvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PykcE2C1EHQ/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElJCUfEAvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PykcE2C1EHQ/s320/Picture+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208774748238250738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    Us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElJ1EfEAxI/AAAAAAAAACE/4nZNPn7vPaw/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElJ1EfEAxI/AAAAAAAAACE/4nZNPn7vPaw/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208775620116611858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                                       Thank you for that trip:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It has been quite a busy and stressful month due to my exams. But I'm glad cause it's OVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks for the prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another thing to pray for is my job. Thank God for the interviews He gave me. And also, 2nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;round of interview for both banks. According to the Hr, this will be the determining one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was very surprised that one of the bank called me for 2nd interview cause i was half an hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;late! yes, late! That morning was really bad, had some family problems affecting me and i took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a cab, yet met a massive jam from cte to bukit timah. At that time, I'm losing all my hopes cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i feel that being punctual is so important for interviews( though I'm always late for other events), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and i screwed up. Thank God for kallang , Gh trying to talk things out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When i reached there, i kept apologizing to the Hr. Thank God that she says 'it's alright, don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;let this affect me'. Was quite encouraged by her and during a few minutes before the interviewers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;came, made a prayer. It took about 1 hour, tough interview, keep bombarding me with questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;relating to compliance, processes, improvements. The question commonly asked popped up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ' strengths and weaknesses?' AWW, i don't like this question. I told them that i worry unduly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One of the lady replied:'Is it because you have high expectations of yourself?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was stunned, but quickly replied saying it's more like motivating myself, stuffs like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was quite surprised that she said i have high expectations, cause usually heard that from people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;who know me quite well. Quite afraid that i may leave her bad impression due to this' high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;expectation'. Personally, i feel that having high expectations is good but pushing too hard may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;be too much. That is a weakness that i see myself pushing too hard that i become very depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i fall down. So i think when they know that u have high expectations may not be that good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;after all. It really depends on how fast you pick up. But thank God, i managed to earn their trust in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; going for 2nd round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Whether i pass or fail this round, i lift it up to God. I will try to do my best and i believe that He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; will do what He thinks is best for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still struggling with other problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God, please change me not to say hurting words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Change me to cherish what i have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Change me to accept the person for who he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Change me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;/span&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/4345561795303380804-3508969011404273306?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3508969011404273306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=3508969011404273306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3508969011404273306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3508969011404273306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-updates.html' title='More Updates...'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SElHVUfEArI/AAAAAAAAABU/jzTC73L5Tdk/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-2269921850804637367</id><published>2008-05-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:22:45.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been really busy studying over my papers. Despite the busy schedule,&lt;br /&gt;God made me see things from a different perspective. From my previous&lt;br /&gt;posts, perhaps you would realise that i've been worrying about my studies,&lt;br /&gt;especially future job on whether it will be able to support my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallang was offered a permanent job. She was initially rejected by the&lt;br /&gt;company when it was offering a contract job. But, PTL! When the company&lt;br /&gt;require a perm staff, she was selected. Prayers work! Prayer is a tool to&lt;br /&gt;communicate with Him. God planned such a good timing for her. Knowing&lt;br /&gt;that she needs a perm job, He gave her a perm position at a place she wants&lt;br /&gt;to be instead of a contract position. Who knows, once a perm position, more&lt;br /&gt;things come falling in place. Shelter and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even, for Gh, God has been faithful. Though i feel that he's having some bad&lt;br /&gt;experiences from current job. But God provide him with interviews from the&lt;br /&gt;industry he wanted to be in recently. And, something worth to think about it,&lt;br /&gt;after around 2 months in his current job, (still feeling upset about his job&lt;br /&gt;sometimes) his mentor and superior suddenly came to tell and encourage&lt;br /&gt;him that they found him to be a good worker with high productivity. Why&lt;br /&gt;would they do this so sudden and why would the interviews be here after&lt;br /&gt;2 months of not looking for job?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that maybe God is encouraging him through people&lt;br /&gt;around him and He's definitely performing works in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I began to think if the same thing will happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that He will provide me with a job that suits my current needs.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i feel that He may bring us around 'the world', meaning that&lt;br /&gt;what we want, we may not get it. He will provide us with what we need.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, we may get what we want. Guess it also helps us to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;the job or situation that we are in.Though sometimes i feel low about things&lt;br /&gt;happening around me, I trust that He will help me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For me, been trying to send out some resumes, but not much response from them.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i'm quite disturbed by it. In addition, due to my ongoing exam, it has&lt;br /&gt;added more stress to me. However, through both of them, God changed my&lt;br /&gt;perceptions on keep worrying about my job. Should concentrate on my&lt;br /&gt;exams first. Then about job. It's all about His Timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, it's still news of China on our daily reports. My heart goes all out&lt;br /&gt;for them. Like what pastor has shared, all of us are so blessed to be in&lt;br /&gt;Singapore. Singapore being a good geographical location. However, we should&lt;br /&gt;not take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see tears of heart pain, tears of touching moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whenever i see photos of those kids who are trapped, died due to the earthquake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel sad for them. Their parents must be so sad cause it's so hard to bring up&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;child. All their efforts have gone down to drain. Imagine their moms conceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their child from one little small dot in the ultrasound scan to small foetus to babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to young teens. Their children are part of their lives, yet are already gone from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;them. The loss of one child is unbearable, and it's even more tough when so &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many children and families are gone. Some people could be the only one alive&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;their whole family(including those relatives). Some kids are so traumatized&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;they cannot speak. Parents are so grieved over their loss of spouse,&lt;br /&gt;children. