<?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-9289650</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:40:59.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>***PiGlEt***</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9289650.post-6801853480608971249</id><published>2009-06-25T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:35:14.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed someone who live in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It had been 2 years since I had stopped updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, I went to my blog and this reminds me that whenever I think of that guy, perhaps I can write it down. Whenever I log in to Facebook, I will always search for he, to see what he is doing. As I know he will update photos or write something to share with all his friends. Maybe I am just unable to let go of him after 1 month plus of break up. He keeps asking me to let go but this is not just a few words and you will be able to let go. I believe when you are reading this post, your first response is: time will heal everything but how long will it take for me to let go of him totally? I do not know how much tears I had shed for him? When I had started to love him slowly, he wants to give up this relationship. I just do not understand why things do not work up the way I want it to be. We used to be a loving couple and I thought this will last forever. Things started to change when he started attending school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought I just think too much and we started having quarrel very often till one day he can’t take it that I doubt him and he asked for a break up. If that day I can control my temper and do not pick a fight with him, I am sure we will be a loving couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night before I go to bed, I will hug the teddy bear that he had given it to me. It is not an ordinary teddy bear but in fact this teddy bear has a meaning. It means that from that day he gave this teddy bear to me, he will love me and will not let me go. This is the day he had decided to love me. This teddy bear has a birthday and it is name under me, she is called Joy. Joy is a very cute teddy bear that I love her to bits. Whenever I am feeling down or miss him, I will hug her and talks to her. Seeing Joy will make me feel that he is beside me. Honestly speaking, I was touched by his action. When I look at the teddy bear, I will start to think of him and giving myself false hope that he will come back to me. Why will I have this kind of thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he still has feeling for me and will come back to me, I always believe that things happen for a reason. When it had happened, you must think of ways to solve it but don’t dwell for too long. However I had been dwelling on it and giving myself false hope he will be back. Is our love not strong enough to outstands any obstacles? Don’t underestimate the power of love, as long as you still love him, any problems or matter can be solved. But why we can’t solve it together and why must he leave him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because he know that he will be very busy and he will not have time for me, he choose to give up on this relationship, I remember he once told me that, he want to have a girlfriend only when he has the ability to take care of her, if not he will not commit to a relationship. I hope this is what he is thinking and if we are meant to be together, no matter how far we are, we will still end up being together. Perhaps, this is a test set for us, to let both of us understand each other further before we set to this relationship again. Am I being too naïve to keep thinking he will come back to me again? I hope I am not but on the other hand, I think I am. So what shall I do now? Should I continue waiting or simple just let go off him. He is a very stubborn guy, once he had made a decision, nothing will change his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wish him all the best and no matter what, I hope we will still be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-6801853480608971249?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/6801853480608971249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=6801853480608971249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/6801853480608971249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/6801853480608971249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2009/06/missed-someone-who-live-in-my-heart.html' title='Missed someone who live in my heart'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-2536364588686909026</id><published>2007-11-26T23:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:53:58.307+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Many things had happened to me recently. This makes me have no mood to blog. Anyway, friends come and go in our lives so what if they seldom get in contact with, they were once part of your life. This is where memories become priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still has to go on but I believe true friends will stay with you. As times goes on, I feel sad that I am leaving Clouet as my contact is going to end soon. I know life still goes on but working there for several months, we have the bonding and now leaving them, naturally you will feel sad. Time will heal everything. In life, we must learn to let go when the time is ripe, then we will know how to treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every stage of your life, we will know different kind of friends, but at least we once know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly why do I feel so emotion, I should be happy that during this period of life, I had made some friends there and every body treat me nice. They treat me like a little girl since I am the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I think I will update again tml cause it’s time for me to sleep as I need to work tomorrow. Good night and sweet dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-2536364588686909026?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/2536364588686909026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=2536364588686909026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/2536364588686909026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/2536364588686909026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/11/many-things-had-happened-to-me-recently_1903.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-1894113937279895924</id><published>2007-10-26T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:54:35.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce, your perfect pet is a Dog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello, Rover! There are no bones about it: You'd be great with a four-legged friend by your side. Friendly and active, just like a pup, you live life to the fullest, and you are happiest when you're living it with people you love. From tossing Frisbees in the park to unwinding during a car ride, you could use a loyal everyday pal to roam with.More of a pack animal than a solitary creature, you're usually known as the group motivator. And people love that you've always got enough energy to take on any challenge that comes your way. Now, the trick is just finding the right breed. Woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/kindofpet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-1894113937279895924?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/1894113937279895924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=1894113937279895924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1894113937279895924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1894113937279895924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/10/joyce-your-perfect-pet-is-dog-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-1290535771886394995</id><published>2007-10-18T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:55:20.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am updating this blog during my lunch break again. We are lunching in again as its going to rain, at the same time; Denise’s leg is injured so it’s better to be safe that we eat in than go out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to update for today as work today seems okay and no body bully me, you know who I am referring to. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish my lunch and Suma, the Indian lady suddenly come over and talk to me telling me I take a very long time to eat finish my lunch. I was thinking, I eat slow, it’s also none of your business. Am I evil, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-1290535771886394995?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/1290535771886394995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=1290535771886394995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1290535771886394995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1290535771886394995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-updating-this-blog-during-my-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-2552762210079482687</id><published>2007-10-17T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:46:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; am seriously wondering why do some people in this world is so selfish. I know people normally care about themselves but come on, they are your friends and some people have to give up their sleep just to touch up on their part while others can sleep early or maybe do their own stuff. We never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should not write this post but anger is on my head and I need to release it out and I am not that kind of person who can bottle everything to myself. Even if I can, I will post this as I want to remember it when I had calm down. This is a serious case so I must no matter how announce to the whole world. Hey, come on, don’t you think what you had done is really overboard. All you know is care about yourselves; you are human being, so are others. Your school fee is damm cheap leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person’s particular will be kept confidential as this is to protect her identify. Can you imagine I am writing this post during my lunch break. We are lunching in is due to the rain but anyway perhaps we are just plain lazy to go out to eat. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to go off as I do not want to continue writing this post. I want my sleep but after lunch I am too full to take a short nap. Read newspaper? Too bad, they are taken by some one in my company to read and they will only return it back after the lunch break. So how am I going to read, I have no choice but to read it at home. All my news is not updated at all. I feel so sad for myself. Joyce is no longer knowledgeable anymore. Hahahah, Joyce is so thick skin. This is my blog, I can write anything that I like. Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-2552762210079482687?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/2552762210079482687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=2552762210079482687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/2552762210079482687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/2552762210079482687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-seriously-wondering-why-do-some.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-1495239995523120002</id><published>2007-10-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:46:24.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the second time I update my blog during my lunch break (12th Oct). The reason is simple; Denise is meeting her boyfriend to have lunch. Crystal is joining in as one of my colleague, Helen is getting married in Malaysia, in November so all four of them are discussing in detail on how they are going to bully the groom if I am not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am in the office to update this post. They will be back after 2. Initially I was rather sad that I will have to eat alone but think twice, I can write this juicy new in my blog, isn’t this a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (10th Oct), I met up with Chrissie; I was surprised that Eehwa and Christie are here to have dinner with both of us. We meet at AMK Hub after I had finished work. We ate pepper lunch for dinner. The whole dinner I was busy laughing, I think I am sick but I really can’t recall what is so funny that makes me laugh the whole dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, Eehwa and Christie left as they need to go home to finish their project or homework. They have a lot of things to do so they can’t stay for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-1495239995523120002?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/1495239995523120002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=1495239995523120002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1495239995523120002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1495239995523120002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-second-time-i-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-3537204302513862854</id><published>2007-10-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:43:03.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the first time I update my blog at the office openly during my lunch time (8th Oct). All thanks to the heavy rain that makes us have no choice but to lunch in. suddenly I want to update my blog with useless stuff but unfortunately nothing come to my mind. All I want to do is to update and tell everybody I am using my lunch time to write this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have nothing to look forward after work as currently no body want to date me out. Friends, come and date me and makes me have something to look forward after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several weeks, my friends and I wanted to visit Sujan’s baby boy but all of us can’t accommodate me as I wanted weekends instead of weekdays. My working place is not very accessible to town except my house. Even if I want to go PS, the journey takes me about an hour plus. It takes me going to an hour to reach home after work. So it’s not that I do not want to go out on weekdays but I really do not want all my friends to wait for me for too long just for the sake of dinner and after a while, time for us to go home or should I say, catch the last bus or train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to meet especially on Friday as I do not need to care about going home late or worry that tomorrow need to work. I can sleep late on weekends as time is on my side, I can go out at any time of the day, see, and weekends are better right? Joyce is giving excuses again; she is trying to convince all her friends that her logic works. (Laughing out loud).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to go already, time for me to start work. I will update when I have the time. I will be back, hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-3537204302513862854?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/3537204302513862854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=3537204302513862854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/3537204302513862854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/3537204302513862854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-first-time-i-update-my-blog-at_13.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-3318237704040639880</id><published>2007-10-07T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:41:00.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It’s weekend again. I love weekends especially Saturday. Yesterday after work, I went to city hall to meet Ee hwa for dinner. As usual, we took a very long time to finish our dinner. After dinner we heed home, as it is quite late already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alighted at Bugis and bus 130 and 145 makes me wait very long, I almost dozed off. I reached home at about 1130 pm plus. Initially I was looking forward to help my friend, crystal to solve her statistics homework so after my shower I took my statistics to read it, hopefully I am able to solve it. However I begin to feel sleepy facing the computer screen, I told myself I must hang on so that I can send to her as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Chrissie that I cannot take in through MSN and she ask me to continue tomorrow. Sad to say, I listen to her and sign off MSN but I am not that easily get defeated so I continue to read the statistics textbook and hopefully I can manage to solve her problem. I slept at 2 plus and I even told myself, I can only sleep for 5 hours and continue till I gad finish the entire question. Guess what, I wake up at 9am plus, I was shocked when I look at the clock. How can I not be able to hear the alarm clock! I quickly wash up and continue the question but none I can do. I was so angry with myself. Get A for nothing, my A is to bluff people. Damm it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, I’m so sorry that I can’t help you with your statistics. I hope you do not mind at all. When you thanks me in sms, I was so guilty that I did not manage to help you in any way, I am sure you must be feeling sad right, though you did not tell me in sms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, I am very determined to learn statistics as I believe what I had learnt in diploma is the basic level. Hope I will succeed this mission. (Laughing out loud).&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/9289650-3318237704040639880?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/3318237704040639880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=3318237704040639880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/3318237704040639880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/3318237704040639880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-weekend-again.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-7752178983362195758</id><published>2007-10-01T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T15:12:34.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Today I meet Chrissie to have lunch at Far East plaza. We decided to eat subway but to my disappointment, their services suck to the max. They are supposed to give you sauce but they did not and when u ask them for it, they only give you for the sake of giving it. When you look at the sauce on the bread, the sauce is very little, and Chrissie told me that they might as well don’t give us if they are so unhappy about it. I agree with her totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sister (Christie) came and joins us for lunch. When I alight at Far East Plaza, Chrissie was sitting at the bus stop waiting for me, what amuse me is that both of us wear the same clothes and, we are like twins. I remember last time when we took neo print, her mother say both of us look alike, and I thought her mother was kidding as we happen to wear the same pair of spectacles. Now her sister also says we look alike just because we wore the same clothes and pants. This is really joke of the day. I seriously think that we are not alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we take bus 5 to Tiong Bahru and switch train to Vivo city. During the journey, memorise of me going to school early in the morning flash on my mind. All of the sudden, I miss going to school and I envy them that they are students while I am working and can only goes to school next year. Some time after lesson, Chrissie and I will take bus 5 and alight at the opposite Far East Plaza and she will take bus 162 and I will take bus 124 home. Seriously speaking, I really missed the time I spent going home from school. When you lost those particular stuffs, you tend to treasure it more. This sentence really makes sense to me now. I hope next year will come faster so that I can be a student again. What makes me sad is that I need to celebrate my birthday first before I can be a student. This is a reality that nothing can change. It’s not that I don’t like my birthday to come faster, oh come on, who don’t like their birthday. Birthday comes once a year.  I will be a year older and till now I really have no idea how am I going to celebrate. I want to make it grand but I really have to idea yet. (Laughing out loud).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder whether I had made a silly mistake by not going to degree this year and choose to study next year. Based on my previous post, friends come and go, so maybe I will make new friends next year. Now what I can do is enjoying my honey moon, which is enjoys working life as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chrissie and 1 reach Tiong Bahru, we depart with Christie as she is going to west mall to meet her boyfriend, this means we are taking the opposite train to vivo city. During the journey, Chrissie told me we are cartoon, wearing the same clothes. Initially I find it uncomfortable but this shows that Chrissie and I have telepathy. Out of so many clothes we are fated to wear the same clothes, oh this is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go vivo city as the company that I am working now, Clouet Trading, is participating an event call the National Heart Fair if I am not wrong. Since we do not have any plans for that day, we decided to meet up and go there to take a look. It was a very hot day and worst both of us are wearing black tee, this makes it worst for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to look for Ayam Brand booth to find my colleague, Crystal as I know she will be there. When I saw her, she look very tired and her whole face is red like a tomato. She told me morning there are a lot of people so she did not have a lunch and I gave her my cookies that I bought from subway. I hope she had eaten it as I do not want her go hungry just for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stay here till 4plus as I need to rush home to attend my religion meeting at 5 but I know I will be late. What can I do? Late is better than I did not turn up right. Joyce is giving excuse to shield herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole Sunday is gone. Meeting from 5pm to about 10pm. Form 5 to 630pm is leaders meeting and there is a hour break for dinner and all 5 of us when downstairs to have our dinner before the 2nd half of the meeting commence. It start at 730pm to 930pm plus. By the time I reach home, it was already 1030 or slightly early. I had a tired and meaningful Sunday. What makes me sad is that tomorrow is Monday and this means I have to goes to work. Monday blues. Instead of resting for tomorrow, here I am, updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to sleep already. Good night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-7752178983362195758?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/7752178983362195758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=7752178983362195758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/7752178983362195758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/7752178983362195758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-meet-chrissie-to-have-lunch-at.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-1183342037166446864</id><published>2007-09-28T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:31:13.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a period of time I wanted to update my blog and when I am at home, I totally forgotten what to write, how to begin and this make me been dragging to write something either related to my working life or personal stuffs. To be honest with you, I really have no idea what I am writing till now. (Laughing out loud) I had learnt to give and take. I always believe that in every point of your life, friends come and go. For a period of time you might think that your current friends are very close with you as you see them in school often and you might have the feeling that we will keep in contact after we had graduated. Unfortunately, things don’t go your way. Your so called close friends had ignored you and pretend not to know you. I believe most people will been through this and found this rather familiar. My conclusion is that, friends do not need to have a lot to consider you to be popular or well like. Having too many friends might be a headache too, friends are like flowers, it takes time to grow and blossom into a pretty flower. What kind of flower you want to be, depending on how you take care of it. If you take your friends as granted and as you wish or free then meet up with them, your flower will not be blossom or in fact will die of not enough care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, some may have already guessed who I am referring to but seriously I am not talking about any people. This post is just how I feel about friends or should I say how people react to their friends. For a period of time I really envy people who have lots of friends but after I had started working, I realised that friends are really hard to maintain, only those are close with u will stay with you and the rest will eventually become strangers. When you see them outside, your brain will eventually tell you that basic manner is a must, at least smile to them and if they ignore you then just blame on the own luck that they ‘pretend’ not to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall stop here. I had nothing to add on regarding this topic. Good night friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-1183342037166446864?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/1183342037166446864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=1183342037166446864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1183342037166446864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1183342037166446864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-period-of-time-i-wanted-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-6003799993270497563</id><published>2007-09-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:34:02.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend is around the corner. I am so happy but think twice, sad again as my weekends will have to spent at religion meeting especially on Sunday, almost the whole day will be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday will come and this mean, I will have to work again. It’s not that I do not like the working life but I believe people mindset of Monday blue. (Laughing out loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday in office I will have the urge to online when I see my boss, Margaret chatting with her colleagues regarding work in MSN but I have to control. I have to tell myself that I cannot online and what happen if Margaret sees me doing things that are not related to work. How am I going to explain and I believed it will leave a very bad impression to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I really have no idea of me spending time at the office, I must salute myself of able to control my temper and be friendly to one of my colleague. I will not disclose her name here and if you guys are interested to know, ask me personally or through MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got to go. I will update again when I have the time. Good bye friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-6003799993270497563?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/6003799993270497563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=6003799993270497563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/6003799993270497563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/6003799993270497563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/09/weekend-is-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-6583431548848375117</id><published>2007-09-21T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:58:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I am damm angry with my ex-classmate! Even thought she is not a very close friend of mine after I had graduated. She is bully my close friend who is taking the same course as her now. I will not disclose her name; this is to protect her privacy. If you guys want to know, ask me personally. I just do not understand why pretty face will get privilege in terms of education or others. This is totally unfair to people who are struggling just to get good grades. When do project with her, all she does is cut and paste those that she thinks is relevant to the module. In fact what she produce are rubbish. End up we the rest of the group mates have to help her clear her part and ours. What makes me piss off is that, she think she had done her part and when we need her help she will MIA and refuse to answers ours calls and sms. Some times I will wonder whether she had received the message that passed down to her or not. This kind of feeling is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet up in school, she really pretends nothing had happen and worst part is, she did not even mention about the progress of the project. This is totally unfair to the rest of the group mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She definitely will gain when do project with us, project marks will distribute equally. Most of her results is better than us as we are the one doing the most for the project and all she need to do is stay at home and mug for the examination. When we ask her regarding that particular modules questions, she will tell us she not very sure or she haven’t started revising. Initially I believe her but as time goes by, I felt that all her words cannot be trusted and are bull shit. Believe her you will be the stupid fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe by now, those who get involved by this matter will know who am I referring to, but to be fair to the rest, if you guys really want to know, please ask me either in MSN or personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need to go off; tomorrow I still need to work. Joyce, hang on there. Tomorrow is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, Denise, my nanny is on leave for tomorrow. I bet I will have a boring day at work. Sob sob. Wish me luck. Hope tomorrow can faster be gone. I want my weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-6583431548848375117?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/6583431548848375117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=6583431548848375117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/6583431548848375117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/6583431548848375117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-damm-angry-with-my-ex-classmate.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-4294040349648428212</id><published>2007-09-01T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:01:57.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Working in Clouet is getting more fun, thanks Denise, (my nanny) for brightening my day in work. I just don’t understand why some people can give lots of excuse just to let themselves free of things that they had done. Excuse me I am only a temp staff and I know nothing about the work loads that they had given me. At least I know that what they had given me I need or should I say I will give my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in Clouet for about three weeks and I had used to sign the time sheet that had prepared by Denise. I think having the specially prepared time sheet is not a bad idea as whenever I need to write the time sheet to sent to me agency I can always use that as a reference. Maybe the first week I am damm angry of the idea of having to write the time in and out at the time sheet but now I had used to it. (Laughing out loud!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, working there is rather fun as when the old women, Cixi dowager bully me, I will tell Denise and we end up laughing together.  I felt that time past rather fast after lunch and eventually its time for me to knock off. This is how I spent my each any everyday in office. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, once in a while I am dragging myself to work as I do not deny the work there is rather boring and dry as you are doing the same old time everyday. Perhaps this is working life. Suddenly I miss going to school and be a student again. Back to my motto again: always be positive and you will see the beautiful side of the world. This is me, always happy go lucky. I always portray an image that I do not have any worries but you are wrong, why I should keep telling everybody my problems. I believe I can solve them all by myself. Nothing is impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I will update again as I am very sleepy now. Good night friends!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-4294040349648428212?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/4294040349648428212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=4294040349648428212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/4294040349648428212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/4294040349648428212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/08/working-in-clouet-is-getting-more-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-7493975625499902356</id><published>2007-08-26T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:47:27.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Hello friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started working for a week. Initially I was very excited but now I am dragging myself to work. The job scope there is super boring; everyday you are doing the same old thing. Yuck! Anyway I will hang on till my contract ended. At first I have a barrier to all the people there bit after working there for a week, I felt that the people there are very nice and friendly especially my nanny Denise. I called her nanny as she is the one who will teach me those that I need to as one of my colleagues (Diana) is going to give birth. So Denise needs to take over her job scope and I will be taking over her work. Diana will back 3 months later and my contract ends when she returns back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I am not used of waking up early to report to work so for the first 2 days I was late, things started to change after the third day when Denise’s boss which is also my boss want Denise to do a time sheet specially for me. I am required to sign in and out when I reach and leave the company respectively. I felt that they are using their authority on me but as time goes by I begin to feel nothing about signing in and out of the time sheet. If I leave late, this can treat it as a proof that I am leaving the company late and once they sign this, this mean they had acknowledge that they had saw me leaving the company late. See, always be positive and you will see the beautiful side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I let them sign the time sheet (prepared by my agency), all I need to do is to copy the time sheet that I had sign back to my time sheet so when I work OT they have to pay me. Till now I did not work OT so obviously they can’t give pick a fight about my pay. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all about my job and perhaps I will tell more as I had started working so there is nothing much to share with you all. I can’t tell my job description and the company that I am working for as I believe I have the right to protect the company that I am working. As for job description, maybe when I work for a longer period I will tell you guys in details as now I am still a newbie in that company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I got to go already. Good bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-7493975625499902356?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/7493975625499902356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=7493975625499902356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/7493975625499902356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/7493975625499902356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-friends-i-had-started-working-for.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-5065286928875303202</id><published>2007-08-18T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:02:03.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello, I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had MIA for a long time. I had finished my exams last week but was too tired to update or even surf net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened to me but now I had totally forgotten. Life still has to go on. Result will be release on October so why panic now. I always believe that if you had study for the examination, nothing will go wrong, only those that last minute study will panic when the day draw nearer to the result. As usual I am a happy go lucky girl, always live life to the fullest, even if I am sad I will not portray an image to everybody that I am sad. Only those that are closed to me will know when I am sad or happy through the way I talk or the action that made by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th month is here again; everywhere you go you will see people burning to the brothers and sisters, praying that they will bless them with a good year ahead. It is better to believe than sorry. Initially I was very scare, everyday countdown the arrival of the 7th month but now I don’t feel anything. I believe if you don’t disturb them they will not disturb you too. For this one month, my parents constantly remind me to come home early. Anyway, my whole family will eat together for dinner so as long as I reach home before 8; I think its okay right. I will still manage to have dinner with them. Going home early is not a problem to me. But once a week I will stay out late, will reach home around 12am. This is not late at all, but my parents will start to nag at me. Sometimes I was wondering, why my sister can do that and why can’t I? I need to go home early and my sister can stay out later without getting a single ranting. This is so unfair! Anyway think on the brighter side, maybe because I am the younger child so they are more worry about me. Hahaha, Joyce is giving excuse now that daddy and mummy dote more on her then her sister. I wonder how my sister will react when she sees this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to go off already. Time for me to eat my dinner. Good bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-5065286928875303202?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/5065286928875303202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=5065286928875303202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/5065286928875303202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/5065286928875303202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-i-am-back-i-had-mia-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-6031384645043558818</id><published>2007-06-17T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:26:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I quite vexed recently. A lot of things had happened to me which makes me not in a good mood. Firstly education matters. Secondly, I went to tons of interview and it seems like no company want to hire me. Why am I always that unlucky? I did call my ex-boss and ask him if his department need temporary staff and he rejected me. He told me if there is any vacancy he will let me know. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I really need a job or else I can forget about advancing my studies. My parents think that I having an easy life like happy go lucky girl who have no problems in everything. In actual fact they are wrong. What is the point of telling when the problems when they cant help me to solve. They will think I don’t know how to think, always ask them for money or etc to buy things and don’t know how to save. Its not that I don’t want to save, I did try but the allowance that they had given me is not enough at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of my personal life, I do not want to continue it here. Just to conclude, I have lots of problems to solve and I don’t know how I am going to solve it all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I wonder why in the first place I did not study hard pr else I will not end it like this. Have to find school myself and worry that no school want me. Am I going to spent my life like this and perhaps 20years down the road I will be what the government call as the low wage worker. I don’t want this to happen to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my life but the very important thing is I need to get a job as soon as possible so as I can further my studies. This is very important to me. Maybe, because I am not born with a sliver spoon so most of the things that I want; I need to work hard to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my peers will not understand this as they had not go through this, their parents had set aside a sum of money as education fund for them so they can don’t need to work and slack at home till the time to start school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, is this call lucky or not, to have a parents who will think everything for them and their children just need to agree on them and go ahead with what their parents had decided. Some may agree that this is good but I myself think that, they need to have their own decision and cannot always rely on their parents. The least things they can do is search for school that they want and consult their parents instead of their parents hunt school for them and tell them this school is good, you should go this school instead of the other. Don’t you think the child do not have a mind of their own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got to go as I have something to do. I  will update again if I have the time. Good bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-6031384645043558818?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/6031384645043558818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=6031384645043558818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/6031384645043558818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/6031384645043558818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-quite-vexed-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-1486117040717922247</id><published>2007-06-04T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:32:08.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I had been a long time since I had updated my blog. I was quite lazy to post and at the same time blogging did not come to my mind when I was online. Sorry friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mei, Serena send me this few quote that makes me find it rather meaningful that makes me want to share with everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she had sent to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you keep saying you are busy, then you are never free.&lt;br /&gt;When you keep saying you have no time, then you will never have time.&lt;br /&gt;When you keep saying that you will do it tomorrow, then your tomorrow will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This quote is taken from pravsworld.com (inspiring you for a better tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall stop here as I need to sleep earlier or I might over slept and late for class. Tomorrow I can’t be late as it is MR LAI KENG YEW lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and sweet dream to everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-1486117040717922247?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/1486117040717922247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=1486117040717922247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1486117040717922247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/1486117040717922247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-i-had-been-long-time-since-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-3227356358655975112</id><published>2007-05-02T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:22:36.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;After so many months of self-declared missing in action, I’m finally backed to start blogging. I know this post is rather late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tribute to the late Mr Ho Chee Koon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reading this week Sunday times, I was rather shocked to see my secondary one science teacher Mr Ho Chee Koon photo. He had passed away on the 28th April. I remembered clearly that my class was a very noisy class and I don’t know is his fortune to teach us or is my fortune to have patient and caring teacher to teach me. Every science lesson, he will talk in front of the OHP monitor, flashing his notes and explaining all the science theory to us. I remember clearly that, when he touched the physics topic he will explain deep to the topic and when it was chemistry chapter he will just briefly explain the chapters. At that time I was wondering why only physics chapters he will explain so detail but being young at that time I thought I was just being sensitive. When I was in Secondary three did I realise that he is a physics teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I fully understand why when I was in secondary one, whenever he teaches physics chapters, he will explain in detail, regardless whether we understand or not. Initially I dislike physics a lot due to personal reasons when I was in secondary three. My closer friends will know the reasons and if you are interested to know the reasons, ask me personally. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho is a very friendly teacher and I used to tease him whenever I see him in school. He will not get angry but instead he will smile back to you and talks to you. He seldom scold his students no matter how noisy the class is, my class (1T1 2000) is one example. Even thought he only taught me for less than 6 months but at that time my science grades improved tremendous. My fundamental of science knowledge is good all thanks to Mr Ho for guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was secondary three, I told him I dislike physics and score badly for it, he willing spared time to teach me even though he did not teach physics at my batch (both express and normal academic classes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here as if I continue to write, I’m afraid I can’t control my tearing from dropping. Mr Ho, you will be remembered by me!&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/9289650-3227356358655975112?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/3227356358655975112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=3227356358655975112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/3227356358655975112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/3227356358655975112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-so-many-months-of-self-declared.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-117182053291154456</id><published>2007-02-18T04:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:42:12.926+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Hello friends, I’m back. Basically today I don’t have anything to do now. At night after my reunion dinner, I will go Chinatown to countdown for the year of pig. Tonight reunion dinner is steamboat so perhaps I will have to help mum to prepare the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later of the day I will take a nap as tonight I need the energy to sustain me from, sleeping too early, there is a tradition that say, shou ye, it is to help your parent to live longer if you sleep late. Every year without fail, I will shou ye till late 3 plus then I will sleep.&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t take a nap now, I don’t think I will be able to take it as this few weeks I everyday sleep very late and early the morning I need to rush to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I wished everybody, A Happy Lunar New Year. I will update whenever I’m free. I got to go and do some other stuffs before I take my lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-117182053291154456?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/117182053291154456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=117182053291154456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/117182053291154456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/117182053291154456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-friends-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-117181981207767550</id><published>2007-02-17T09:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:30:12.093+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally I had the time to update my blog. This few months I was very busy with religion matters, school work and cleaning up my room to welcome the pig year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember the exact details of me spending the last few months cause I’m a rather absent minded girl who don’t like to remember too many stuffs. Suddenly my mind was blank after so many months of not updating my blog. I will try to update my blog whenever I’m free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did not go to school for OB lesson but instead I went to Beatty for Chinese New Year Celebration. I was rather disappointed with the school management. Can you believe the school make a hard time for the graduated students to visit their teachers. They claimed that they want their teachers to have an enjoyable day and don’t want the us (ex-graduated) students to spoilt their day as they need to come out from the office or the hall to welcome us. The security guards even want us to tell them who are the teachers that we want to visit and whether we had made a pre-appointment with them. What a dumbo school. I can’t believe that they treat us like this. The school management rules are bad to worse. I still remember the security guards ask me whether we have the teacher’s mobile numbers and if have called him or her instead of him (security guards) give them a ring. What an irresponsible guy, he claimed it was the school top management asked him to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me this is to protect all the students, at that moment I was so mad that I gave him this reply.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: So you think we are terrorist attack and once we reached the general office or the toilet, we will place a bomb in to blow up the school? At the moment I really don’t know what was on my mind that makes me talk in that rude way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not given a chance to visit the teachers. I think the security guards can’t handle me so he asked to be excuse to get our Operation Manager (OM), which is none other than Mr Singh to deal with me. Come on la, I’m not scared of him. Our principal, Mr Boon, had given my click to enter the school but just that one of my friend dye her hair so it was impossible for her to get in. this makes ma in a dilemma as my the other friend insisted of entering the school. As expected, I really leave my friend who had dye hair outside the school; I was really very guilty towards her when I leave her there. In the end she SMS me say she will go to Toa Payoh Central to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My click spent the next 2 hours watching the show. Till now I still feel bad in my heart that I really leave my friend alone. No words can described how I felt at the moment. After the whole event had finished, my click and I spent another hour hanging around in Toa Payoh Central then we walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day did not end here. I was asked to fetch my mother from work as she wants me to help her carry some groceries home. Being an obedient girl I have to obey her and fetch her home. Whenever I go to her workplace, she will always that this opportunity to buy lots of stuffs and that not all, she will procrastinate and talk with her friends, those who don’t know will think that I look more tired then her even though I don’t work there. Even thought mum is tired she will portray an image that she is not tried and still have the energy or strength to talk with her friends working there. As for me, if I really tired I will be very quiet. Those who know me well or see my tired and sleepy looks will know. I will try to save my energy by not talking a lot or just try to be as quiet as possible. If I’m not tired the real Joyce will appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I think I shall stop here. I’m feeling sleepy now.&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/9289650-117181981207767550?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/117181981207767550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=117181981207767550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/117181981207767550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/117181981207767550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally-i-had-time-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-116788333770696055</id><published>2007-01-04T13:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:25:29.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30th of December 2006&lt;br /&gt;Went to downtown east with ex-colleagues and some other friends that I had known through my ex-colleagues. Meet Ailing and Kim Poh at Novena Square taxi stand at 545pm. Zill, my god sister came along with me since that day she happened to have nothing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had agreed to stay overnight so by the time we had countdown it will be past midnight and transport fees will be rather high as both of us stay very far away from Pasir Ris. Yeah, during holidays I can ask them to help me look for jobs. I’m so glad that I can take this opportunity to gather with me. It makes me day smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After countdown, we did not do much expect just drink and chat. We even make friends with our neighbour. I remember some kids not more than 16, was playing with the empty bottles that we had left over. They wanted to light them at the tip of the bottles. I believe they are just being curious but that is not the right thing to do. We had told them not to play with it as it will caused the bottles to expand and break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to sleep as it was ard 4 plus if i'm not wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-116788333770696055?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/116788333770696055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=116788333770696055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116788333770696055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116788333770696055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2007/01/30th-of-december-2006-went-to-downtown.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-116689616998567627</id><published>2006-12-24T16:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:49:30.000+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many of the life’s failure are those who do not realise how close they are to success when they gave up.&lt;/span&gt; I find this sentence very meaningful so I had decided to write it down in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, I had the same dream. I dreamt of my marketing paper. More worry for marketing paper then financial accounting paper. This might be due to stress that makes me have this horrible dream. I dreamt that I fail twice for marketing and the school ask me to drop out and don’t study anymore as they claim that I’m the worst student they have ever seen. Lucky all this is just a dream. This show that I am very scared for marketing and I admit I am real scare for that marketing paper. I just hope Mr Lai Keng Yew will not moderate this marketing paper or else I will have to retake it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Mr Lai Keng Yew will not teach me any module again. Every marketing lesson, I will panic that he will call me and ask me an alien question. When I don’t know, he will stare at me with his big eyes seriously speaking, his eyes are not that big at all and it’s just slightly bigger than mine. If his eyes are as big as Eehwa’s then he can have the cheeks to stare at people or else just ask other student to answers his question. No big deal that we students can’t answers your marketing question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Eehwa will like his lesson and will look forward to attend his lesson. I admit he is a good lecturer but what I don’t like about him is that, when we student need his help regarding marketing project, he don’t even gives us his office number or email address. When we call him, he expects us to wait for more than two hours. What kind of teacher is that? I called him at 230pm, he can tell me he is busy with his work and he can only meet me at 330pm. That is not all. he want me to give me a call at 330pm and tell him where to meet up, so after 330pm, I gave him a call and I remember his last words is he is coming now so I thought a couple of minutes later he will come out from the office, so I wait outside the office. Finally after half an hour later, he finally come out from the office, I was so mad, my whole group was waiting for me and we are in the hurry to go home to think of ideas to do the project which is due in a few lesson time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was glad that it was over and I hope he doesn’t teach us other module or else we might face the same problem again. I admit he is an experienced lecturer who knows his work. His marketing is very good, he knows when to relate to the real world and he knows how to be funny and serious. He prefers the guys then the girls. He likes to jokes with guys and I treat his lame jokes as jokes, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late and I’m sleepy. Good night everybody.&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/9289650-116689616998567627?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/116689616998567627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=116689616998567627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116689616998567627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116689616998567627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/12/many-of-lifes-failure-are-those-who-do.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-116635865615463801</id><published>2006-12-18T11:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:30:56.166+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I just received a call from my senior leader as I did not attend planning meeting which I had earlier promised. Suddenly I was feeling hot and cold. I told myself I must attend but when I open the door to leave the house, it was raining cats and dogs. The wind blow towards my direction and suddenly I was sneezing like no body business. Hence I did not attend and had to stay at home for the entire day, poor me. I look forward for this first planning but too bad I just can’t attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always have chances for me to attend as I’m currently transferred to another district as their Young Women Division (YWD) leader. I still have plenty to learn from all my senior leaders and members. Initially I was shocked when my leader called me; they assigned me jobs through phone call. I had been given an important task that makes me doubt my own ability. After all, I’m still a newbie so almost everything is new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go and have my dinner. I shall end here. Good bye everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-116635865615463801?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/116635865615463801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=116635865615463801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116635865615463801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116635865615463801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-received-call-from-my-senior.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-116628810583256895</id><published>2006-12-15T17:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:55:05.846+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hello, I’m finally back. Examinations had ended last week. Holidays had started for me but I’m not happy at all. Next year I will have a busy year, all my friends told me to enjoy my holiday as much as I can but I just can’t do it. I don’t think you will understand as you are not me. Mine problems are as huge as a mountain. Perhaps I’m just exaggerating, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a lot of things had happened to me. I just do not know how and when to start from. School work I had managed to solve them but next year it will happen again. I believe everybody will have stress but too much stress is not a good thing. Able to handle stress is not good either as you tend to be over confidence in yourselves. Thus you will have a bossy character and eventually friends will leave you alone when you need their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends? Will they be the one you can rely on when you need them? Will close friends leave you when you don’t keep in contact with them? When will they find you, isn’t when they need your help or when they are alone or they are bored. When you ask them like wow you need help then find me for a chit chat and they will say you too never find me. Always want me to find you. Is that what they will tell you and make you guilty that you did not find them. What are the ways to remain as close friends even though both of you seldom meet up? I really don’t know and I’m still seeking for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has to go on even though you don’t have friends. You will not agree with me, who in this earth don’t have a single friend? This person must be weird. Why do I suddenly sound so negative all of the sudden. Having lots of friends is not good too. I still believe that having one or two close friends is enough but what a sad thing; I don’t even have one or close friends who understand me most. That is why I don’t believe in making lots of friends. I have a lot of friends whether in school or religion. In school most of them are hi-bye friends. This is the reality which no matter how you must accept it. Treasure your close friends as you never know what will happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re this once close friend will leave you and be with other friend that will be too late. I had this experience plenty of time and it is always the same old person who is doing this to me. Seriously speaking, I’m used to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not talk about this anymore. It will remind me of that close friend. Till now I don’t know whether that close friend treat me as his/her close friend too. Why do I still continue when I had mention to not talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need to go la la land. Eyes need to rest. I will update my blog when I’m free. In the mean time, take care my dear friends. Good night everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-116628810583256895?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/116628810583256895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=116628810583256895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116628810583256895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116628810583256895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-im-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-116361160435714322</id><published>2006-11-15T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:44:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This few days I was rather tired and restless. Mass revision at night is not good at all. I rather have morning lesson than night lesson. I really wonder how to all the part-timers study night class can take it. Imagine morning, you need to work and evening, you need to leave like let say half an hour earlier to prevent yourselves from being late for class. Classes start at 7pm and end at 10pm. The next day you need to report to work. Don’t you think you are just wasting your time and energy to study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that you might need to have your dinner after your lesson, which is after 10pm. Like this, you are just telling your brain that you want to gain weight. Perhaps you might not agree with me. You can claim that those who want to study can study during both weekends. I don’t think there will have this type of people who will not go out on either one of the weekends to chill out with their friends or loved ones. So eventually they will not study until examination is around the corner so some may ask their boss for leave like block leave so that they can study peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why they want to make themselves so pathetic. I just can’t seem to understand why some of the companies want to send their employees to study night classes. I know some after read my blog will say that, it is meant for them to upgrade their skills. From the point of the employers, it is a good way for employees to increase their knowledge. However, employees will have to mug during examination period and at the same time repoet to work as usual. They are human beings and not machines that can operate 24hours a day, machines need rest so let alone human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here as I need to get back to study for all my papers. Friends, pray for me, hope I won’t fall sick during this period of time. Good night and sweet dream! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-116361160435714322?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/116361160435714322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=116361160435714322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116361160435714322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116361160435714322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-few-days-i-was-rather-tired-and.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-116335048871949733</id><published>2006-11-13T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:54:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hello, I’m back everybody. I had not been blogging for more than two months. This few months, I was very busy with school works and some personal stuff. Life is quit hectic for me but glad that it’s going to be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I don’t known how to start writing. Maybe I’m not used to it. Examination is around the corner. First paper is Financial Accounting, this is my favourite subject. It is on the 28th of November. Second paper is Principles of Economics, 5th of December and lastly is Principles of Marketing, 8th of December. After that I will be free till next year January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things had happened to me recently. Some I don’t wished to mention it here and I felt that it was meaningless for me to do so. So what if that person will read my blog, I don’t think that person will have time to visit this blog. I really wonder why I have such a friend like her. Encounter problems then will find you to talk, but when her problem had solved, she treat you like a pile of shit. Please don’t ask me who I am referring to. I’m sure THAT person will know when he or she read this. No point for me to mention his of her name in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall stop here as I really don’t have the mood to continue writing. I’m too tired to think of what to write. Good night friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-116335048871949733?