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;However, through this incident, we can see love within people. Everybody&lt;br /&gt;is trying to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;save one and one and one more. People sending food to those people&lt;br /&gt;whose &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;homeland has been destroyed. This is so wonderful. When people are&lt;br /&gt;weak, they &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;will be so touched  that others are showing so much love to them.&lt;br /&gt;This really &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;encourage them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God, i pray for the people in China. I pray that You place more people around&lt;br /&gt;them &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to extend Your love to them. I pray that they will know the Truth, will understand&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;meaning of real love. I pray that you heal their hearts and open their hearts to&lt;br /&gt;you and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;let them know You'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We must really learn to appreciate people around us. You never &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;know when would be&lt;br /&gt;the last time you see them. Thank God for my wonderful &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;parents. Up till today,  I&lt;br /&gt;still desire hugs from mummy. I know they still treat me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;like a little gal. Some people&lt;br /&gt;find it hard to say 'i love u' to parents, find that it's mushy. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But what if they never get&lt;br /&gt;to hear it even if they are gone. By then, it may be too late. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recently, a friend's&lt;br /&gt;dad passed away. Felt sad for her. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If it happens to me, i know i will break down.&lt;br /&gt;However, if they are with the Lord, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i know that they are going to a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God, thank you for providing me with a good family. I pray for my family. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I pray that&lt;br /&gt;You will change their way of thinkings through me or even through &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;other Christian&lt;br /&gt;friends around them I pray that more Christian friends to be &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;placed in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that You will open their hearts and draw attention to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you. In Jesus name, Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Mummy and my beloved        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SDjoqnJLXPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SH64akDMtFk/s1600-h/mummynmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SDjoqnJLXPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SH64akDMtFk/s320/mummynmi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204165188186234098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;       Bro and mi        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SDjoeHJLXNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zePEcIG7aVc/s1600-h/bromi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SDjoeHJLXNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zePEcIG7aVc/s320/bromi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204164973437869266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;                                                                                     Dad and mum and mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SDjpLXJLXQI/AAAAAAAAABE/GzIk5z9B1e0/s1600-h/dadmum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SDjpLXJLXQI/AAAAAAAAABE/GzIk5z9B1e0/s320/dadmum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204165750826949890" 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/4345561795303380804-2269921850804637367?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2269921850804637367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=2269921850804637367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2269921850804637367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2269921850804637367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/05/gods-timing.html' title='God&apos;s Timing'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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/_kcXUjYIDEgs/SDjoqnJLXPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SH64akDMtFk/s72-c/mummynmi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-4493850461182329540</id><published>2008-05-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:33:44.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Things have not been going too smoothly for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A lot of things happening around me that really make me ponder what i should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Definitely not feeling very happy with the issues that i'm dealing with, adding to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stress that i've been trying to cope with my coming exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Really gotta pray for me that i'll be able to give my best in exams instead of slacking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A lot of things may not be what it seems to be. Trying to give up some stuffs but cant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bear to. Trying to work things out but seems so hard. Yes, real hard for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Different issues came popping into my mind, what should i do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Feel like placing them at the back of my mind cause i have something more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;important to work on it. My exams!! The rest of the things, I'm gonna close one eye about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;them. ONE EYE!! That does not mean i'll forget but will try to give in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Been asking myself if i did the correct things all this while. I'm not so sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm afraid that things will not turn out well. I'm afraid that same old stuffs happen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know that i may not be able to survive this fall. But the difference is , I have God with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Therefore, i'm trying hard. What has happened is unbearable, yet i must be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to overcome, to face my GIANT. GIGANTIC GIANT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When i try to work things out, another issue came along. Different issues keep popping into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my life. Sometimes, i feel i'm lacking of strength to continue.  I feel weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Enough said about the teary stuff, some interesting things do happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For people who go to Lucky Plaza to buy things, pls listen and be extra careful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Last weekend, GH and i went there to buy the phone's pouch. As usual, we walked around and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;asked about the varieties that they have and the price range. There's a shop that is just at located &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;middle staircase of Lucky Plaza. (on the right side as you walked down the stairs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The sales person was dishonest. Gh went to open the package of the phone while the sales person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;took out other types of pouches to let him see and explained to him. Obviously, Gh wasn't paying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;attention to him as he's not interested in those types so he continued to open the package. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When Gh asked him how much, the person said:''$99!''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sheeeeet, that's so expensive. Furthermore, the previous dealers that we went sold for around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;30+ to 50+.  The sales person was out to cheat us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So Gh said :" HUH, den i dun wan le'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sales person said:'' Wah, den how to sell?? You opened already leh!!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gh:'' Sorry, I helped you put back lo.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sales person: '' Dun need la!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The person gave him a look and Gh walked off. I followed Gh after i recovered from my shock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A bit slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; That look frightened me, up till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was so worried at that time. I know that those type of people are not up to any good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If at that time, what if he pulled us back and demand payment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank God that nothing bad happened to both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(something to learn: Do not anyhow open the package of their stuff till you ask the sales person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do ask the price before opening) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*FYI, Gh got it at $27, thanks to me cos i bargained with the sales person. HAHA!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/4345561795303380804-4493850461182329540?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4493850461182329540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=4493850461182329540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4493850461182329540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4493850461182329540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/05/recent-stuff.html' title='Recent Stuff'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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-4345561795303380804.post-1350313190748312364</id><published>2008-05-01T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:33:57.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth vs Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;do we know the person is telling the truth or saying lies to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is difficult to understand. Supposedly if saying out the truth will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hurt the person, will you say it? Or saying out the truth will cause everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that you will build on to collapse, will you say it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guess it's really dependent on the circumstances. For me, i rather say the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;truth than to let the person knows that i'm lying. Living with lies is tough, as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a lie needs more lies to cover up. Even though truth may hurt, but we gotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bear with it as this is what that has been done and can never be erased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I  feel that lies may lead to cheat. One lie may lead to another, eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to cheating. I believe everybody is bound to have said some lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To what extent is a lie good? A white lie? I think that a white lie is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when it's able to solve certain issues. However, it may not be that effective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;if the original lie has been discovered. Difficult to understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not sure if this is the correct thinking though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who can heal my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No one but my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who can take my pain away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No one but Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who can fill the vacuum in my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Only you, my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who will carry me when i'm down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, I know You will. My Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God, I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More of Your grace and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More of Your forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More of Your peace and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4345561795303380804-1350313190748312364?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/1350313190748312364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=1350313190748312364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/1350313190748312364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/1350313190748312364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth-vs-lies.html' title='Truth vs Lies'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-6882065528361809825</id><published>2008-04-28T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:47:17.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last sunday, GH and i went to Pariss to have a dinner buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quite fun, our 1st international buffet. Hmm, he don't really seem to enjoy the seafood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But i enjoyed.. He loves the dessert -Pandan cheesecake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It seems like a weird combination but it's delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;After dinner, we went to the Singapore Flyer. Yupyupyup. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But we did not take the ride... Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Due to no cameras, not the right time... :( I believe the time will come and i'll wait for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it's a GOOD day. I felt that, the outing made me think/re-check our relationship, about the good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and bad times, about how we work things out, about where we stand and our future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A thought came into my mind when i'm thinking all these stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's important that i 'check' on my relationship with God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how He draws me to Him, whether i am living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the way that God wants me to live in, doing things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that will bring Him glory, seeking Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And if not, then I should change and live by His word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One critical thing i should do to bring Him glory is to do my best in exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes i do feel like giving up, but God gave me strength to push myself to keep studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you, Lord.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-6882065528361809825?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6882065528361809825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=6882065528361809825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/6882065528361809825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/6882065528361809825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-4326523306845636836</id><published>2008-04-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:57:09.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tearing Uncontrollably?