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/116335048871949733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=116335048871949733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116335048871949733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/116335048871949733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-im-back-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115814466584139200</id><published>2006-09-11T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:51:05.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I had been a long did not update my blog, sorry friends as I was rather busy and at the same time I do not have the mood to update. There are lots of things happen to me and some I just refuse to talk in here. If you are interested to ask, please don’t ask me as I really want to share with anybody. Hope you guys will respect my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don’t really understand why people suddenly will treat you well when they need help from you. I really wonder whether what you are made off. Hey, it’s not that I must help you whenever you face anything problems. When you are having a great time, have you really think of what I’m doing, I don’t think so. When you face anything that you can’t solved, your mind will very fast think of my mobile number and my name will keep constantly flashing in your head. Do you think it’s fair to me? I don’t give a damm whether you will read this post or not, so what you read it? Don’t ask me who I’m referring to and I will not entertain all this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, I don’t mind chatting with you but what I can’t stand is whenever you have any problem on anything that you can’t solved, you will think of me and the worst thing is you expect me to give you encouragement or whatever shit that is pleasant to you to hear. Stop all the nonsense and don’t act pity just to gain my sympathetic concern. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t force me to blast at you. Don’t pretend to be very nice with me when you are not. Go and find your so called very good friend to pour out all your problems to them but not to me. I don’t think I’m your so called that very good friend. I dislike it when you called me and I hope you better don’t always call and straight away tell me all your stupid problems. It’s not as it you are the only living thing having tons of problems. You expect me to be a good listening ear and analysis all your problems. I also have many problems that I can’t solve but If I don’t solved it all by myself, who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your own problems so you need to solve them and don’t expect others to help you make up your mind. Please bear this in mind that, nobody will help you unless you help yourself. This is your own life; you need to help yourself to fight for what you think is right for you and not asking people to help you decide. Please get this clear in your small head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school life is not bad. I still can manage but I think I will be extremely busy as time goes on, perhaps I will update my blog less frequently so hope you guys don’t mind. Studies is still my priorities, this will change as this is the reality. I will not allow any disturbance to forbid me to study and get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than studies, I think I will be busy with my religion meetings and discussions. I treat it as my past time. Hahaha, I felt that life is good with all my leaders constantly encouraging me and lead me to the right path whenever I’m feeling down with school works and other stuffs. Thank Meiyan ( my leader), who will always willing to be with me whenever I’m feeling blue or sad. Even thought our chatting is like 15 minutes after meeting but I’m really glad that you keep constantly giving me encouragements in verbal or in Sms. Other than her, I still need to thanks all my Soka mates (Singapore Soka Association)  who never fail to make me smile and allow me back to myself- a happy go lucky Joyce again.  The purpose of me not naming down all those who makes me smile is that I don’t want to offend anybody. So I might as well choose not to indicate so as to prove that I’m partial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to stop here to get back to my studies. Take care friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115814466584139200?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115814466584139200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115814466584139200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115814466584139200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115814466584139200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-had-been-long-did-not-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115597671381779243</id><published>2006-08-19T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T16:38:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I shall update on this particular day, 17th of August. This is the day I’m meeting my dear girl, Priscilla at Plaza Sing (PS) for dinner and at the same time get interview by her boss, Alvis. Hopefully I did not spell his name wrongly. Sad news is that I did not have the chance to get interview as his boss is having a terrible stomach ache so I got to come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Priscilla at around 430pm at the bus stop then both of us walk together to PS. She is still so cute and lovable. I can only meet up for a couple of hours as I will be having a family day meeting at 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided to eat Japanese food at the 6th level and it took us about an hour to finish our dinner. Priscilla only has an hour of so called lunch break. She is very nice to help me change my mobile phone keypad, lens and etc. she claims that she had promised me but I don’t remember her of saying that to me at all. Perhaps this is me, blur like a so tong, Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing my mobile phone accessories, it was very late for me to attend my meeting but I still have to go as I had told me leaders that no matter how I will attend. I reach there at 820pm, not that late right but I can tell you I’m the latest. I always believe that late is better than you did not attend or come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so sad that I have to leave after eating dinner and changing of my phone. I wanted to spend more time with my dear girl but time does not allow me to do so. Girl, if you happened to read this, let me know when you are free to meet up with me. Hopefully I can meet you up before my new school term start.  As I’m having my holiday so I think it will be much easier for both of us t meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I’m counting down to start school as I don’t want to stay at home doing nothing or busy preparing for the success of the family day meeting. Sometime staying at home is good but you try staying at home everyday, the feeling is not good. How I will I can go to school faster. I can spend time with all my friends and at the same time study the subjects that I’m looking forward for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I shall have to stop here. Thanks for reading my posts friends:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115597671381779243?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115597671381779243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115597671381779243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115597671381779243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115597671381779243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-shall-update-on-this-particular-day.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115587968276289759</id><published>2006-08-17T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:41:22.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Life is meaningless especially when you have to stay at home after your examinations. I shall update the past one weeks of how I spent my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 13th of August,&lt;br /&gt;I wake up early in the morning to rush down to SYC (Singapore Youth Centre) for duty with my sister. I reach there at around 1030; I thought we are the latest as we are supposed to reach there at 10. Guess what there are quite a number of my friends are late. We are supposed to have a chanting session at 11 to 1230 but it was delayed as all the youth are busy learning the dance steps that was meant for the family day. Respective members are supposed to teach the whole district at their meeting (family day meeting).  After that all district 2 leaders and members had to leave for their family day at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day I was quite bored with nothing to do. Lixuan suggest that after our lunch we went upstairs to chant while waiting for all the District 2 leaders and members to come back. Actually this is just an excuse, we just wanted to past the time faster instead of doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all D2 members and leaders came back, soon it was Lixuan to go off to meet her friends for dinner. That was around 5 plus that most of then had left. So we had decided to spring clean the whole Kaikan. It was a tedious job as the kaikan is very big and spacious. We had to clean every level but I can tell you my job is the most relaxed as I only required checking every room to make sure that all switches are off, windows are off shut and lastly lock every room. Julie’s job is to mop the whole kaikan. Hers is the most tedious. All the girls are doing and suddenly I realised that all guys was missing in action. After we had finished doing chores, the guys are back. The timing is well plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided to chat a while and leave the guys to continue looking after the kaikan while we girls, (Julie, my sis and I) leave first as it was already 9. We haven’t taken our dinner so we need to rush home to have our dinner that was prepared by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought my whole day was just spent like this but I felt that my time was not wasted at all. I get a chance to spent with them, which is quite rare as we don’t really have the chance to gather all the youth together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here as it marks the day of the day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th of August&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day at home but this time can say I did not waste time being a crouch potatoes. I took out my textbook to read for leisure even though. I had finished my examination.  I don’t like to read books just to memorise for the sake of examination. Tome understanding is the best as compared to you having a hard time to memorise all those that you simply don’t understand. What is the point of doing that? When you had understood the text, things will be much easier. Even thought the question twist and turn you can still understand what they are asking and explain all again in a simple language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, study is not that difficult as you think. Sometimes, you need to learn to like that subject or else you will not score well. Our brain is a very interesting tool. Why do I say like this? Reason is simple, if you like the subject you will tend to study more than the subject that you don’t like. So why not turn all the subjects that you don’t like to those that you like and you will realise that you are studying it without you realise it, it happen to me. I don’t really economics initially; I even have the cheeks to tell myself that so what if I fail that subject, just retake la, as it I don’t have the ability. The more I think about it the more it does not make sense to me. So in the end I had decided to like economics so that I can pass the subject. I keep telling my brain that I like economics and economics is easy so as time goes on, I began to touch the book and study like no body business. Treat every subject like you like and you will realise it not that hard to study that particular subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics is a subject that is based on understands and no point memorise like a crazy fellow. You need to understand and apply it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to end here. Thanks for reading my post:). Will continue when I have the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115587968276289759?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115587968276289759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115587968276289759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115587968276289759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115587968276289759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-is-meaningless-especially-when.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115553717161365429</id><published>2006-08-13T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:32:51.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It had been ages that I had updated my blog. Too much things had happened to me recently. Finally I had finished my papers. Overall the papers is easy especially the business mathematics paper, I managed to finish it within 1hour and a half hour but that does not give me the illusion to leave the examination room early. It took me about 45 minutes to check the paper and I finally gave up. I left the classroom at 1145am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English paper is okay but the summary part is quite tough but still have to do it even thought I don’t really understand the passage. I seriously hope I can pass the paper as I don’t want to retake it at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics is manageable but I still did not do finish as some parts of the questions; I really don’t know how to answer. I hope I can pass the paper. My projects mark is quite low which makes me rather worried for economics paper. Anyway I just hope that I can pass so that I don’t have to retake. Even of I retake I will not get good grades as my project marks is rather low. It takes two hands to clap, so if want to get good grades, both the projects and written paper must score well. It is a combined paper so if either one does not score well you know that you need to back up for the other in order to pass the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can pass it with a C for Economics. This will allows me not to retake it. I know you will think that my expectation towards economics is very low but I don have a choice. My project marks is really very low till I need to reduce my expectation for economics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update some other day. Need to get some rest. I’m free from paper and brain is really much tied. Eyes is closing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115553717161365429?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115553717161365429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115553717161365429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115553717161365429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115553717161365429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-had-been-ages-that-i-had-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115458504225291619</id><published>2006-08-03T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:04:56.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;All of the sudden I wanted to update my blog about why customers want to complain? I had read an article which supposes to be part of my English sample examination paper and I found it useful, so I had decided to post this in my blog to let everybody read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies had shown that more than 90 per cent of customers who encounter problems or difficulties with the products or services they receive don’t complain- they simply don’t come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a customer complains, he is actually doing you a favour without you realising it. What makes me think that? In fact he is giving you another chance to let you serve him again to his satisfaction. You will appreciate the importance of this when you consider that the customer’s alternative option is to desert you for a competitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If customer complaints are not handled successfully, it can cost an organisation lost revenue and increased tension for the people who have to handle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand why customers complain and adopting the right approach in handling, can save your business from being bad-mouthed, increase customers’ confidence and seal their loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know why customers complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complaint is a statement about expectations that have not been met or are only partially met. Customers complain for various reasons. The main reason is that they want their complaints to be heard. It also includes poor conduct by service providers, erroneous information about products or services. They may be dissatisfied due to unfulfilled promises or feel that they have been taken for granted. They could also be unhappy with shoddy workmanship or defective products, or even delivery delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do complaining customers want? Most customers only want that they are feeling entitled to, but unfortunately somehow denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Handling complaints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of coming up with negative labels or names for complainants, we should begin by thanking them and apologising for the inconvenience caused to them. Thanking the customer for providing feedback signals that you are genuinely interested in their expectations and how you failed to meet them. Explain that you appreciate their feedback and will act immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, obtain as much information as possible from the customers on why your products or services failed to meet theirs, and ask them on what they would consider an acceptable resolution. Listen carefully to all the facts and feeling without prejudice and empathise with the customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking notes down is to show that complaints are taken seriously. This is important so please do not argue or deny responsibility as this is a sure way to turn customers away; quarrelling over who is right and who is wrong will not help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dealing with customer complaints, employees should be customer-focused, project a professional image and should not take things personally. They should use positive words, body language and gestures which are consistent with the desire to help them resolve their complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, act on the complaints and do it fast. Effective service recovery depends on rapid response, advice your customers on the best way to resolve complaints but do not take things slowly. Always consult and obtain the customers’ approval before taking any action. This will make the customer feel respected and give them the assurance that you have their best interests at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the service recovery process takes too much time, inform the customers immediately. Constantly keep them informed of the progress. Never keep them in suspense over what is going on or else this could end up as a complaint too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here to get back to my revision of my up coming examination. Wish me luck on this coming Saturday, friends. Take care everybody.&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/9289650-115458504225291619?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115458504225291619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115458504225291619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115458504225291619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115458504225291619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-of-sudden-i-wanted-to-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115433493516345458</id><published>2006-08-01T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:35:35.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mummy is going to Thailand for a short holiday with Auntie Julia, auntie KC, eldest uncle and his wife. She will be flying tomorrow at 9am. Two days later will be sister’s turn to fly to Thailand. She will be back on the 8 of August and mum will be back on the 4th of August. So this few days I will have to go grandmother’s house to have my dinner as father say if I insist of him buying dinner for me I will have to wait till 8plus so the best choice is to go grandmother’s house to have my dinner. Honestly speaking dad wanted to buy me dinner but mother all of the sudden want me to go grandmother’s house. Make me have no choice but to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was very mad with mother’s decision but on the other had I felt that I had a long time did not have dinner with grandmother so I should take this opportunity to visit her. This coming August I will be very busy with SSA family day planning. I really look forward for this coming SSA family day. It will be totally different experience as last few years’ family days is fixed on a particular Sunday and all those who can make it will join in the fun. They will sell all sorts of things at a cheap price and all the money that we had gather will be donated back to SSA. Last few years family day, I will always meet Regina early in the morning to so called grab those cheap stuffs or busy eating while queuing to  playing those games that we both like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can actually spend the entire afternoon or the whole day there. If we see friends that we know we will form a small group and walk around to past the time. However this year, family day will be different. I myself haven gotten the agenda yet so that why planning is required. At this stage, I am not that sure what is on coming for the family day, even if I know I will not be telling so early. Decision is not final yet so many things are highly confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I’m like counting down for my examination to end even though it had not started yet. So bad of me right. I really wonder what if I fail one of my subjects, what am I going to do. Wait a minute, examination had not started yet I’m already thinking of the consequences of failing of the papers. Am I thinking too much when things had not even started to begin? Always look on the bright side so you will not feel that it is the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to stop here as I need to get back to my studies. Take care friends and thanks for reading my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115433493516345458?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115433493516345458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115433493516345458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115433493516345458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115433493516345458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/07/mummy-is-going-to-thailand-for-short.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115423442462058032</id><published>2006-07-30T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:40:24.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I had decided to continue updating my blog. So what there is someone who will ‘monitor’ my blog for the latest news. Blog is meant for anybody to read; all the more I will tag more for this person to read. I can’t stop people not to come to this website and forbids them. I hope I do make sense to allow myself to continue having a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will not drop out from your school, realising that design is not what u really want. What I want you to know that, every subject had its difficulties and it is your determination and that will allow you to succeed in whatever you do. You cannot drop halfway and wait for next year to enter to another school or course. This path is you who choose it so you can’t blame anyone. Instead you should back up and keep constantly tell yourself that you can do and nobody will be able to stop you from getting the stuffs that you want. Some times it’s easier to say than you do but at least you had try. I hope you will really understand what I want to tell you. Maybe you will not read this post but I believe sooner or later you will discover that this post is especially dedicated to you. Sometimes it may take days or years to realise what you want but please remember that no matter how, please don’t give up your dreams halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things had happened to me that make me very tired. I really want a short holiday or break and leave Singapore. On the other hand, many things or situation does not allow me to do that. I will be having my examination next Saturday. Some times I feel that I did not give the best in whatever I do. I felt that I am just wasting my time staying at home, even though I had spent time studying but I still feel that I’m just wasting my time revising for all my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my determination is not strong at all. I begin not to understand myself that well compare to last time. I know what I want and eventually get the course that I want yet I did not study that hard that I had promised myself. Why am I becoming like this? I really don’t know. I want to put all my strength and will to focus in studies and think nothing else. To me studies are my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to get back to my studies and will have to stop here. Take care friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115423442462058032?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115423442462058032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115423442462058032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115423442462058032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115423442462058032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-decided-to-continue-updating-my.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115389844289585944</id><published>2006-07-23T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:22:03.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sorry friends, it had been a long time since I had updated my blog. It’s not that I don’t want to update but the feeling of privacy being taken irks me. Seriously I don’t mind people reading it but the point is that someone ‘monitor’ your blog is not to read yours but to read other people’s blog from your blog. Simply saying the person wants to ‘blog-hop’ and used yours as a convenient tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you will be rather unhappy about it. At the same time I was quite busy with some stuff. Hence I simply don’t have the time to update my blog. These two weeks I had hectic weeks, need to prepare some documents for religion meeting that is held at my house. Recently I was so ‘IN’ to learning how to bake cookies and cake. Lucky my religion aunties know how to bake so eventually I went to her house to learn some skills. We had even agree to meet up to buy ingredients so that the next time I want to bake I will know what to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 of July is our YWD Formation day so I invited most of the Young Women Division (YWD) to come to my house to celebrate this significant day. I had decided to bake some cookies and cake to invite them. Since this is the first time I had leant to bake, I was rather excited about the process and letting all my YWD to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my friends who had read this will not laugh at me, even if u you guys choose to laugh, I can’t do anything about it. The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently there are lots of things happen to me but I just do not know where to start as in the end I choose not to write all of them down. Give me some tome to think how I should start writing all of them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is just a brief summary of what I at this moment feel like posting. I’m rather tired so will have to stop here. Good night and sweet dreams everybody :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115389844289585944?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115389844289585944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115389844289585944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115389844289585944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115389844289585944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-friends-it-had-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115168759756963699</id><published>2006-07-01T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:14:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What is lost is lost. You will not come back to me again. The tone that you are talking me tells me everything. Please don’t deny that I’m too sensitive. Perhaps you might not even come to my blog to read what I had written. Even thought I assume you might read but you will not think that what I wrote is all about you. You might think that what I had done is stupid but you are not me so you will not know what I had been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you is my greatest mistake as you had hurt me deeply without you realising it. I don’t want to continue anymore. Let bygones be bygones. Don’t ask me the details I shall not say any further about this matter. I still think that keeping everything in my heart is the best thing that I had done. I don’t want lots of my friends to know. I’m just a ordinary girl so why should I want everybody to know my story or walk into my life. It’s pointless. I just want to be myself. A person that will not tell everybody how am I feeling or what I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without friends might be a good idea, alone. You can do whatever you like without any company. Maybe I think too much. I should be grateful that I have lots of friends who care about me especially Priscilla. Thanks you for what you had done to me. I’m happy that I know you, girl. I don’t know whether you will read my blog or not but I hope you will read. Sometimes I think that reading my blog you will understand me more compare to me telling you everything. When I’m angry I will post it but not to the extend that I will write everything but at least you know I’m mad about some particular stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m happy, I will also write them down but again not to the extend of writing them everything here. Some may wonder since you are happy then all the more you should write them down so that others can share the joy with you. You might not like to hear but I don’t like people to truly understand me. The more you don’t understand me, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound weird but this is me, Joyce. Some times I felt that writing everything in a blog is like I purposely want people to know how I spent my day or what I had done in that particular day or time. Sometime I had no choice but to really write them all down as I can’t possible hide all my feeling to myself. I will explode if that continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I tend to think a lot. Thinking is a good way to help my brain to think or analysed stuffs. You need to ask yourself why this happen instead of the other alternatives. It makes my brain to think. I will continue to motivate myself to continue thinking of stuffs and work on it. This may help me become a better person to knowing myself that what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever wonder why you are born here and what is the purpose of you living in this world. I don’t think it’s as simple as receiving education, being a useful citizen in this society. I believe there is more than that. So what is our purpose of being born here? Do we all have a mission to complete as a human being or just simply live a day as it is. Happy go lucky? I will need to find out what is my purpose and mission of being born in this world. I don’t believe that we are born just for the sake of waiting to die. There is more than that. We all need to really figure out what is our purpose of living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me time to figure out what is my mission and purpose. Soon I will be able to write it here to let everybody know what I really want in life and heed all the way to my goals. All I need is time to discover this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late. Good night everybody. Tomorrow will be a better day for Joyce. Yeah:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115168759756963699?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115168759756963699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115168759756963699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115168759756963699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115168759756963699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-is-lost-is-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115168875942056482</id><published>2006-07-01T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:33:57.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Adrian is coming to Singapore for only 12 hours on the 1st of July which is tomorrow. He will be arriving at 6.25am in Singapore and will be going to china for a month. I hope he will enjoy himself. (Evil grin) he will be celebrating his birthday &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt; in a foreign country. Hope everything turn the way he want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115168875942056482?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115168875942056482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115168875942056482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115168875942056482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115168875942056482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/06/adrian-is-coming-to-singapore-for-only.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115064618420211217</id><published>2006-06-19T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:56:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What makes me have this sudden change on myself? I felt that everything does not go to the way that I want it to be. The whole day I was staying a home. I had pondered on a lot of stuffs and I realized that nothing is impossible. It’s just that whether you want it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need to have a good chat to let off all my unhappiness stuffs that had hide in my heart. Hope it’s like the wind that blown away so that I will not face so problems at a go. I had a lot to say but I just could not know how to start. Maybe this is why some of my friends say that I’m too dependent of myself. Always put everything in my heart and refuses to let any of my friends know what I am thinking at this time. Some may think that I’m too stubborn, always believe that I can do it all by myself without any of my friends’ help. This is me, Joyce; I can’t stop myself from thinking in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I want to say, I doubt all my friends will want to listen. They are busy working, studying or we had already suddenly become stranger so it’s impossible for me to give them a ring to tell them all my problems. Don’t ask me to find a boyfriend as I don’t believe there will have a guy who will will to listen to all my woes and sorrow. I don’t want to have a boyfriend now as this is not what I want at this stage. You can say it’s very common to have a boyfriend but that does not mean that I must have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s up to the individual to want to have. Have you wonder why some people can find a boyfriend so fast within a few months of schooling but others take years or even go to chat room to find one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how they managed to find and I don’t want to know the reason. I just want to be myself. I don’t want to change because of others and this will not be me, Joyce anymore. I don’t care how others see me, whether they think I being stubborn or what, I just don’t give a darn about it. So please stop asking me to change just because you don’t like the way I behave. Anyway, this is none of your business so why do you care so much. If you are unhappy with the way I behave you can jolly well not be friends with me, I won’t be bother whether I had lost a friend like you. Stop asking me to change to the character or the person that you like. This will not be Joyce anymore. You are just treating me like a substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce is Joyce, she will not change foe the sake of others. If you don’t like the way she react, then don’t make friend with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sleepy so I shall stop here. Friends please don’t ask me what is happening to me. I don’t want to tell so please respect my decision. Take care my friends. Good night everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115064618420211217?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115064618420211217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115064618420211217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115064618420211217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115064618420211217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-makes-me-have-this-sudden-change.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115055896476899850</id><published>2006-06-18T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:42:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I went to Toa Payoh to meet my leader, Meiyan at the Macdonald. I was late as usual. Sorry girl for letting you to wait. LiXuan was late too. This meeting makes me very happy as it had been a long time since we can sit down together for a gathering. In fact there is a reason for meeting up. We are supposed to make some gifts for our new friends as a souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location will be held at National Library, level 1.it’s open for the public and admission is free. From 3rd to 9th July, 10am to 10pm. for those who are interested can go to this website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultureofpeaceexhibit.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;www.cultureofpeaceexhibit.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s meeting is quite fun. I enjoy myself a lot. Chat a lot with LiXuan and realized that I’m indeed a chatterbox. We had plenty of topics to cover and I began to find that she is like just like me. Both like to talk and the funny part is we can talk about different things then later get back to the same topic again. She is older than me a lot but we do not have any generation gap at all. Amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I realized that I had nothing in mind that I want to post here. Maybe I’m just too tired or perhaps is my mind is not here at all. Anyway, I shall end here. Good night friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115055896476899850?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115055896476899850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115055896476899850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115055896476899850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115055896476899850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-went-to-toa-payoh-to-meet-my-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115030156061364464</id><published>2006-06-14T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:12:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Some time I really wonder why I have this type of friends. Pretend to be nice to you, need help then will call you. If nothing went wrong, she will hack care of you. I’m really sick of you, STOP pretending. You know who you are and please don’t ask me who am I referring to. I will not entertain you with this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I’m just being too sensitive but I can’t control it. Anyway I’m tired, need to take my sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day for me, I suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115030156061364464?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115030156061364464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115030156061364464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115030156061364464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115030156061364464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-time-i-really-wonder-why-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-115026201598005857</id><published>2006-06-14T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:13:35.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is indeed a shocking new to me. I still can’t believe that my brother had passed away. He passed away on the 11th of June 2006, peacefully. What caused him to pass away, I really don’t know. Mother refused to let me know at this period of time. This few days, I went to attend his wake, it was just a block away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still very young, only 37 years old and just passed away like this. If you are me, you will never believe this news. I believe all my Soka friends WILL not be able to take this shocking news. I can’t call him and shout &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;, where are you, can send me home. This is what I usually do when I was at my religion. Most of the time meeting and gathering is mostly held at night. This is to convenience the working adult, after work they can go to kaikan. Kaikan is what we call instead of saying Soka association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my brother stay near me so I will always take this chance bully him to ask him to send me home. I know I am very bad. He will always joke with me and ask me to follow him if I want a free ride. In the end, he will call me to ask where I am and tell me he is leaving soon, ask me to get prepared. Now, I can’t joke with him and shout &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;. Everybody in my religion knows that he is my brother as I will shout very loud whenever I see him. I’m a crazy girl right. I don’t deny. In fact I’m proud to say that I’m a very crazy girl. Can u imagine there will lots of people and I just don’t care what this word-embarrassed means to me is? Facing so many people and yet I can still shout &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;. Now thinking back, I think I really lose face several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I will send him for the last journey at Mandai for cremation. I really don’t know what will I be reacting when I see his coffin for the last time. I hope I will be able to control myself not to shout &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BROTHER&lt;/span&gt; in front of so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he will always be my brother even thought he had passed away. I will always remember him. Memories are meant for us to remember regardless it’s good or bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here. Don’t have the mood to write. I need to take a break, feeling very sad at this moment. Take care friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-115026201598005857?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/115026201598005857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=115026201598005857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115026201598005857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/115026201598005857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-indeed-shocking-new-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114974809055307483</id><published>2006-06-08T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:30:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;These two days I did not go to school. Missed all my friends, I want to go school. These stupid illnesses refused to leave my body hence I can’t get well. Stay at home simply makes me sicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Geraldine is coping with our project. She needs to compile all the work in a neater arrangement in order to submit to lecturer. I hope she is going fine on it. Wonder will she read my blog, I really don’t know. Staying at home means slacking at home as I don’t have the feeling of touching books, instead I online most of my time. Doctor told me to have plenty of rest but you can’t possible to let me sleep all day. This will makes me more tired. I think I had tire myself since the day I had started school. I don’t think it’s my school work that makes me fall sick. Ever since I had started working in UOB, I had to work till quite late but that time I don seem like I will going to fall sick, just when I was rushing project then I started fall sick. Mother keep claiming that I lack of sleep, lack of water and etc. she don’t admit that I was stress that makes me fall sick. I think my sickness is due to my working in my previous job but not in studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people are reading my blog so this makes me in a rather difficult situation to whether to write this or that. I afraid if I write this particular post about some particular stuff, they will think that I am shooting them in some other way. Tell me what I should do, to write them down or just put them all in my heart. I think I will try to convince myself only post those that are necessary, the rest will lies in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long time since I had met Gloria, my godmother. I had been sick for so long, this makes me can’t have lunch with her as I do not want to pass all those irritating gems to her. I hope she will understand. Friends, please pray that Joyce will get well soon; I don’t want all my friends to worry about me. Had been a long time did not have lunch with nor, candy and Yoon Foong. They will think that maybe I am busy with my school work but they are wrong. I’m terribly sick; I don’t want them to see how sick I am. Don’t worry once I’m well I will find some time to meet them and at the same time tell them why I cannot have lunch with them. I know they will understand. They are nice people, I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is friendship ever lasting? Some times I felt that if you are very well with that particular friend, you will think that having this only friend is enough. No point has lots of friends but they do not know you well. This thinking is WRONG. Some will argue that have a truly good friend that understand you well is enough. He or she will know when you are sad or happy and they will be there when you need him or her most. This is again RUBBISH. No matter how good your friendship is, they might not be with you when you need their help. What friends forever are totally transparent to me? They are all words that you can’t believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thinking? Why do I suddenly have this kind of weird thinking? Are friends that important in our lives? I myself can’t even answer these questions. Sometime I just want to be alone, alone and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really felt that grudges can be bear easily and how people can appear to be nice to you yet backstab you right after you turn your back away. I know this sentence got nothing to do with my today’s post but this sentence just flew past my brain so I had decided to write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall stop here. Don’t have the mood to update. Have too many doubts that can’t be solved in a single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114974809055307483?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114974809055307483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114974809055307483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114974809055307483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114974809055307483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-two-days-i-did-not-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114931898778936113</id><published>2006-06-04T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:16:27.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had been sick for more than a week. I don’t know who passed the loving germs to me and hence make me suffered like hell. Yesterday was a terrible day for me. Sick still have to force myself to go to school for business mathematics project. The whole morning to the middle of the day, I was in the resource centre which is so called a library in my school. The air con was not that cold but I am freezing to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say I have fever the whole day without me realizing it.  When I reach home I took my temperature and I had a high fever. No wonder Chrissie told me I look very tired. All the illness come to me and refuses to leave. I think they are happy torturing me. Michelle kept asking me if I’m okay several times but I refuse to tell her I’m not feeling well. What is the point of telling her when she can’t do much? Time is limited to us as when we had finish doing our project. The whole day I was coughing badly till the whole resource centre can hear it. To make matter worse I drank cold drink. So now I had learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that weekends I need to stay at home to nurse myself back. Even if I’m well I can’t go out too as I need to study for economics. Who will want to go out with me when I’m full of germs? I think I had overworked myself that why I’m so easy fall sick. Anyway stay at home is good, I can take this opportunity to rest more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Priscilla called me just now to ask me out but I had to reject her as I don’t want to pass the germs to her and make her fall sick. Initially she wanted to come to my house to visit me, I’m so touched but girl, what count is the though. I appreciated your kindness. After your common test we go out together, I hope that time I’m felling better. I have lots of things to buy, now is Great Singapore Sales, I don’t want to waste this opportunity. If not I will have to wait till End of Sales. Simply saying I will have to wait for another six months, NO I will not let this happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I must buy at least a single thing to make myself feel better or else I will have inferior complex. Seeing people buying things yet I don’t have a single new thing, I believe this feeling is not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddancelibra will not have time for me as she is blessed with the power of love. This makes me rather upset. First of all I don’t want to be their lamppost. Day time is already so bright, still want an additional lamppost. This is ridiculous. I believe once she read this post she will be hopping mad and this is the aim that I want. Little monster is bad but not as bad as little devil. Ignore me, this little monster; (laughing out loud) I want to make you feel bad or else my name will not be called cheeky Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I think its time for me to stop here as it is time for me to get back to serious stuff which is revising my beloved Economics. Need to start early or else I will start panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I will get well soon. Take care everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114931898778936113?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114931898778936113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114931898778936113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114931898778936113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114931898778936113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-been-sick-for-more-than-week.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114907093215124985</id><published>2006-06-01T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:29:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After school, I went to K. K Hospital to see John’s daughter. She was borne on the 29th of May at 1032am. She is so cute. Unfortunately I can’t play with her; I can only look at her as her bones are still too soft for me to carry her. I think I will have to wait for half a year later in order to play with her. I can’t wait till her one month birthday. I believe that time I can carry her around. She might be able to recognize people at that time. I had taken some photos of her. Will upload all the pictures here to let you guys admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do all the talking. Hope you guys will enjoy looking at all the photos that I had taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="69" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/31-05-06_1627.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had just woke up, eyes are still close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 98px; HEIGHT: 64px" height="64" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/31-05-06_1628.jpg" width="85" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; HEIGHT: 66px" height="53" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/31-05-06_1629.jpg" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZiXin is hungry, look at her mouth. Widely opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/31-05-06_1630.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so cute that i can't resist of not taking her photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="144" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/31-05-06_1631.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open her mouth big is a sign that she is hungry. I am lame hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="139" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/31-05-06_1633.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had just finish dranking milk, time for her to sleep back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="143" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/31-05-06_1634.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why she open her mouth wide when she had just finish her milk. Perhaps she want me to take her photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="147" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/31-05-06_1637.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="145" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/31-05-06_1708.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* I'm tired, please do not disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="142" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/zixin.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, she is too cute, i don't want to leave but i need to as its too late for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114907093215124985?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114907093215124985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114907093215124985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114907093215124985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114907093215124985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-school-i-went-to-k.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114907050691381191</id><published>2006-05-31T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:15:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I went to Eehwa’s graduation ceremony today. I took some photos with her and she had promised to sent it to me when I online the next time. I was not feeling very good today but I still managed to go as I had promised her I will be her guest for that day. Promised are meant to be kept, once you had promised you will have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very tired so I shall not have a long post. I’m both mentally and physically tired. I need a good rest so if today my reaction had scare you (Eehwa and Kiwie), I’m very &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SORRY &lt;/span&gt; as I had tried to make myself look like I’m not sick but I had failed. A very big sorry that I had scared you two. Infact the whole day I was feeling very uneasy, I’m speaking the truth. Maybe I’m lack of sleep, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night friends. Eyes are simply too tired till it makes me feel like I’m crying when I’m typing this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114907050691381191?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114907050691381191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114907050691381191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114907050691381191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114907050691381191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-went-to-eehwas-graduation-ceremony.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114879172616059805</id><published>2006-05-27T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:48:46.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It had been a week since I had updated my blog. I had been rather busy with my schooling and some other stuff. Last week on the 21st of May I went to big walk with eehwa and kiwie. Our meeting place is at Kallang MRT station at 630am but I was late. Being the nearest to the station yet I fail to be the earliest, so what a failure I am. If I’m not wrong, I reach around 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not go into the detail of how I spent the entire day with them as I believe it’s too long. The whole morning we are busy chatting and walking to the destination. On the way back, my track shoes is spoil, this makes me rather upset as this shoes had been with me for almost five years. I had feeling towards these shoes. I remembered when I was in secondary school; I will wear it to school everyday instead of wearing white shoes. After the whole event had finish, all three of us when to park way to have our lunch and at the same time hunt for my new shoes. In the end I had decided to buy a new pair at Charles and Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to East Coast Park (ECP). Eehwa and kiwie had decided to rent bicycles while for me I can’t rent as I’m not wearing track shoes so I will have to walk around ECP myself for one and a half hour. Finally it was time for me to meet both of them; I had a tired day as I had walked finish the whole ECP twice. Looking at the sea, I realized the beach is not as nice as those in Perth. The sand in Perth is totally from Singapore. They had fine sand that won’t stick your feet. The water is clear but when you look at ours, you will faint. I seriously hope we can do something to our beach. We should not destroy our beautiful beach as this might not impress our tourists. Overall ECP is clean with almost no litter on the floor. I can’t find any litters on the floor. Sound like I’m promoting Singapore but what I had said is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was time for us to go home. I reach home around 745pm. when I called eehwa; she is still with kiwie eating their dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here. Good night everybody.&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/9289650-114879172616059805?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114879172616059805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114879172616059805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114879172616059805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114879172616059805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-had-been-week-since-i-had-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114768759297246009</id><published>2006-05-16T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:06:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I had a tired day. Too many stuffs yet so little time. How can I ever finish all of them within such a short period of time? Joyce is tired after a whole day of schooling and studying at the Toa Payoh Library. Read economics at the library for almost an hour but nothing goes into my brain. Am I stupid? I only understand all those that my lecturer had taught but not those that I had read myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps what I need is time. Shall stop here. Need to rest my eyes as they are really very sleepy and tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114768759297246009?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114768759297246009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114768759297246009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114768759297246009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114768759297246009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-tired-day.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114753731142100452</id><published>2006-05-14T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:23:35.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I went out with my sister, Yvonne to City hall. There is a reason behind it but I’m not going to write it here or some one will laugh at me. Around five plus, sister and I walk from North Boat Quay to all the way to Bugis. This time round we went to hunt for mothers’ day present. Mother doesn’t want anything that is too expensive but she did hint to us that she wanted a watch as most of her watch had already spoilt. So in the end sister and I had decided to look for a neither so expensive nor cheap watch as her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I can’t resist from the temptation of the nice watch that I had saw in the shop, I had bought it home with me, Sister pay for it. If I have the time I might upload it to let everybody have a look. It was a silver watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bought a gift for my god mother, Gloria too. (With an evil laugh, grin), I will not reveal to everybody what is the present that I had bought for my god mother. I like it every much and I hope she will like it. Not going to reveal anything, it is meant to be a surprised. Only my sister, Gloria and I will know what the gift is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days I was rather guilty as I did not touch my economics at all. Friday, accompany eehwa to shop for her black skirt. It is meant for her Monday interview. I have a nice taste as her brother compliment that it is a nice skirt. So the whole day I did not touch my books at all. Thought that Saturday I will have the whole day to study but I am wrong, need to accompany sister to some where so which mean I cannot study liao. What a sad thing right. Don’t worry I still have Sunday to touch my textbook. My whole family will be celebrating Mother’s Day at the evening with my grand mother too so this mean that I can study economics. I will have the morning and afternoon. People please don’t disturb Joyce to study; she had missed the whole of Friday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like Joyce is suddenly so hardworking right. I had told myself no matter how I must have a good foundation of economics. I must not fail economics. As time goes on, I realized that economics is not a very different subject to study. I think that I had some misunderstanding about my lecturer that makes me don’t really like her lesson. After Thursday lesson, my point of view towards her change totally and I began to like economics so all the more I must study economics diligently. No point empty talk, time will reveal everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, I realized that I had nothing much to write. Perhaps I should start to squeeze my brain juice to think of what I’m going to write in my next post. I cannot every time write about my studies. This will bored all my friends and soon they will not come to read. Joyce will be very sad. Trust me I will try my best to find some interesting stuffs to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce is very sleepy after the whole day of walking here and there. Need to set off to la la land. If interested to go with me, fight will be leaving in fifteen minutes. Please remember to fasten your seat belt as this flight does not include insurance. Any injuries, company will not be responsible. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and sweet dreams everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114753731142100452?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114753731142100452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114753731142100452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114753731142100452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114753731142100452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-went-out-with-my-sister-yvonne-to.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114718483028032319</id><published>2006-05-10T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:27:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Recently, too many things had happened that makes me. I do not know how to begin so in the end I choose not to update it here. I knew that my personal life is being attack so there is someone who will so call ‘monitor’ my blog. This person will anyhow spread rumors to any person who happen to chat with them online. I think he will know who I am referring to. In fact I do not mind people reading my blog as this is mean for the public so any one who happen to drop by are welcome to read. What I’m really piss is that even if we are talking about you in our blog, you can’t do anything about it as this is our blog, we have the rights to write whatever we want. If you are not happy regarding anything, you can choose not to come to read again. Nobody force you to neither read nor ask you to give any comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may sound rather straight forward but this is what I am. Honestly speaking, my patient is limited so don’t force me to blast out everything and I think more people will know the truth that is not meant for everybody. I believe quite a number of people will read my posts so please don’t force me to write all the unnecessary stuffs. This will make you lose all your pride, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life is fun. I treasure the time I spent with my new friends. They are a bunch of crazy fellows. They can suddenly in the middle of the lesson, cracks jokes to me. Sometimes I really have the urge to burst out laughing but I can’t as my class is a big class. We have more than sixty students. Can you imagine what will happen if I burst out laughing. I bet everybody will think I’m a fool and will look at me like an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt that I had nothing to write anymore. No more political stuffs to write. Quite miss the time to force myself to squeeze brain juice to write all the stuffs that they had treat me. In fact what I miss most is my god mother, Gloria. I miss her lame jokes and suddenly talking to her friends. She can suddenly burst out laughing that makes me want to laugh too. So now what I can do is only have lunch with her when I’m free. I can only have lunch with her once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I shall stop here. Don’t have the feeling to continue. Take care friends. Good night everybody.