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last saturday, i experienced this 'tearing'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Touched by His unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How He brought me to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How He comforted me when i'm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How He speaks to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My God, so great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forgave me for what i've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Redeemed me from my sins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And gave me a new life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Opening my heart to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beginning to show more of Him to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teaching and guiding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thank Him for what He has done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-4326523306845636836?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4326523306845636836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=4326523306845636836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4326523306845636836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/4326523306845636836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-3736994096165111204</id><published>2008-04-14T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T03:21:07.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm falling sick again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, it's flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quite worried about my exams, future job hunting, family and friends. Not sure if i'm able to take care of them. Anyway, keep worrying about these things will not provide me with solutions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I told myself:' Gotta work hard, and pray that God will help me with my worries...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do not worry about tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow will worry about its own things.&lt;br /&gt;Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.&lt;br /&gt;- Matthew 6:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recently, i met up with some friends from poly. Feel good meeting up with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; felt that, time seemed to have gone back to those poly days, especially my 7 meals per day. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It was really a good catching up with them, chatting about work, life, relationships, ex classmates and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They were glad that I'm a Christian now and were happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, one saddening news that i've heard is that, one of my friends backslided.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly to say, grew away from God. I remembered that in our school days, she's always going to church weekly, worshipping God and often heard her praising God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But now, due to her tight schedule at work and her r/s with bf, she has stopped going to church. Her bf is not a Christian, doesn't seem to like her to attend church services.&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, i'm in no position to judge a person, to control someone's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The question is,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;do you think it's worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even though i take some time to warm up to people, but going to church, cell groups are like having fellowships with others. Its good that you let them know what u are going through, let them pray for u and vice versa, so that all of us will grow spiritually in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like to let her know that it's never too late to turn back to God again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other,&lt;br /&gt;or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other.&lt;br /&gt;- Matthew 6:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Return, you backsliding children,&lt;br /&gt;And i will heal your backslidings. ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed we do come to you,&lt;br /&gt;for You are the Lord our God.&lt;br /&gt;- Jeremiah 3:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-3736994096165111204?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3736994096165111204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=3736994096165111204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3736994096165111204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/3736994096165111204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345561795303380804.post-2193341891999873147</id><published>2008-04-08T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:24:50.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thOughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Memories are formed through the experiences we have gone through in the past. Good or Bad? It depends on which stand you take. Life will never always be filled with good experiences as it seems to me that it's always the bad experiences that make me learn from my mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;And these memories are often brought back because of things that you recently heard, said or thought. I once made this prayer 'Dear God, pls help me to get rid of my bad memories and experiences...'. Gradually, I realised that bad memories/experiences are stuffs that we kept in the bottom of our heart. They wont go away, as they are there in our hearts for us to remember and remind ourselves never to take that wrong step again. What matters most is that we got to jump out of our bad experiences and get on with our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I thank God for teaching me that what i have been through is not the end of the world, as it's only the beginning of my life to know Him. God helped and guided me through my darkest period and finally leading me to light. My world once collapsed, and i thought that i will never get up. But He changed me. Even though i'm hurt and afraid, but i know He's healing me and will always be there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;God gave me a new life and hope and purpose for me. And the best thing is, He is still changing me and i know that He will continue to guide and direct to the path He knows what's best for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;And lean not on your own understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;In all ways acknowledge Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;And He shall direct your paths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;- Proverbs 3:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;I'm learning to lift things up to God, though sometimes may fail as i may want to solve them myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Initially, i thought that God may not understand/know what i'm going through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;But I'm WRONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;God knows it ALL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Whatever good things, bad things we have done, He knows about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Therefore, we need to lift all our plans, worries, everything to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A man's heart plans his ways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;But the Lord directs his steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;- Proverbs 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Without His guidance and direction, I wouldn't have known what could have become of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you for showing grace and love towards me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you for loving me for who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you for being there when i'm down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you for changing me and letting me being able to view things from a different perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lord, i pray that i'll continue to grow in Your Hands, knowing U more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I pray that U continue to change me, change my perceptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;In Jesus name, Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345561795303380804-2193341891999873147?l=pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2193341891999873147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4345561795303380804&amp;postID=2193341891999873147' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2193341891999873147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345561795303380804/posts/default/2193341891999873147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigletzluvchoco.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts.html' title='thOughts'/><author><name>ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304084128523541838</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