&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/9289650-114718483028032319?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114718483028032319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114718483028032319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114718483028032319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114718483028032319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/05/recently-too-many-things-had-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114691749212732309</id><published>2006-05-05T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:11:32.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;What a boring Friday night day. I hate weekends as all my lecturers will give me tons of homework to do. This means that I have to sacrifices my outing with little devil. I wonder will she read my latest post. I miss shopping, but I believe I will have to endure with it as I think my studies are more important than anything. Never mind, when the Singapore sales come, I will give myself some excuse to so call relax myself. So what I need to do is try to save as much of money as possible for the Singapore sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently she is vexed over her work. That stupid boss, can’t stand her attitude, untimely, she is just a temp staff so why do she want to raise her voice over such a small issue. Just because you are the supervisor, you can do whatever you like. Life is unfair, this phrase is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here. Need to get back to my studies, economics. Need to find some research for my project which needs to submit at the end of this month. Time is running up, so this means I can’t update my posts as often as last time. Take care everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114691749212732309?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114691749212732309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114691749212732309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114691749212732309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114691749212732309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-boring-friday-night-day.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114621043295606527</id><published>2006-04-28T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:47:12.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To all my friends who are waiting patiently for my update, a very big SORRY to everyone as I was rather busy with my school stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School had started for almost a week. Quite stress as some subjects look foreign to me like economics. Had busy studying for days as I was quite confused with the basic of economics. Don’t worry I will get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, I prefer schooling life then working life. Even thought sometimes assignments and tutorials will makes you sound like a secondary students but we still need to have homework. It is to test whether you have the fundamental knowledge for that particular subject. In my point of view I felt that schooling is more stress than working. Why do I say this? The reason is simple, recall back; once you reach your office, on your computer and you are ready to do the same things everyday till it was time for you to knock off from work. I’m saying about office work. Everyday your colleagues will put paperwork in your in-tray then you will make it a point or it’s a must to finish them all within a day so that you will not encounter a back log. Imagine, your are having a conversation with your customer, do you expect your colleague to interrupt you just to hand the paperwork to you or put them in your in-tray then you sort them all yourselves. Which one do you prefer? Once you have back log, the sad thing is to come back to work on Saturday while others will have a chance to relax and enjoy their weekends with their loved ones. Your brain is not thinking at all. For those who think that my logic is stupid or senseless, you can tag in my tag board and we can discuss about this issues. I welcome all of your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schooling on the other hand is different, we are constantly thinking and at the same time learning news thing that the lecturer had taught. Our brain is thinking. I love schooling even thought I only study for half the day. The rest of the day, I’m free but I will not waste my time doing stuffs that is not concern with school work. I will self-study just the day before my lecturer start the lesson; this will enable me to have a better understanding of what they are going to teach me. After they had finished the lesson, I will read back again the textbook to make sure I truly understand the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must make it a point to have this habit of study a day before the lesson has start. You can say I am a typical Singaporean, I don’t mind as I know this is part of what a student should behave. What is the point of studying when you don revise it constantly. I don’t believe in last minute revising or station in your study room for the whole day just to revise. This will not work especially for economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired after a long day. Good bye everybody.&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/9289650-114621043295606527?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114621043295606527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114621043295606527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114621043295606527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114621043295606527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-all-my-friends-who-are-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114589232544628945</id><published>2006-04-22T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:01:27.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Weekends are spent rather busy and meaningful. Why do I say that? Firstly I shall say about my appointment on Saturday. I meet my ex-colleague, Kim poh at Cityhall station at 1pm. when we had meet; we went to Mos burger to take our lunch. After we had finished our lunch, we went to carpenter street for the beauty workshop. Initially I don’t know the reason why does he want to meet me but when I reached there, I know the reason. The reason is to be his model, I’m not saying that I’m very pretty or what so please don’t get the wrong intention. The workshop last till about four plus. From 2 to late 5 plus. After the workshop, there are about ten of us going off to eat our dinner. Can you imagine how big our gang is? Wendy, my just know friend suggest going to a place where they will have lots of people, so in then end we went to far east to shop around. She told us she likes to mix with the youngsters so far east is the best place for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Far East, the first thing she told us is she want to eat ice cream, we went to gelare. It was so expensive. We shop around for a while and had decided to rest at a stall which I had forgotten at where. I salute to them, they can’t walk for long journey, every short while, they will suggest going to a place to rest and chit chat. They are a bunch of funny friends, have the same frequency as me. When the clock strikes 9.30pm, it was time for me to leave Far East as they had to meet their friends. Since I do not know their friends, I think I better make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I admit I was quite tired and just want to rest early as I had an appointment with eehwa on Sunday. In the end, I did not sleep early as what I had planned. I took some photos and will upload them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/kimpohme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Kim Poh and me, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Uncle Patrick and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/22-04-06_1718.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A zhi lian Joyce is taking a picture of herself while waiting for her friends. They went for meeting and leave me alone in the spacious room. What a sad reality, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I think It will be a short post compared to the rest that I had written as I’m simply very tired after a long day of walking and hanging around with them. I shall stop here. Good night everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114589232544628945?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114589232544628945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114589232544628945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114589232544628945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114589232544628945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekends-are-spent-rather-busy-and_22.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114572591768026919</id><published>2006-04-21T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:55:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It was a busy day for me as it was my last day. The moment I report to work, I went down to candy’s side (CCOC) to retrieve a customer’s balance transfer application. This prolong till some time till I saw Joyce and ask her whether did CCOC return them any balance transfer application as this is her case. Finally I was worry for nothing as it is with her all along. I had simply waste my time for doing nothing. Initially I was rather angry with her as she told me she did inform me to KIV this case. After some time she come back to take back the email form me so I thought is normal processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was my last day so no point angry with a small matter likes this. I was quite sad when Gloria told me she wanted to take half day leave. My last day yet she want to take half day leave. Anyway I promise her I will keep in contact with her. If my lesson ends early, I will eat lunch with her but must tell her early so that she can get prepared. Gloria, I will miss you. In the whole department, she is the one who treat me nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally lunch time is here. I meet Nor, Candy, Yoon Foong and Kelvin at the lobby. We had agreed to meet for lunch as it was my last day. We walked for almost fifteen minutes bit all the places are booked by the secondary school kids so after some time we had decided to eat at Delifrance. I told them I want to treat them but they refused. In the end, when we wanted to leave the shop, I quickly go to the counter to pay. I hope we had an enjoyable lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether they will come to my blog to read my post or not. I know they will not as I did not tell them I had a blog. What I want to tell them is I will treasure the time we spent together. Friends are hard to find. I truly understand the meaning of it. Nor, I will miss you. Must always keep in contact. I will miss the time when we are busy gossiping during both in lunch and office time. When free must give me a call for an outing or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy. Yoon Foong and Kelvin, I wishes you guys all the best in whatever you do. Hope we still have the fate to meet up. Yes, I remember, when I went down to CCOC department to put my daily balance transfer applications, they gibe me a boutique of flower and a gift. The gift is a shirt and a hand made card that is made my Kelvin. Thanks guys, I really like the gifts. Will upload the photos of the boutique of flower in my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/22-04-06_2347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/babychan/22-04-06_1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a nice flower, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here as I am rather tired after a long day in the office. Need to wake up early as I had an appointment tomorrow. Good night everybody. Keep in suspense for the time being.&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/9289650-114572591768026919?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114572591768026919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114572591768026919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114572591768026919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114572591768026919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-was-busy-day-for-me-as-it-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114563778991675190</id><published>2006-04-20T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:43:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I look forward for tomorrow as it officially my last day. Wonder the new girl, Christina will get the hang of my stuffs as there are lots to be done. Hopefully, Daniel will ask her to do the simple stuffs then slowly increased it. I don’t think she will remember all the things that I had told her as today is just her first day of work. I think to her, it will be complicated as it involves lots of things. In fact it’s interlinked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hope everything turns well for me. People pray for me. I shall update the last day when I was in Hong Kong. This will be last post, sorry people for letting you wait for ages. I had been rather busy so I simply don’t have the time to update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;5 April, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All of us woke up rather early to get prepared to fly back to our busy city. I look forward coming back to Singapore. We had checked out late from the hotel yet Win’s travel was late again. A good thing is that we are not so obedient to check out from the hotel at 7.15am or else all of us will have a really black face when they come. Before we board the plane, we went to shop in the airport as eehwa and I do not want to bring back all the Hong Kong dollars back to Singapore. We went to a shop that sells Disneyland stuff. I brought two cell phone accessories. One is to put on my phone as the Motorola screen wiper had spoilt so its time for a new accessory to replace it. The other one is to put it on my MP3 as I think the lanyard that they had given me is rather ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After that it was time for us to go in the custom and both of us went to buy a Giordano T-shirt. Honestly speaking, theirs is far much better then those that sell in Singapore. The quality is much better. I truly understand why some people say in Hong Kong, you should buy Giordano clothes but not in Singapore. We had left sufficient cash to buy Burger King cheapest burger. It was so pathetic but at least we do not need to starve ourselves so it is consider a blessing is disguise. After we had eaten our burger, we fall asleep throughout the whole journey. Seriously speaking, I was awake at the middle of the journey; my seat was not so comfortable so in the end I had no choice but to wake eehwa up. I told her I don’t want the window seat, I need to change to another seat which is also next to her. I think eehwa will know the reason as I don’t want think it is necessary for me to tell everybody about this small issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Finally we had reached Singapore. I missed Singapore and my family members. After deciding for some time, we had decided to eat delifrance. We put our luggage at the corner of our seat and proceed to buy our food. I think the orange juice that I had drank is the first vitamin C that I had for the whole five days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hong Kong, trust me I will be back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Good night everybody. It’s rather late and I’m tired already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114563778991675190?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114563778991675190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114563778991675190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114563778991675190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114563778991675190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-look-forward-for-tomorrow-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114538008038838379</id><published>2006-04-19T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:10:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Today is not a bad day to me as everything goes my way. I must admit that today I had done a lot of exercise as I keep going down to 18th floor to pass my balance transfer applications to Candy. I just don’t understand what is on their mind when they are applying for the application. I don’t think they will know that they are making us, have a hard time. Can you imagine, I need to retrieve the application when they want to cancelled it? It is not an easy task. I hate it when the analysts hand me an e-mail attach, telling me to read it. The moment they hand me that, I knew it must not be something good. Something I really wonder, when I forgot to cancel, they will make a big fuse and will constantly remind me. Come on, the volume is getting higher, I can’t even handle daily stuffs yet you guys keep want me to look at all this small matter. Some time they can go down themselves to retrieve but they choose not as they want me to go down. I really don’t know what is on their mind. Anyway I’m leaving so why should I bother so much. I should led life to the fullest instead of worrying about things that doesn’t belong to me after this week. I’m not trying to be irresponsible as I knew I can’t possible work all my life there. I know what I want in life, working as a temp staff is not what I really want in this stage of my life. Anyway, let’s get back to my Hong Kong post. I hope my readers are still waiting patiently for my updates. I admit I’m rather slow as eehwa had updated everything, all in a day yet I need to sort them by day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4 April, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Wk, eehwa and I woke up pretty early to get prepared to go to Yuen Lang to buy pastry back to Singapore. I must admit that the pastries are nice to eat so traveled all the way there is worth it. I strongly recommend you guys to try the wife cake in Yuen Lang if you happened to go Hong Kong. All of us bought a lot of wife cakes back. Too bad all of do not have a car or else we can drive back to our hotel. Joyce, continue to dream till your balloon burst. If we have a car, I’m sure all of us will buy more back to Singapore. Wait till it over weight then we will decide what to do. Worst come to worst, we will pay the tax. This is the first time we try their bus, the reason is simple, we are just too lazy to walk to the MTR so we had decided to take bus. The lady luck is with us as there are buses that will bring us to Jordan MTR. From there we can walk back to our hotel. Good thing is that the bus driver is very friendly towards us; perhaps he knew that we are tourists, unfamiliar to various places so he tries to help us in whatever he can. When we had reached the destination, he even called for us to alight and wait till we had alight then he closed the door. We thank him several times, he smile back to us while he was driving to another stop. From there, we walk back to our hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Can you imagine from Jordan MTR, we need to take a cab back to Yau Ma Tei. The reason is simple; we had some conflicts over the reading of map. Details of the matter I shall not goes into it as I think what is over is over, let bygones be bygones. Only those that are childish will claim that he is always rights. We shall let him be the winner; I can’t be bothered by what he had said. Since his ego is so high, we shall let it be. I can’t be bothered by what he had said to his friends, as long as I know I did not relies on him on the entire trip. Eehwa and I can survive without looking at the map to return back to the hotel so what does it show. I shall not further explain. The smart ones will get what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After we had reached our hotel, rest for a while, we are ready to set off to another destination. This time round we had decided to go to their CBD around. We went to Stanley market, sad thing is we can’t managed to buy a single thing as what they had sell is all those that we do not need or use at all. Mostly are gifts and souvenirs. In the end, we had decided to go off so we just hop onto any bus that can bring us out of Stanley market. I think we spent more time in traveling. We have a sight-seeing day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The whole journey, we slept all our way as we have insufficient sleep. There are reasons behind, if my mood is not that good, I might consider telling you guys what had happened. It was a long journey so when I wake up, I saw a MTR station and point it to eehwa, both of us are so blur that we had forgotten that we are suppose to alight there. Simply saying we had missed our stop. Frankly speaking, we pretend that nothing had happen and this lasted for two stops and finally we had decided to alight. We are slow right? When we alight, the first that we do is staring at each other, asking each other what we shall do next. Seconds later, we seek help through our map. Busy looking at the signboard, from there walks through the underpass and tries our luck. In Hong Kong, there are many signboards so it is quite easy to walk to anywhere you want. Finally hard work so pay off, we had reach our hotel. Do you think we girls are smart, we managed to find our way back without paying extra cash? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;On the way to the hotel, we saw a bakery shops that sell egg tarts. Eehwa and I had five egg tarts each. It was delicious. The best egg tarts I had ate during this trip. Perhaps we are hungry so anything to us is nice. When it was 630, we went down and eat dim sum again. The same stall, can you imagine how hungry we are. After that we went to Ladies Market as this is requested by eehwa as she needs to get some pyjamas for her two cute nieces and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;When we are back to our hotel, we packed our luggage and found that it was pretty heavy and I have no choice but to bring out my additional bag that was in my luggage. This additional bag was used to put eehwa and mine’s egg roll. There are six tins in it. Seriously speaking I was so scare that it will over weight. Do you know what did I tell them, I tell them a jokes that all of then burst out laughing. If it really overweight fears not, what I need to do is to wink at the officer as I am the last batch of Miss Singapore. That eehwa claims that she is Miss Universe. Always want to have a higher post than me. anyway, it just meant to be a jokes. We are not think skin, we are just creating atmosphere. The guys are busy laughing with our silly jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Anyway, time to end our day. Good night everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114538008038838379?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114538008038838379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114538008038838379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114538008038838379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114538008038838379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-not-bad-day-to-me-as.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114528826069109764</id><published>2006-04-18T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:37:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Monday always makes me very moody and sad as it’s the first day of the week. After my trip to Hong Kong, I felt that nothing good will comes to me, perhaps I’m being too sensitive but you can’t blame me to have this type of negative thinking. Anyway I don’t want to go into details of the things that had happened to me during work. I shall continue my update in Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;3 April, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Finally the day had come for me to go Disneyland. I had been waiting for this day to come. Disneyland, here we come. All four of us when to Yau Ma Tei station to get our one day unlimited pass. It cost us HK 50dollars each. When we reach sunny bay station, to switch to the train that will bring us to Disneyland, the window had the shape of the Mickey Mouse. It was so cute. Have a magical day in Disneyland. Eehwa, don’t you think this sentence sound familiar. When we reached Disneyland, everybody will be given an entrance card that will have a Disney cartoon character on it. Mine is a Mickey Mouse print on it. I enjoy myself in Disneyland, eehwa and I are busying taking photos with all the characters that we like. It’s not waste of time at all as we don’t see them in Singapore. I like all the photos but I don’t think I will upload them so fast. I bought a lovely keychain in Disneyland; it had the shape of the Mickey Mouse and small figures of them. I had start using it as my house key. Looking at it makes me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think we took more photos than we played all the rides. We played limited rides, the mountain space is nice and it really makes my head spin badly. I can’t even balance myself after the game. Seriously it’s not scary at all as there are man-made stairs, just like star galaxy to let you admire. This will divert your attention and makes you don’t feel anything. If I can say till like this, this shows that it was not a scary ride. Eehwa will know what I’m referring to. Anyway after watching the Disney parade, it was time for us to leave and back to the reality world.&lt;br /&gt;We reached our hotel at late 5plus. By the time we are ready, our stomach is hinting us, so we try our luck to hunt for food around our hotel area. We try dim sum and clay pot rice. After that we went to Prince Edward to shop around. I still prefer ladies market at Mongkok. We did not buy anything, just shop around and after that it was time for us to go back to our hotel. I must admit that Prince Edward is very near to out hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it’s time for us to end our day. Good night everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114528826069109764?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114528826069109764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114528826069109764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114528826069109764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114528826069109764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-always-makes-me-very-moody-and.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114520753356425601</id><published>2006-04-17T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:42:21.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I’m back to continue the second day of my trip. For those who are reading my blog, you will have to wait patiently for my update as I wanted to write as detail as possible to let you guys know that I’m enjoying every single of the trip with my friends. Hong Kong is a great place and I will come back again so please wait for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;2 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eehwa, wk and I woke up early in the morning. We had decided to have a walk in King’s Park to feel the morning breeze. This was planned a day ahead as all of us do want to waste a single second in the trip. Some may wonder why we want to choose King’s Park when there are plenty of parks in Hong Kong. The reason is simple as King’s Park is the nearest to our hotel so we had decided to walk there to take a look. What I can say is there park is totally different from Singapore. The park there is very big and spacious. It is a great place for both the youngsters and the elderly. I shall not go to the extent of describing the park. It will take me a very long time just to describe the park. Anyway I really enjoy myself, climbing the slope is what I normally will not do in Singapore. i had did it in Hong Kong. I’m so proud of myself. We had exercise in the morning so I will not feel so guilty when I see food. What a lame excuse I had given to myself. Don’t laugh at me, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After our visit to the King’s Park, we had decided to grab a bite. Initially I told eehwa I wanted to eat dim sum so all three of us are busying hunting for any shop that sell dim sum. We walk a few streets to try our luck but luck is not on our side, we could not find any shops that sell dim sum. In the end, we gave up and entered a cafe to ease our hunger. It sells noodles, with mixtures of beef or chicken, eggs and tea. They gave us cold tea instead of hot tea but we still drank it. Thanks wk for the breakfast treat. I was shocked when I convert it to Singapore dollar; it was less than fifty dollars for the breakfast. Mind you, it was meant for three people. Can you imagine how cheap it was? After our meal, we continue to find our way back to hotel to meet up with Melvin. On the way back, I agreed we have some conflicts over the reading of map but in the end we choose to use the landmark as our indication instead of using shortest distance to get back to the hotel. Eehwa and I use landmark as indication as this is always the safest and reliable way but someone claims that using short distance is the fastest way to get back to the hotel. He even claims that we do not know how to read map, excuse me, I used to be a geography student so somehow I will know how to read a map. Don’t doubt my geography teacher. Soon we find the police station that claim in the map that it is pretty near our hotel. Ya the police station that I’m referring to is Yau Ma Tei police station. We took some photos there to prove that we went to the police station. I agreed it was quite a stupid thing to do when the local saw us but we just don’t give a damm. What a joke when we realized the police station is so near our hotel, so guys we choose the right hotel. Thanks you, the credit should goes to Joyce as I was the one telling my agency to help me find a hotel or else all of us will be staying at a budget hotel. Eehwa, I’m telling the truth so went you read this, please don’t say I’m thick skin when in fact I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We went back to the hotel to meet up with Melvin but we are shocked when he told us he woke up very early, think it is about 10. Melvin and wk began their shopping spree while we girls are busying dressing up. In order not to let them wait for us, we had decided to spilt into two gangs. After both of us had done, we head to Kowloon Tong (jiu long tang). I can’t believe my eyes when we reach Festive Walk. The shopping centre was high built up and if I’m not wrong it was six storeys high. Most of the stores sell branded stuff and it was impossible to get anything there. We simply can’t afford it. Anyway I bought make-ups for my sister and a jacket for myself. Both items are from Esprit. I like the jacket a lot. Love you to bits eehwa, as she is the one keep telling me to buy as I can’t make up my mind to buy or not to buy. We bought assorted cakes and even try their pineapple bun. It was great and you should try too if you are in Hong Kong. The tins are very nice but very heavy as there are only four tins in a box. I hope eehwa will not regret for buying the tins back to Singapore. We bought limited boxes as we can’t carry too many home, it is simply too heavy for both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After Kowloon Tong, I told eehwa I wanted to go to snoopy place which is at Sha Tin. I had a hard time to convince eehwa that I wanted to go there. She told me it will be a waste of time to get there as we might not buy anything there as it is just a waste of money. Anyway we still went there so both of us check the map and get our way to Kowloon Tong KCR. Can you imagine both girls carrying bags of assorted cakes and squeeze our way to the train? I was so proud of us, don’t you agree with me eehwa. Finally we had reached Sha Tin, we saw snoopy place, I was so happy to see snoopy. Snoopy is a cartoon character which I like when I was very young. Till now I still like him to bits. We took lots of photos with snoopy and his gangs. Snoopy is every hard to find in Singapore so I did not regret in going there and I hope eehwa will have the same feeling as me. Here comes the most important part, we bought a stuff in Esprit. It was a bag; initially I did not like this bag so I went to look for eehwa to listen to her judgment. The first impression of the bag is that you will not like it but after looking at it several times, you will think that the design is simple and easy to match with clothes. So in the end both of us got the same bag. We were happy with all the stuffs that we had bought and make ourselves back to the hotel. It was a great day for me. Girls are girls; we are born to be shopping queens. Why do I say that, we are happily shopping till we had forgotten that we had an appointment with the guys. Sorry to Melvin and wk for making you two to wait for us. Hope you guys don’t take it to heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When we reached the hotel, on one was in the hotel so we went out again. This time we went to ladies night, Mongkok. They sell very cheap stuffs and this makes me not to bargain with them as I believe they need to earn a living. It was so cheap already so why do I want to reduce it even lower. Some may think that I had a foolish thinking but I kid you not, when you convert back to Singapore dollars you will laugh, it was really very cheap. We ate stall food like chili fish balls and even drank their milk tea. It was great to taste their stall food. Cheap and nice is what I can say. After that it time for us to returned back to out hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;At night, Melvin came over to our room to play card games. We play bluff and I can admit Melvin is great at telling lies but it was impossible to expose him. He told us some funny jokes that make me burst out laughing. I just can’t control my laughter. Finally its getting late and we end our day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114520753356425601?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114520753356425601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114520753356425601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114520753356425601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114520753356425601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back-to-continue-second-day-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114509366043657248</id><published>2006-04-16T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:35:43.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;As promised I shall updated my Hong Kong trip in my blog. It will not be that detail compared to eehwa’s post, so if you guys want a detail version. Please feel free to look at her blog. I can only post those that I can remember. Not forgetting what Dave had done in the trip that make me sometime quite angry but I still control and pretend nothing had happened. (If you guys do not know who Dave is, please goes to my previous post and you will know who I am referring to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are flying on this day, April fool, it’s not a joke. We fly to Hong Kong by Jetstar Asia. Around noon, Eehwa took a cab to fetch me at my place and off we go to the Terminal 1. Once I hop in the cab, we are busy chatting over several topics till we reached the airport. We are the first to reach the airport, being bored; we had decided to take the sky train to Terminal 2 for a walk with our luggage. Can you imagine we are still busy chatting, some might wonder, is there so many things to talk about? Girls have many things to talk about so please don’t doubt our abilities when we come to chatting. Eehwa will scream at me when she read this. I had prepared for the worst. When we had just bored the train, both eehwa friends called her, telling her that they had reached Terminal 1. We are still busy touring Terminal 2 and guess what; we had bought a hair band for ourselves before returning to Terminal 1 to find the two guys. I was like having a match making session. Frankly speaking, I do not know eehwa’s friends and guess what, we go together as a group to Hong Kong, it look like a match making session. I’m used to it anyway. Eehwa will burst out laughing when she read this. We checked in together but seat were being allocated as side by side. Credits have to goes to me, Joyce as I take the initially to tell them I wanted window seat. Eventually we have the whole row all ourselves. Every row has six seats, three on the right and three on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought burgers to eat on the board. As you know, Jetstar Asia does not provide food so we will have to bring ours. I think the seat is just nice for eehwa and me as we could either sleep throughout the whole journey or having girls talk session but I still prefer SIA then Jetstar Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 8pm, we had landed on Hong Kong International Airport. However after we had checked out we did not see out agency which is Win’s travel. I thought we had reached the wrong destination. Win’s travel was late; this makes me rather upset as they are not sincere at all. We had to wait for more than half an hour before we board the coach. Can you imagine we had wasted more than half an hour in the airport doing nothing? Excuse me, we are on the holiday, every second to us is precious as we are fighting with the time. We are there for a holiday so they should be waiting for us and not us waiting for them. Luckily eehwa and I understand Cantonese or else all of us will be in deep troubles as the in charge from Win’s travel spoke to us in Cantonese. After waiting so long, we finally reached our hotel, which is Dorsett Seaview Hotel. I admit it’s very small but being stubborn, I like this hotel, cosy and the arrangement is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had check-in to our respective room, rest for a while and we went to shop around our hotel area. Both the guys went out to grab a bite and while eehwa and I went to night bazaar for a walk. This is part of our planning before we reached Hong Kong. After walking for some distance, we walk pass the shop that sell egg tarts. We stared at each other, hinting that we want to try egg tarts. Egg tarts, here I come. We bought 1 cold egg tart and 1 warm egg tart to try. Too bad, eehwa and mine taste is different, I prefer the warm egg tart while eehwa like the other. After some time walking around, we saw the guys and they ask us to go for a desert and the mango pudding is the best that I had ever had. Thanks Melvin for the treat. Soon we are on the way back to the hotel. Ya, I forgot, the desert shop is just opposite our hotel so it’s pretty convenient for those that like to eat desert. What a day I had and it’s time for me to end my day. Yeah&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/9289650-114509366043657248?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114509366043657248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114509366043657248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114509366043657248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114509366043657248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-promised-i-shall-updated-my-hong.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114507840633206739</id><published>2006-04-14T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:20:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thursday, 13 of April after work at late 7 plus I was meeting my data friends (CCOC department) to bowling. It was pretty near my house. Nor, candy, Yoon Foong and their temp staff, Kelvin meet me at the office lobby to eat dinner before we took bus there. I ask Eehwa along as I told them she is my lesbian friends, as promised; Kelvin bought his two gay friends along. He told us his purposed is to match make eehwa and me. What a joke. They are a bunch of crazy friends so with them along, you will never feel bored or left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eehwa, now you know we belong to the same frequency as them right. Candy is always that funny with all her actions. Whenever I went down regarding my balance transfer applications, she will always make me smile with her talking and actions. I think I will miss all my friends there when I leave UOB (United Overseas Bank Group.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is very motherly, I like her two girls, especially her younger girl, she is so cute and adorable. I had a tired night just to play with them. Eehwa I hope you have a enjoyable outing with all my friends. Sorry to disappoint them as we did not bowl, all we did is to watch them play and make a fool of ourselves to them. I think whenever we are together we will create some jokes to our surrounding friends and we don’t give a darn to what they say. Why should we care so much about what others had said about us? We should lead a life that we want and not what others want. This is our life so we should be the one to control our fate and future and not vice versa. I hope this is clear to those who want me to lead the life they want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought this outing is a short one but I truly enjoy the time we spent together. I hope we will have outing frequently. I will miss them when I start schooling. Hope we will keep in contact or have lunch together after my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoon foong is very quiet but she is a very friendly lady whom I like a lot even thought I seldom talks to her. She look very serious, yes she is a serious lady when she did not smile. I like her character and her attitude towards work. Serious and stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it’s getting late; I need to rest my eyes after a day of working and playing. It tires me and all my energy had used up when I was playing with the two energetic girls.  Happy Easter to everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114507840633206739?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114507840633206739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114507840633206739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114507840633206739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114507840633206739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/thursday-13-of-april-after-work-at.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114477038477668713</id><published>2006-04-12T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:46:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sorry people who had been waiting constantly for my updates. I had been very busy since I had returned from Hong Kong. Workload is increasing. I remember before I left for Hong Kong, work is manageable but after I had return I was surprised how efficient my colleague was. I understand there are lots of works to be done and I should not be complaining here. I had no choice as I thought my colleague will understand what I had been through but I was wrong. The day I return to work, she quickly handed all the stuffs to me before I had the chance to warm my chair. Anyway what is over is over; I don’t wish to continue the details here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week I had been staying late at the office, nit that I want to earn more overtime pay but just that workload is too much for me till I had to work till pretty late. Hence this makes me have little time to surf the net or even update my blogger. Last Saturday my boss told us to report to work to help clear whatever we can so being a temp staff I had to go as well. Initially I did ask my boss whether I need to come and tell him what I will be doing if needed to come so in the end I had to turn up. I told myself that if Saturday I refuse to come, I will had a hard time for the next week as work will be piling up high like the mountain. Think of it makes me faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all the promotion will end as soon as possible as I really cant take it anymore. Good news to Joyce, I will be starting school at the end of April. Infact I can start countdown to go school. Thinking of going to school makes me smile. I will be taking a private diploma as local polytechnic, I can’t get into so have no choice but turn to a private school. I will be taking a subject that I have interest in it. Further details will reveal later on. This is what cheeky Joyce likes to do. Always say things halfway then after a couple of day’s later will surprised everyone with her answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to serious stuffs which is my recently trip to Hong Kong. Hong Kong is a great place to all the girls who like to shop. Hong Kong is a shopping paradise. For those who love to eat dim sum, you must go Hong Kong as they served delicious Chinese cuisine. When you come to Singapore you will miss Hong Kong dim sum. Infact I have a pleasant trip but due to some misunderstanding issues, it makes me rather upset and at the same time angry with the person who claim that eehwa and I had made this trip an unpleasant trip. Sorry eehwa I had to reveal some of the issues here and I don’t give a darn whether he will be reading my blog or what. I shall not mention this person name as I don’t want to have anymore misunderstanding so I shall call this person, Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave claims that we (eehwa and I) do not know how to read a map when he himself read the map upside down and he took a very long time to know where our hotel locates at. In the end I need to point to him and even help him to circle it. What a joke right but this is the truth. Sometimes I really wonder whether what he had said is the truth or is he just wants attention from us. Without his present, eehwa and I can walk from Prince Edward to Yau Ma Tei. Sorry guys I forgot to indicate that our hotel is at Dorsett Seaview and is in Yau Ma Tei. Maybe both of us are busy chatting so we did not realize we had reached our hotel. I felt so proud for both of us. Three cheers for eehwa and Joyce. Yeah. This is just the overall summary for my Hong Kong trip. I promised you guys I will update in details, including what Dave had done to make eehwa and Joyce so mad over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, I need to end my post here as tomorrow I need to wake up pretty early as I don’t want to be late for work. Too many stuffs yet too little time. Time is not enough for me. I need to check my eyes power as I have the feeling that my power for both my eyes had increased rapidly. Welcome to Sweetdreams Airlines, all passengers on bed get ready as the flight will be leaving soon to dreamland, so please fasten your seatbelt. Goodnight everybody.&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/9289650-114477038477668713?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114477038477668713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114477038477668713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114477038477668713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114477038477668713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorry-people-who-had-been-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114386521358259186</id><published>2006-04-01T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:20:13.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I’m flying to Hong Kong soon but seriously speaking I don’t really look forward compared to when I went to Perth. Perhaps time will make people change. I don’t wish to go into the details as this is not an important issue to me. I just hope I will enjoy myself to the fullest before I come back to Singapore to face the reality that I will be busy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy handling many things like going to school and processing balance transfers applications. I hope everything will turn fine. Perhaps you will think that I have nothing better else to do to think of all this insignificant things. I just want my brains to keep thinking so that it will not turn rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong, Joyce will be coming so please wait for her. I think I should force myself not to think of anything that will make me sad. Sok chin is right, I should not think too much especially I’m flying in less than a day. After chatting with sok chin for about 15minutes, I realized that I’m easily worried about my job when the volume gets high. You can’t blame me as I need to do them all by myself. I just don’t want to let the customers to complain why we take so long just to process his or her application. When the volume gets high, various departments will get headache especially the customers’ service as they need to explain to the customers about their enquiry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce, don’t think too much and enjoy your trip with your friends. I am going to catch some rest so that I can be active again. Will update again  when I’m back in Singapore in 5days later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114386521358259186?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114386521358259186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114386521358259186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114386521358259186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114386521358259186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-flying-to-hong-kong-soon-but.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114322029209510827</id><published>2006-03-25T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:11:32.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This time round I shall write something special. Recently I had read an article about headache and it makes me want to share with everybody. Your head is pounding and every one of your senses is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the pain again- that familiar throbbing in your head or at the base of the skull. All of the sudden you quickly pop a couple of pills, for hopes that it will go about your day. After all, it was just a headache right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily. It could be a migraine, a potentially serious condition that affects well over 100 million people worldwide. More than half of all the migraine sufferers have never been diagnosed by a doctor or were diagnosed incorrectly. They might have been told that they have tension headache or sinus. The dilemma is that they might really have migraine and may not be getting the best treatment. Almost everyone gets headaches and they can start young. Headache branch out into two parts and they are primary headache and secondary headaches. Primary headaches include tension headaches, migraine and cluster headaches. Secondary headaches are those that are caused by brain tumors, head injuries or aneurysms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously there are still a lot we still don’t know about headaches. Tension headache is so common that we don’t fully know what is going on in the brain. I believe most do not know that migraine affect women three time as often as they affect the men, and may triggered by hormonal changes. Attacks can last till four to seventy-two hours. Cluster headaches are relatively rare and mainly affect the men. These attacks are much shorter, from 30minutes to 90minutes and it can occur several times in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A migraine is typically one-sided pain, tension headaches affects both sides of the head. Migraine pain throbs while tension headache is a steady ache. Migraine pain is moderate to severe while tension headache tends to be from mild to moderate. What surprises me is that migraine is always associated with other symptoms such as nausea or the sensitivity towards lights. Tension headache is simply what we called a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this that I had written are just brief explanation towards headache as I can’t really remember every single word that the article had wrote. If I had any flash back of the articles about headaches I will gladly update again. I still wonder what causes the brain to have headaches. I used to think that having migraine is like blood vessels had constricted then expand hence causing pain towards the brain. After reading the articles I was told that most headaches start with the trigeminal nerve which transmits the pain to the head hence causing non-painful stimuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a proper diagnosis can means more than stopping the pain becomes severe headaches can affect more than just a headache. Migraines have been linked to a numbers of serious conditions includes strokes and obesity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I took this whole passage from the article as I found that this whole passage makes me have a deepen understanding of how a simple headache affect the whole body. To those who are interested, please free feel to read it.]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Stroke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: a recent review of 14 studies suggests that certain migraine suffers are more likely to have a stroke than those who don’t get headaches Warning, those who took oral contraceptives are at greater risk as changes in blood flow to the brain will result in dangerous clotting.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stomach problems&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt; migraine can affect our stomach. we know about nausea and vomiting but during an attack, many sufferers experience gastric stasis, a condition in which the stomach emptiness too slowly. This will lead to slow absorption of pain-relieving medications into the bloodstream, hence prolonging the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact there some others but &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; are being too lazy to continue to read it and diligently update it here. Nowadays I was busy like a bee whether I was at home or in work. Twenty-four hour a day is simply not enough for me. I seldom have the time to read magazine or newspaper. Even if I have the time, I will choose to take a short nap as I forever lack of sleep. Sound like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; is being treated unfairly but tell you seriously is I don’t want to sleep at night. I am more alert when it was at night compared to day even thought I need to go to work. Weird thing is that I can wake up on time to heed off to work but when it was weekend my body alarm will back to normal, cant wake up early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will end here. eyes are tired and watery. I had to disappoint you guys as &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; can’t think of any funny sentence to end my post. Brain is simply very tired as all the brain juice had been used up in work. All the tiredness is worth it as its Friday, no need to work tomorrow. I can sleep all I want on the weekend. Passengers,&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joyce &lt;/span&gt;will be going to dreamland; gate will be closing in ten minutes time. Interested please act fast, seats are limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114322029209510827?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114322029209510827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114322029209510827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114322029209510827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114322029209510827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-time-round-i-shall-write.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114312817091029977</id><published>2006-03-24T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:36:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This few days I was rather busy with my work but on the other hand I was rather excited. Eight more days I will have to leave Singapore, this hectic life to enjoy my short holiday with crazy little devil. I wonder what kind of jokes we will create when we are together. We can talk anything under the sun, so some times I will wonder whether are we listening to what others had said or just simply put the phone away and do our stuffs. The chances of little devil will do this to me is rather high. Don’t laugh at me when you see this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of me flying to Hong Kong, it will cheer my day and all the problems that I’m facing at work will soon be away. People pleases don’t laugh at my post. What I had written here is all my true feeling. Will have to continue again as my eyes is playing a joke with me, I can see figures of digits and colours of my excel sheets. I’m not joking with you. I’m going to lala land. Good night friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114312817091029977?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114312817091029977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114312817091029977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114312817091029977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114312817091029977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-few-days-i-was-rather-busy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114295326757539055</id><published>2006-03-22T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:05:00.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes I really wonder is life is fair to everybody. Why do some people get to enjoy while others have to work so hard in order to not let people have some comment about their stuffs. I doubts most people who happen to read my blog will not understand what I am trying to say but I just want to say as brief as I can. Only those who know me will know what I am trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workload is heavier as each day pass but I still can survive. Sooner or later I will fall sick due to the stress that I had obtained. Seriously speaking, all this while I had been forcing myself to finish all the work by myself without asking people for help. Readers might think that I’m insane but I kid you not. Its not that I want to do everything by myself, it’s just that I had no one to turn to. Everybody have their own work so you can’t expect people to help you, this will make them have extra work to do. Who will want to have more work to do when they can leave the office early? I hope I sound logical. Perhaps some may wonder, you never take the first step to ask for help so how you expect people to share the workload with you. Anyway I just don’t want to talk about my work in here as I think nobody will be interested to read at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s count down together, ten more days I will be enjoying myself in a foreign country and that is Hong Kong. I look forward to April fool, I will be flying off. Eehwa, please don’t laugh at my childish tone. I know you are just excited as me. Finally I can leave this hectic environment to have some fun. Working really makes me think in a systematic way and makes me felt that I had grown up. At the same time I dislike having this feeling. Everything I had done I need to think twice as I don’t have the ability to face all the consequences. Simply saying I don’t have the authority to explain to all the customers and the high ranking bosses if anything went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good news to share to everybody. Eehwa congratulations to you for passing your FYP and you had graduated from Republic Polytechnic. All your hard work had paid off. Let’s go for a celebration girl. When I received your call I was shocked and at the same time felt happy for you. Nothing can express the joy when you told me this great news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I start school? I hope they can send the confirmation letter to me as soon as possible. Everyday I was telling myself before heading to work, Joyce don’t think too much, always look on the bright side. When you reach home from work the confirmation letter will be in the letter box but each time I open the letter box, I had to disappoint myself. How long will I have to wait? As each day pass, my hope was decreasing but I can’t show it out as I believe that no news is better than bad news. Showing it to my family members and friends will not help at all. Eventually it will make them more frantic than me. So what is the use of doing that? I don’t see the need to make them worry for me. I must have faith on them; the person-in-charge told me that chances of me getting this course is very high. I need to have faith on him and I believe he will try his best to help me to process my application. Friends, if you happen to read this post, please help me to pray for this success. I want to study, want to be a student again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late. I want to go dreamland to lead a world of mine. Passengers, we will be flying off in ten minutes time. Please fasten the seat belt and enjoy the trip to Joyce’s land. Thanks for your cooperation. Have a nice trip. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114295326757539055?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114295326757539055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114295326757539055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114295326757539055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114295326757539055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-really-wonder-is-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114270106139050447</id><published>2006-03-18T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:57:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Some thing just strikes my mind. Images flashes through my mind and I just can’t control to remember all the memories that had happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody will have their own problems and some might not be easy stuffs to solve. Adrian, if you happen to read my post, what I want to tell you are that always take things easy. Don’t give yourself too much stress over studies. There will always be a solution to everything. Perhaps what you need is a little more time to digest what you had absorbed. There are lots of study methods so you need to ask yourself what is the best method that works well for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to not update what I had done on that particular day as the reasons are simple. This is my blog so I don’t need to tell everybody what I had done, it’s meaningless to me. I like to express my thoughts on issues that irk me or stuffs that I can’t solved. Whenever I’m feeling down I will try to blog it out and this will makes me happier and Joyce is back to normal, always smiling, cheerful, happy-go-lucky is back on track. Most people will think that I’m weird but I’m just being myself. You can’t force me to be a person that you like. Everybody have their own thinking so please stop thinking that yours idea is more superior to anybody else. You are just lying to yourselves in order to be famous all in a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine that I can really talk non stop. I had been talking to Eehwa the whole day from the time we meet till we are on the way home, I must really salute myself. Perhaps we can chat anything under the sun, nothing important for me to update the details here as I don’t think there will be people who will be interested to know how I spent my weekend. I prefer to share my thought here then my personal details. I believe that having a online dairy is not to paint a beautiful story for everybody to read but it’s for yourself to express your own point of view of some particular stuffs. Tagging it here is just to let yourself become much better as I believe not all your friends will have so much time to lend a listening ear to you. So by blogging it here will makes your think in a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey that will lead you to meet different type of people at different junction. They can either be your friends or foes. Not all friends will like you initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again as my eyes are sleepy. Going to my comfortable bed makes me smile. Good night to those who happen to read my post. Tomorrow will be a better day so cheer up. Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114270106139050447?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114270106139050447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114270106139050447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114270106139050447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114270106139050447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-thing-just-strikes-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114260861256397428</id><published>2006-03-18T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:16:52.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This few days I was rather tired and sleepy. New balance transfers applications are making me crazy. I wonder is there really so many customers who will monitor the bank new promotion and eager to sign them on. Perhaps this promotion just started hence the volume will be slightly higher. From the bank’s point of view this is a good success as it had attracted the consumers’ attention. However, in my perspective of view, I do not like the volume to be high as it will be a tedious job for me. Need to do all the things by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not further blog the details here, it will makes me no more mood to tag. Once the glass is shattered to pieces, it can never, never be brought together as an original one again. Some time I really wonder why I encounter so many incidents that upset me terribly. I have been thinking this when I’m out of boredom. Would you want to be someone who can forget but cannot forget or someone who will forget but still, cannot forgive? Tell you honestly this question of mine that I had been thinking for a period of time, still had not come to a conclusion.  I’m someone who will forgive a person unknowingly as I don’t bear grudges and hold on to it for long and even it is so, I will forget about it very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I want to say is that my hatred for a person will never last long. So you are lucky to have a friend like me. Eehwa is going to laugh when she see this post. Some people may forgive but will not forget, depending on the situation. I do agree that friends will have some conflicts over certain issues but one thing for sure; disagreements will make friendship become stronger. From my point of view, if the slightest disagreement is not forgotten by one party, the friendship will not last long.  Although I had not experience this kind of problems before but I believe this is a test set to test the level of our friendship. How strong and understanding we can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I suddenly have the urge to write about friendship? Perhaps this is my reflection of how important communication plays its role. Frankly speaking, I enjoy the time I spent with my friends. They are the ones who will willing lends their listening ear to me. I can’t imagine what will happen to me without the support received from my darling friends. Life will be meaningless to me without the existence of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should live life to the fullest and do the things that I like! Guess there's still a long way ahead but I’m already starting thinking, making plans for my future. For those who don’t really understand me will that that I’m just wasting my brain juice. Why does Joyce want to start worrying about stuffs that will not happen in a few years time? What I can tell you is that everything has its purpose so we ought to plan early in order not to be panic at the very last minute. Some may disagrees of what I had said but you can’t force me not to worry about my future. My future lies on my hands so I need to understand what I really want in life. You are not me so you will never understand what I had been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has its start and its end. I shall end here. Tomorrow will  be a better day. Yeah:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114260861256397428?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114260861256397428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114260861256397428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114260861256397428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114260861256397428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-few-days-i-was-rather-tired-and.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114243972627687201</id><published>2006-03-16T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:22:06.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Life is unfair. I just don’t understand why reality is so cruel to me. No matter how I still have to face it. Everybody have their expectations but it seems like what I had done there will be people want to backstab me. Why can’t they just leave me alone? Why must they provoke me? I felt that I’m no longer the Joyce I used to be. Carefree, happy-go-lucky is all gone after I had graduated from my school. I miss the old Joyce but I know the reality will never come back again. Time will change a person’s view of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder really am I become more mature or am I just being closed up all to myself. Perhaps those who don’t know me will think that I’m aloof but I can tell you I’m just trying to protect myself from being hurt without knowing the reasons. I don’t want to get attack without any valid reasons. Anything will happen especially working in the big organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late. Need to get some rest. Good night to everybody who happen to read my posts&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/9289650-114243972627687201?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114243972627687201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114243972627687201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114243972627687201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114243972627687201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114154348905450970</id><published>2006-03-03T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:24:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All of the sudden, too many stuffs had happened to me that make me dumbfounded. The reality really hurts me. I don’t wish to say it in here as it pointless to say everything here. It will make me more hurt. I just don’t understand why do some people want to give you hope and dreams and eventually smash them away. I just don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people tell me this is not the end of the world but from what I know it did give me a slight impact. It takes away all my hopes. Am I very useless, I really doubt my ability? All I need to do is they really will consider me and I will prove to all my relatives and friends I can do it. All I need is another chance. I believe everybody will have their problems; I’m not exceptional case too. We need to solve them all by ourselves and don’t expect people will help you. We need to hunt for a solution and not aimlessly waiting for an answer to drop from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are big enough to find an answer that we have a doubt; friends are there to guide us, be with us. Friends are important to me as they play an important role to my live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the mood to update anymore. I just don’t know what I want to write after this few days of attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114154348905450970?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114154348905450970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114154348905450970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114154348905450970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114154348905450970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-of-sudden-too-many-stuffs-had.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114034713582251892</id><published>2006-02-19T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:06:50.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Somehow, somewhere, someplace, there still lies a deep mystery within me. I do not know what I really want. I had been thinking a lot for this few days and nothing good had come out of my mind. I wonder why life can be so complicating when it is actually so simple and domesticating. I better do some soul searching before it's too late.&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/9289650-114034713582251892?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114034713582251892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114034713582251892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114034713582251892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114034713582251892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/02/somehow-somewhere-someplace-there.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-114027165302006375</id><published>2006-02-19T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:06:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Some how I felt that doing the same old stuffs irritate me. Why do I have this thinking? Many images just flash through my mind and this makes me rather confused of what I really want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good news to share with everybody. Miss Siti is getting ENGAGE on 5th March 2006, 3pm at her house and she is inviting all her (5N1, year 2005) ART students to share her joy. I felt happy for her and wish her all the best in whatever she does. I’m so happy for Miss Siti. I look forward to 5th march to witness this joyous event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days I was rather upset by lots of stuffs and I don’t wish to update here. I just want to let this matter rest so please do not let me try to remember. Yesterday I was rather pissed by a guy that boards the same bus as me. I admit it was full of people; the bus was pack with passengers. Oh I just don’t want to continue it. Friends if you want to know more about the details, feel free to chat with me through msn or simply call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies. I had been working for quite some time and seriously speaking, another month plus I will have to quit my current job. Get back to study life. Gloria, I will miss you, miss the time when we are having lunch, cracking lame jokes during office hour. You taught me much stuff which books will be published. People who do not know you well will have the wrong impression on you. I admit that you have a fierce looking face; initially I was scare of you. I tend to make a lot of mistakes so my probability of getting scolding is very high. As time goes on, my mindset changed. I realised that you are a very understanding lady and also like to eat. Hahaha, everyday without fail you will went down to get some snacks to eat and will share with me. I felt so pampered at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like all my colleagues in my department even though I did not talk a lot to them. I think they are all nice people who are serious with their work. Yesterday was Nor’s birthday, she did not come to work. I was surprised when I could not find her at her desk so I ask around and was told that it was her birthday. Normally she will tell me when she will not come to work and her reason is very standard. She wants to clear her leave or else will be forfeited. I felt that I was a useless friend, know her for three months and don’t even know when her birthday until yesterday is. What a failure friend am I? I really can’t bear to leave all my friends there. I hope we will continue to keep in contact as I will be leaving pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I was wondering why people want to backstab other people. Why do people have so much free time to gossip among themselves? They should be busy preparing their project. I simply don’t understand what they are thinking about. They just want to make other people miserable. Will they gain anything in life? Honestly speaking, they will make their friends to stay away from them. Is this what they want, if that is the case I think he or she is being stupid. We should treasure the time we spent with friends, instead of bad mouth their weakness to other friends or worst, treat it as a joke. I think true friends will not hesitate to tell you face to face about the actions you had did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will end here. Will update again when I am free. There’s always sunshine after the rain. So stay happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-114027165302006375?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/114027165302006375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=114027165302006375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114027165302006375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/114027165302006375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-how-i-felt-that-doing-same-old.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113972865667022029</id><published>2006-02-11T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:17:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All of the sudden, something just strike my mind and makes me want to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    To my dear sister, Serena&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be too sad over your baby cherry. I’m sure she will know her way back. Perhaps she is just being playful and wants to go out. Dogs are smart creatures. Remember to update me of baby cherry. I understand how you are feeling as I had experienced this before. My dog, Jacky passed away when I was in lower secondary. He had been with me when I was a baby girl. This is the fact. He is my beloved dog but sad to tell you he is more scared of my father then me. Even though I’m his owner but my father is the one who will bring him down for a walk. All I will do is to feed him, wash his mouth and play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky is a play dog and is a good company to me. He knows when I’m sad, glad and other emotions that I’m facing. He is also a timid dog as he scares of thunder and will hide under my bed. All this are memories to me. Tell you honestly I still misses him loads. What I can do is to look at his photos and tears will welled up in my soft small eyes, forming a blanket over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to tell you is, give baby cherry some time to be back. Time will reveal everything. Anything just gives me a call or short message. I will be there for you. Don’t think too much anymore. Don’t let me worry for you girl. I had a strong feeling baby cherry will be back; perhaps you can try to search around the whole neighbourhood instead of staying at home to wait for news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113972865667022029?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113972865667022029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113972865667022029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113972865667022029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113972865667022029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-of-sudden-something-just-strike-my.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113912851927480981</id><published>2006-02-06T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:35:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It’s a long weekend for me as I suddenly don’t have the urge to go out. I just want to stay at home and slack. These two days of staying at home makes me realized that nothing is more comfortable than at home. I admit I spent most of the sleeping but the feeling is good as no one will keep asking you to wakeup and you can sleep as long as you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sleep, sleeping is my hobby. Maybe in my previous life, I lack of sleep so now god want to pay me back. Am I being silly, I don’t think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I don’t have the mood to update my blog. Don’t ask me the reason as I myself cannot answer myself. Whenever I face the computer screen I will be lost in the sense that I was like a baby asking for help. I begin not to understand what I really want in life. I hope no one will read this particular post. I’m really lost, just aimlessly typing or can I say I just want to waste my precious time typing stuffs that I myself can’t answer. I really don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me anything or try to hint me. This will not work. I just want to run away from this cruel reality and hide my feeling all to myself. Nothing will stop me from telling anything to everybody. I don’t want anybody to pity me. I don’t need that so save all the pretenders act. Cheeky Joyce will grow up not to be more cheeky but will be more weird. Time will reveal everything. Weird to what sense, I don’t know. Joyce will change as she can’t be forever cheeky, she need to be serious at some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may seem rather happy or happy go lucky but when I really face anything I will try to act as if nothing is bother me. I don’t want all the problems to cause me any misery. I want to be happy as each day pass. Joyce will be strong; she will not bother by what others had said to her. I hope I had made a wise and sensible choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here as I really don’t have the mood to update anymore. I need to watch television to remove all my problems and misery. Take care everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113912851927480981?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113912851927480981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113912851927480981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113912851927480981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113912851927480981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-long-weekend-for-me-as-i-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113898946745521248</id><published>2006-02-04T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T01:57:47.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh can someone help me? My workload is getting lesser and I admit this is the truth. I just want to be nice to help others but it’s seems like they don’t have other stuffs for me. Perhaps I should try to finish all my work faster so that I can help them. I really want to help them, what should I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do, seem like is wrong. Y do all the problems start with me and eventually end with me. Is there really anything wrong about my attitude?  I just don’t want to think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t have the mood to update anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113898946745521248?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113898946745521248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113898946745521248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113898946745521248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113898946745521248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-can-someone-help-me-my-workload-is.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113828649119012617</id><published>2006-01-27T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:41:31.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes I really can’t read people mind at all. What have I done to deserve all this treatment? Is this friend a foe, I really don’t know. What I can do is to ignore how others think of me and do what I think is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life is not as easy as you think. How I wish I can start schooling, enjoy going out with friends and don’t think of money issues. Do I really have attitude problems or I can’t communicate with others. Is that hard for me to make the first move? What shall I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113828649119012617?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113828649119012617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113828649119012617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113828649119012617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113828649119012617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-i-really-cant-read-people.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113793747195684380</id><published>2006-01-22T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:44:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally my birthday is here. I really look forward for my birthday and now I’m a year older. Worries and problems will begin to accumulate. I believe I will be able to solve them. As what I used to say all I need is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are sleepy and its time for me to restore energy to spent my birthday. Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113793747195684380?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113793747195684380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113793747195684380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113793747195684380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113793747195684380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally-my-birthday-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113777518791639946</id><published>2006-01-21T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:39:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It had been a long time since I did not update my blog. I was rather busy with my heavy workload. This few days my poor analysts are busying helping me to clear my work. All I need to do is to update the status in excel and some others which I do not know how to explain it in here. Simply saying I had lesser stuffs to handle and this is jus a temporary solution. Perhaps when the volume had decreased till I can handle all to myself, I will have to do everything by myself. As time goes on, I can tell you from the bottom of my heart, I really like my job even though it can be rather stress with the calculations and updating status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my boss, Daniel for giving me this opportunity to handle this balance transfer promotion. It makes me realized that everybody play a part for work to be done faster. However there are cons too which I think it’s not worth to be mention as humans are humans. This is the reality that can’t be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder will there be anybody read all my posts. If there are, please let me know. Eehwa, if u happens to read my post, don’t bother to let me know as I know you will read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my analysts who had helped me in this critical stage, I sincerely thank all of you, to clear the entire backlog or else I will face more emails from other departments regarding customer’s status. It is a headache as you imagine one analyst asks u to check this particular customer; the rest will come forward with the same case. It makes you more stress, like this customer cannot wait or hint us that he need it as urgent request. I know customers is always right but sometimes they can be rather nasty till you have to get it done for them or they will complain. I really wonder; are they so free till they want to find things to do. Sorry if I’m too much but this is just my own thinking and I just want to highlight to myself. Is the fault lies on us or the customers. Honestly speaking, most of the customers that I had chat with them through phone to ask about their particulars, they are nice and understanding people. From my point of view, only a small percentage of customers are nasty but majority of them are very understanding. This makes me have a conclusion. If u wants people to treat you well, you have to treat them better in order to gain their respect and trust. I seriously believe in first impression that you had give to the other party. As for me, I know my first impression given to all my friends is truly ‘a not good scene’. I won’t smile to other party (strangers that I had recently known.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late, and I’m sleepy too. Will continue tomorrow if I have the time and energy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113777518791639946?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113777518791639946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113777518791639946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113777518791639946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113777518791639946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-had-been-long-time-since-i-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113690507168416463</id><published>2006-01-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:57:51.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Why is it so hard to tell the truth but yet so easy to tell a lie? I do not understand what I really want to write at this moment. A lot of things had happened to me. All of the suddenly I really miss Novena Square, the place where I had worked for almost a year. The new working environment for me is at Toa Payoh Central. I like the new office and it give me a feeling of the real working life. I cannot be like last time, talk out loud without analysts telling me to quiet down. The whole office had begun to be rather quiet and seriously speaking, I felt weird working with this kind of environment. I believe what I need is just time. Time will reveal everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few weeks I was very tired due to lack of sleep. My mind was full of things but all of them are regarding work. U can see me happy go lucky but I can tell you I really very scare that I can’t finish all of them. Nevertheless I will try my very best to finish all of them in order not to let customers have the thinking that we are slow. I don’t want to ruin our reputation due to my heavy workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new office is totally different from Novena Square. I have my own space and a new telephone line. I’m rather happy with this arrangement but I’m scare of the nice scenery. Whenever I pass things to Gloria I will have to look at the window and this makes my both legs wobbly. I can see the whole Toa Payoh and I can admit the scenery is nice provided that you are not scared of heights. My office is located at twenty storeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I was so lucky that I happened to be alone in the lift when I was going back to office for work after lunch. It happened on the Saturday, 7th of January. I was so scared that I turn to my god for help. In my mind I kept chanting that nothing going to happen to me and please do not let the lift be spoiled or else I will be alone in the big lift. Please do not laugh at this as this is not meant to be joke. I really turn to my god, asking him to bless me for my safely. After about 30seconds I was out of the lift and I felt blessed. I was alright but my heart skips a beat. I hope entering a lift alone will never happen to me or else I really do not know how I will react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all this are just a dreams but I still have to face the reality that I’m scare of heights. Will there be a cure? I hope there is or else I can forget buying a house that is more then fifteen storeys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113690507168416463?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113690507168416463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113690507168416463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113690507168416463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113690507168416463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-is-it-so-hard-to-tell-truth-but.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113553530761512981</id><published>2005-12-26T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:28:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was rather upset about the truth that eehwa want to declare the dead of her good riddance. What makes her have this cruel decision? I sincerely hope that she will change her mind but if she really insists of doing this, I will support her. I know she will have her own reason of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days I had been thinking a lot. You can say I really had nothing better to do but I just can’t help it as mind just flashed all the memories that I wanted to be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden I miss all my secondary school friends, my former classmates (5N1), teachers and the surroundings. I had spent my teenage life in this school so I believe it is not an easy task to forget all of them in the fastest speed. All the teachers had spent their time and effort to groom me up into a useful people so I can contribute to this society. When I reflect back I realized that I am wasting my time. What had I achieved till now? I can tell you what comes into my mind are all blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Joyce who used to be happy-go-lucky will have problems that she can’t solve. It was strange as I myself can’t believe it too. I always think that nothing is impossible. I will make it a point to change my fate but this time round, I am wrong. I had to depend all on myself and I think no one will be able to help me to overcome all my phobias, problems and everything. Whenever I’m feeling down, all I can think about is to turn to my blog and write them all down in order to make myself be happier. To those who happen to read my blog will think that I’m being crazy or nuts. Why post all those sad memories and why can’t this person write some happy events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different point of views so you can’t change the way I think. I just like the way I think and felt. I really do not know what I’m thinking at this time. Maybe god is playing a joke on me or to test my patience. To let me understand more on myself, to have a clear judgment on what I really want in life. I have faith on myself that I will learn from the process and apply on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for me to end here as I felt much better after writing stuffs that had bother me for the whole of today. I felt much refresh but it was time to catch some sleep as it was rather late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything will turn fine for me. Good night and sweet dreams:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113553530761512981?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113553530761512981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113553530761512981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113553530761512981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113553530761512981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-rather-upset-about-truth-that.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113541159380934663</id><published>2005-12-25T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:06:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Working is rather fun but when there are lot s of works to do, it will make your head hurts. Your head will be spinning like u had just taken an ecstasy pill. Sometime I really get rather piss with the customers, want the card to be done faster yet take their own sweet time to complete their application form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really don’t understand what they are thinking about. Maybe it’s just the point of my own view. Yes I agree customers are always right. Since we are at the service line its right that we meet the demand of our customers’ expectations but the workload is just getting too much for all of us. We are just like the speed boat, process it all the fastest speed but I can tell you its rather dangerous. We are human beings too, we will get tired. Machines will wear and tear due to the excess of using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s the Christmas session so our workload is getting lots. This is a good sign as this shows that customers have faith on us. So all this running here and there is worth it. From the customer point of view, they will think that we are fast and reliable so they will have faith on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact I like my job a lot. I get to see and learn a lot of things which books will not teach at all. After working for so long in the bank, it makes me realized that my choice of taking business course is the right choice for me. I sincerely hope I can get into business course. My passion towards business is not anybody will know and that includes my family and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everybody a merry Christmas and a happy new year.&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/9289650-113541159380934663?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113541159380934663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113541159380934663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113541159380934663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113541159380934663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/12/working-is-rather-fun-but-when-there.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113535303863496626</id><published>2005-12-24T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:23:30.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas is around the corner. Thinking that I will have nothing to do, makes me more sad. I think I will have to be strong to overcome all the problems that I have encountered. Time will tell everything. I think only I can help myself if I want myself to be happy everyday. Telling everybody about my problems will not help but instead will give them a feeling that I’m problematic. I hope I can just be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point writing stuffs that will make me unhappy. As I had said time will heal everything. Just leave me alone to reflect on what I shall do, on the next chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was very busy with my work. Work load is getting heavier as each day pass. I had faith on myself that soon I will clear all of them and leave the office on time. Christmas is coming so many nasty customers will try to be funny. They can be very demanding at some times and insisted that they want their card by today and poor us, will have a hard time. The whole morning I was running up and down just to get the application done. There are two customers who wanted their card by today. What makes me puzzled is that since its very urgent to you then why do you to sent to us at the last minute and expect us to get your card ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue tomorrow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113535303863496626?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113535303863496626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113535303863496626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113535303863496626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113535303863496626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113465896794576967</id><published>2005-12-16T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:04:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;One day I will be strong to face all the problems. Just give me more time. I believe I can do it. All I need is time, time and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113465896794576967?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113465896794576967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113465896794576967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113465896794576967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113465896794576967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-day-i-will-be-strong-to-face-all.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113439851588226872</id><published>2005-12-13T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:42:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think its time for me to check my eyes sight. Have the feeling that my eyes sight will increase. Will I be blind? I don’t want to be blind at this young age. Hope everything turns fine to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally have the time to update my blog. Had been working like hell but I seriously enjoy this feeling. It makes me feel that I can contribute to the society. This is nothing but craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have about ten days and eehwa will be in Singapore. It’s time for me to rest as I have work the next day. Good night and sweet dreams:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113439851588226872?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113439851588226872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113439851588226872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113439851588226872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113439851588226872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-its-time-for-me-to-check-my.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113327743338822723</id><published>2005-11-29T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:20:17.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Firstly I must tell everybody who are reading my posts that I did not tell any of my friends regarding my problems. Seriously I was kept in the dark if I did not happen to read a friend of mine tag in her blog. I was truly upset by all her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her point of view she thought I was a better nothing to do person who like to backstab people. I can tell you seriously all my friends had read your close friend (*I hope the person who is reading this blog will know who I was referring to) how she describe me and make me realized that she hated me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should let the matter rest I don’t want any conflict between us. We are working in the same department and this will make both of us in a difficult situation. Perhaps you never know we might be taking the same course then how are we going to face each other. I did not tell anybody regarding the rumor which your friend*except john cause he saw me leave the office pretty late so he was just being nice to ask me what had happen and that it. Your friend just happily tags in her blog calling me bitch. Excuse me I’m the victim and I did not tell anybody. Come on you tell others not to believe in one-sided story and yet you choose to believe one sided story too. I did not deny that your friend also choose to believe in one-sided story or else why will she tag in her blog with red ink. I really mean with my words and I hope we can remains as friends. This is my truth words I really don’t want to continue quarrelling with you. It’s pointless to keep having misunderstanding. I just want to make it clear that it’s up to you to believe on me or to believe your friend. If you think it’s pointless to remain friends with me its fine with me. Seriously speaking, I thought last Friday we chat through the day so the matter had ended and we are back to normal but never do I know you still think that I was a better nothing to do person who likes to talk behind people back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of all the conflicts and misunderstandings. It is time to end everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113327743338822723?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113327743338822723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113327743338822723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113327743338822723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113327743338822723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/firstly-i-must-tell-everybody-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113293752190793036</id><published>2005-11-26T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:52:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I know someone in the office do not really like me. I don’t give a damm as I know I go to work is to earn money and not making friends. As long as I know I had done nothing wrong, it’s fine with me. I don’t have so much free time to spread all those stupid rumors. I will rather spent time with all my darling friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Working life makes me think in a more realistic way. In this world, friends won’t accompany you all your life. You have to learn to grow in all the circumstances and face all the problems all by yourself. Nobody will lend a helping hand to you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must learn to be strong or else life will be very miserable. Problems will begin to pile up like a mountain. During this few days of working I had realized that you can’t force all the people to like you. Some may like others while some simply do not like you at the first glance. Maybe this is called fate. I wonder does horoscope will have some effect on it too. It makes me puzzled. Maybe I really think too much or can I say I too sensitive towards other people’s feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be alone. Sometimes I really wonder is it I being too childish or the other way round. I just can’t seem to understand them more as each day passed. Can anyone give me some guidance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113293752190793036?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113293752190793036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113293752190793036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113293752190793036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113293752190793036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-someone-in-office-do-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113289262984164512</id><published>2005-11-26T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:23:49.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;Life is meaningless. I wonder how will i be able to endure all the pain and suffering. I don think i can take all the pain and suffering all to myself. I wonder do anybody have so much free time to read all my posts. I really wonder? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;Now i truly understand what is loneliness and emptiness. Its not a good feeling either. All i can say is treasure all ur friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113289262984164512?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113289262984164512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113289262984164512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113289262984164512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113289262984164512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-is-meaningless_25.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113284806006623852</id><published>2005-11-25T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:01:00.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*An UnUsUaL Me*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is the first time I ever felt lonely and emptiness in my working life. I truly believe that humans will change. I used to be happy go lucky but everything change when I went back to work. I seem to lose them all within a day. I wish to find my smile, my laughter, the old me. The whole office becomes quiet till even the pin drop can hear when it was released. I do not know if I’m really happy with the current me. I do not seem to be able to understand myself anymore. What do I really want? What makes me change to have this silly thinking? Maybe it’s the surrounding that forces me to change. I do not know what is to do and what is not to do. Why can't I listen to the rational me? Why does my heart always win over my mind? Its makes me puzzled. I shall not continue or people will think I trying to act pitiful. Sometimes, I wonder if I can really be firm in my decision which my mind has made then I won't suffer agony, pain and sadness. It's always my heart that makes the wrong decision yet the person who suffered most is me. Maybe, if I can be more cruel and heartless, my life will be much happier unlike now. I felt hurt and agony. Suffering in silence, even if anybody knows, they won’t pity me but ridicule me for my stupidity. Yes, I'm stupid, I’m silly or whatever you people comment about me, but if you are in my state, I don’t think you will be laughing at all. You are not me so u will not know how I feel. When can I really learn to love myself and stop hurting myself? Why can’t I learn to control my own emotion? Memories are always that beautiful .I won’t deny. Why can’t our life live in the world of memories and fantasy? Why is reality always so different from my point of view? When can I ever find peace in me? Why do I suffer so much yet some people just simply push all the blame on others? Who can help me? I want to cry, my heart told me so but why aren’t I cry. Why am I always holding back my tears? Holding back my tears is not an easy task. Well, even if I will, it will never be able to lessen my pain because after the tears. There is a pair of despise eyes on me. Tear makes me look even worst in the person's eyes. A weakling, I suppose. It seems to be funny, cry give people a sense of pity yet my cry give people a sense of despise. Cry is always wrong. Everything I do is wrong. I seem like I will never able to make the right choice. I'm such a loser or I can say, a pathetic fool. Anyway, who will care? Who cares about how will I feel? No one but just me, myself and I. Everything seem nothing important to me and I don’t care how others look at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113284806006623852?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113284806006623852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113284806006623852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113284806006623852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113284806006623852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/unusual-me.html' title='*An UnUsUaL Me*'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113272314557615096</id><published>2005-11-24T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:19:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So many things, so little time. I wonder how am I going to endure all the sufferings. Work load is getting heavier, how am I going to finish all within a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113272314557615096?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113272314557615096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113272314557615096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113272314557615096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113272314557615096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-many-things-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113243115931754405</id><published>2005-11-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T04:12:41.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*TiReD YeT eNjOyAbLe*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can u believe that I just reach home? Went to Ritz Carlton to celebrate my papa’s 21st birthday. Eehwa and I met at Suntec at 545pm. Initially I thought I could not get any of the clothes that I want but god is on my side. We went to Dorothy Perkins and I managed to get two tops. After we had got what we want, we shop for awhile in suntec and soon it was time for us to go to Ritz Carlton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach there at around 730pm and chat awhile with papa and his parents. Soon it’s was time to have our buffet dinner. Papa keeps helping us to take our food and he even joined us. We took about 3hours to eat finish our dinner as this is a buffet dinner so must take our own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting ting is late; I think she reach about late 8plus. Nevertheless late is better then never come. Maybe she was held up by some stuff. Time flies pretty fast and it was time to leave Ritz Carlton. Initially we do not know where to go so we stuck at there. After much thinking we had decided to go Mt Faber. We stayed there for about 2hours (I think is from 11plus to 130pm.) In fact its was quite boring but I do not mind as its was my papa’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall stop here as my eyes are closing. I’m tired. Good night and sweet dream to Joyce. Yeah Joyce rock…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113243115931754405?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113243115931754405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113243115931754405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113243115931754405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113243115931754405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/tired-yet-enjoyable.html' title='*TiReD YeT eNjOyAbLe*'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113254825332280744</id><published>2005-11-20T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:44:13.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life is very boring. I went to a very familiar place yet its seems like I was in a unfamiliar place. I really do not know where I was at. Life is meaningless to me. Where do I want to go, I myself do not know where I want to head to. Am I very useless? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eehwa where are u when I needed you the most. Please guide me. I need a job that will make me happy. Where can I find such a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113254825332280744?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113254825332280744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113254825332280744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113254825332280744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113254825332280744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113237067647761220</id><published>2005-11-20T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T11:24:41.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is meaningless when you don not have a job when you had finished your ‘O’. I felt so stupid that I had to retake twice while most of my friends are either in poly or other institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder is there such a person in this earth who likes to take people advantages. In other words, generous to themselves but very stingy to people. I have proof to say this, most people invite you to their birthday dinner, and the most common things are to get them gifts. This friend refused to buy and insisted to attend the dinner. I was so disgusted after hearing this. I can’t believe there is such a person on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that this person is being too much and I believe sooner or later she will lose all her friends. They will realize that she is like this and try to avoid her when she asks them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to meet this type of people? She claims that she does not like Asian country but for her information she is a Singaporean and Singapore is part of Asian country. I really do not know what she is thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Singapore and this is the place where I was born. I sometimes think that I’m very fortunate to be here. I think I should stop here. I got to go and take my breakfast. Yesterday, I never take my dinner, do you believe? I only drank a 200ml of daisy chocolate milk&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/9289650-113237067647761220?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113237067647761220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113237067647761220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113237067647761220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113237067647761220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-is-meaningless.html' title='Life Is Meaningless'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113185607392053897</id><published>2005-11-13T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T12:27:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SiMPlE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113185607392053897?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113185607392053897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113185607392053897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113185607392053897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113185607392053897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/simple.html' title='SiMPlE'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-113172474002651022</id><published>2005-11-12T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:01:47.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything seems pointless to me. What do i need in life, i had no idea. Feeling rather tired for this fews weeks but no matter how tired i am, i jus can't sleep well. Got the feeling that if i sleep i will lost precious time and will make me feel more guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know what will happen to me if this time round i cannot pass maths or english. I knowboth papers are easy but this makes me more worry. As you know, i have this thinking that if you can do the questions others will oso can do it so chances of scoring well is very slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U might think that it was silly of me to have this type of thinking but i just cant help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-113172474002651022?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/113172474002651022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=113172474002651022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113172474002651022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/113172474002651022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything-seems-pointless-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-112884422985457968</id><published>2005-10-10T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T15:50:53.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I began to hate myself more and more. Suddenly realised that no matter how hardworking I am, I am just wasting my time. When I was practicing my mathematics some questions I can do but when change the sentence structure I am completely blink ten I must think for a moment ten I can recall the formula. This is just completely a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I will continue to work hard. I believe that with hard work nothing is impossible. Whenever I face the computer, my mind is completely blank. I want to write about lots of things but just don’t know where to start with. I prefer to keep all the things in my heart rather then telling them to others. Maybe not all my friends have so much time to listen to all my troubles so this is why I rather kept them all to myself.&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/9289650-112884422985457968?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/112884422985457968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=112884422985457968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112884422985457968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112884422985457968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-began-to-hate-myself-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-112737455626080624</id><published>2005-09-23T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:35:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*HURT BY A FRIEND*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I began not to understand myself. I do not know what I really want in life. Something really puzzle me. What have I done wrong that there is somebody who like 2 bad mouth me. This person I do not want to reveal her name in order to protect her identity. No matter what she do she will always link to my name, telling everybody how bad I am. I do not know her well but she sounded like she know me for a very long period. I can seriously tell u all her friends know that I exist in this world. This is a very big blow to me. I hope this person can jolly well stop all her nonsense. I had enough of  her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will not know that by doing this she had hurt a person’s feeling. I only met her once and this is how she treat me. Is this fair to me?  Infact I do not know her, it was a friend who recommended her to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things she had done to me but I just do not know where to start. We should not always use people’s bad points to justify them as bad, useless or even stupid. What is her purpose of doing that to her friends. What will she gain? Eventually she will lose all her friends, I can conclude that nobody will like her cos her friends will think that she is not worth to be friends. She can suddenly tell her friends what did this person had done and that is not all. After few months she started to mention the same matter, like ever ending. I tink she had nothing better to do…&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/9289650-112737455626080624?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/112737455626080624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=112737455626080624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112737455626080624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112737455626080624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurt-by-friend.html' title='*HURT BY A FRIEND*'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-112711822378861996</id><published>2005-09-19T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:24:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURT......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All of the sudden, i felt hurt, sad and ignored......&lt;br /&gt;does this mean everything is over..my dreams, my hope, my friends and my everythings..&lt;br /&gt;i gaves myself too much thoughts, nothing means important to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know... Seriously i don't know what am i thinking about...&lt;br /&gt;we seems like strangers which you don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;do i really know you or was it just my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;thousand and million of questions stuck in me&lt;br /&gt;just to know what is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm confused and i don't even want to think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nothing goes well on me, i'm a failure in everything i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nothing will please my parents who always think that others are better than me...&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you every n0w and then..&lt;br /&gt;the moment we spent and the laughter we once shared..&lt;br /&gt;could it be a joke played on me?&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard not to take it serious and it fail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My friends are gone when i needed them most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all their promises are fake, it just can't be trusted..&lt;br /&gt;everything they do reminds me not to be close with them.&lt;br /&gt;if i get hurt, none were there to care.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i felt being cheated... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Are friends important....... i don't know and i don't wish to think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-112711822378861996?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/112711822378861996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=112711822378861996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112711822378861996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112711822378861996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurt.html' title='HURT......'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-112261216315295042</id><published>2005-07-30T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T12:42:43.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Untitled**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29 July 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that nothing is impossible for me but I am wrong. I could not get the book that I want cause many book shop will not import the book anymore. I feel so sad. I really do not know what to do. Maybe will order through net…... I really do not know what to do. Can someone tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently something had happened to me in my working place. I feel that many people in my working place do not really like me but they try to be nice to me. Maybe I too sensitive but I cant help it cause they really good at acting. Something I think I’m being used but anyway I won’t stay too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to stay at home to study. Haha eehwa, if  you happen to read this cannot laugh at me cause I’m determined to stay at home and start my revision. I will not mind in order to score well, get a course that I want. Eehwa if u see me slacking at home must wake me up and ask me back to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least hope everything turn fine to me. Something I really feel sad but I don’t think my family member or close will friends know about this. I seriously think that I must be strong, cannot always rely on friends to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going off. Back to work. Quite sad cause I skip my lunch 2 write this as I really feel very upset about my working environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-112261216315295042?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/112261216315295042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=112261216315295042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112261216315295042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112261216315295042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/07/untitled.html' title='**Untitled**'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-112226958111061568</id><published>2005-07-26T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:33:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>25 july 2005&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i received a shocking news from eehwa, i almost drop my phone. Till now i could not accept this news. One of my science teacher, mr ho was warded in a hospital which both of us do not know where it is. I really pity this teacher of mine he had operated three years ago thinking that he will be fine but who know he was ill again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-112226958111061568?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/112226958111061568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=112226958111061568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112226958111061568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/112226958111061568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/07/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-110991091490127793</id><published>2005-03-05T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:35:52.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIMLESSLY WALKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;4 march 2005&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened to me recently and seriously speaking I do not know how to handle but only stood at the corner to cry. I know it is very silly of me to do that. Many people told me to stop schooling and concentrate only the subjects that I want to retake but I cant feel sad or even say I look down on own ability.&lt;br /&gt;I really do not how to face my relatives this coming Saturday. When I received my results what surprise me is that both my parents did not scold me and they even ask me what is my next plan. They are still consent about me and this makes me guiltier. Yesterday my father evens ask me to retake and he even plans to hire a private tutor. He told me a lot of things and I had discovered that he is infact very sad that I had obtained such lousy results. Both my eldest cousins also did poorly in their ‘O’ but they did not give up and choose to retake and one of my cousin is in NTU study the course that he want. I know my father want me to face the reality but on the other hand I can’t help to push all the blame on myself. Am I really so stupid that I failed my ‘O’?&lt;br /&gt;God can you teach me how or led me to a answer that I can see a ray of light that can my destination. I am really walking aimlessly. Will I really wasting time on doing things that I don want. Can anyone give me some guidance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-110991091490127793?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/110991091490127793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=110991091490127793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/110991091490127793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/110991091490127793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/03/aimlessly-walking.html' title='AIMLESSLY WALKING'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-110830674649753901</id><published>2005-02-12T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T13:36:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memorise</title><content type='html'>12 FEBRUARY 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing without friendship and I truly believe on this sentence. Eehwa, I will treasure the time that we had spent together. The world is so big and we managed to be close friends when I was in secondary one till now. I remember when I just enter to Beatty Secondary School, I do not have any friends that I had known study the same school as me. That time I was really depressed fortunately the school recommend Peer Support Leader to all the secondary one students so that they will be more familiar to their new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends will ask me how do I know this friend, eehwa since she is not a Peer Support Leader. Now I shall explain to those curious friends of mine. I remember I had a Peer Support Leader, Chun Man who take care of my group and she will come to my class every friday. At the begining i admit i dont like her but i had no choice cause i will see her every friday. This was arrange by the school so that we (secondary one students) if faced any problems can feel free to tell our Peer Leader. As time goes on i admit i really like Chun Man and im glad that she is my Peer Leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-110830674649753901?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/110830674649753901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=110830674649753901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/110830674649753901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/110830674649753901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/02/memorise.html' title='memorise'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-110805892884917263</id><published>2005-02-10T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:10:48.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Senseless*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joyce is very sad and nothing can describe how she is feeling. I wonder why friends always want to start conflict with her. She is tired of this type of treatment. Joyce want peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-110805892884917263?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/110805892884917263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=110805892884917263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/110805892884917263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/110805892884917263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/02/senseless.html' title='*Senseless*'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</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-9289650.post-110789240700672453</id><published>2005-02-07T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T04:01:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>,.-~*´¨¯¨`*·~-.¸-(_JåNüÃ®Y_)-,.-~*´¨¯¨`*·~-.¸</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I sit here not knowing what to do, is it love or hate I feel for you? Only time will answer this question, until then your name I will never mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9289650-110789240700672453?l=minipiggy03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/feeds/110789240700672453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9289650&amp;postID=110789240700672453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/110789240700672453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9289650/posts/default/110789240700672453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minipiggy03.blogspot.com/2005/02/jny.html' title=',.-~*´¨¯¨`*·~-.¸-(_JåNüÃ®Y_)-,.-~*´¨¯¨`*·~-.¸'/><author><name>piglet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267083363095038738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
