<?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-281580029891858029</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:20:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>becca's page</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-350973861954018790</id><published>2011-08-24T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:13:29.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off by that someone</title><content type='html'>Seriously I need to rant!&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off by someone.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that this person can be so irritating at times.&lt;br /&gt;Like u can call &amp;amp; ask her for lunch what.&lt;br /&gt;Why have to ask me call when u know that I'm busy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;It's like "Ok, lunch time. U go call XXX now."&lt;br /&gt;Just because she's a girl, so I call more "convenient"?&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, u called her before for lunch when I'm on my off days.&lt;br /&gt;Then now u too shy to call?&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, if u can call her to go for tea break when I"m around, then why can't you call her for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm being used &amp;amp; told to do things.&lt;br /&gt;Please, feel appreciative towards your friends rather then used them or order them do things.&lt;br /&gt;The point is that like I'm the one that approach &amp;amp; befriend her for lunch &amp;amp; now it seems that she became ur lunch/tea break buddy when u're alone.&lt;br /&gt;What a desperado u're.&lt;br /&gt;Total idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Some more, stop your egotism &amp;amp; chauvinism.&lt;br /&gt;This is super just turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;There's a difference between confident &amp;amp; super-confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-350973861954018790?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/350973861954018790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/350973861954018790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/08/pissed-off-by-that-someone.html' title='Pissed off by that someone'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1427193785263192772</id><published>2011-06-07T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:02:46.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a busy yet fruitful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MPL treatment at Jean Yip in the afternoon. Pampered myself by signing up another 10 sessions at $888 - good offer as claimed by the staff. However, I paid a sum of $300 for deposit &amp;amp; the remaining at the next visit. Hell yes, expensive &amp;amp; I'm not spending wisely according to my current financial status. Hais. Payment for course fees is also coming soon.. But I shall look forward on a bright side to getting my new job pay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Catch-up session with my financial planner, Eric. Received much help &amp;amp; advice from him regarding will, insurance policy coverage, managing own's finances, various methods of investing $. I had a better understanding of all these issues and at the same time clarified my doubts. It's very important to have a good financial planner that can help plan your wealth and that you can trust. I used to think all these are just unnecessary but it has turned to be a need. I'm just glad. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met up with mummy's sisters which are my ahyis. It's been a long time, 10years since we saw each other. Though I can recognise them but they can't really recognise me. We had dinner, chat about how I was doing.. It was really great to see them doing well.. Many things to say and tell but time is just short. Shall look forward to how it goes. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-1427193785263192772?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1427193785263192772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1427193785263192772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-busy-yet-fruitful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7011076622060447631</id><published>2011-05-31T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:47:59.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin + font</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fVgQEIIQTI/TeS4nG0GHEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ep36EZ3qeLA/s1600/new%2Bblogskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612814017594006594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fVgQEIIQTI/TeS4nG0GHEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ep36EZ3qeLA/s400/new%2Bblogskin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just changed it. Loving it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7011076622060447631?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7011076622060447631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7011076622060447631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-blogskin-font.html' title='New blogskin + font'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fVgQEIIQTI/TeS4nG0GHEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ep36EZ3qeLA/s72-c/new%2Bblogskin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-2892106241845939457</id><published>2011-05-28T23:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:16:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's good news and worth to be happy about! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'VE GOT A JOB! EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This blog post is actually one of the items in my to-do-list. Well, talking about exams, I've gone through 5 papers of 'challenge'. Gotten sick of memorising, practically dump the chunks of info onto the paper. But all have ended. Just hoping that HRM &amp;amp; Procurement can pass &amp;amp; the rest at least a B. Looking forward to getting the results, starting the new semester &amp;amp; of course my new job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Property Executive at Marina Square Holdings. Similarly to the job I had at HDB. Pay is the same of previous job (darned, should have asked for more.) But I think it will be fair for the amount. First day of work will be 13 June. I'm back to contribute my part for the workforce after the long break. Hopefully this will be a good start after my job shift. Got to stay positive and cheerful. Accepting this job is quite sudden and fast. I'm really lucky to get this job out of 27 applicants &amp;amp; through 2 rounds of interviews. They offered me on the spot. All thanks to my classmate &amp;amp; further colleague who refer me for the job post. This partly increased my chance of getting the job. Hope everything goes smoothly. Gotta spend my 2 weeks of holiday &amp;amp; freedom to the max. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-2892106241845939457?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2892106241845939457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2892106241845939457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-good-news-and-worth-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8277727138512471938</id><published>2011-04-04T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T01:00:09.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我觉得我很不孝，应该说是不孝女。因为为了一碗红豆冰跟我爸吵架。唉，事情是因为我没心去问他要不要吃而自己却和弟弟一人买一碗吃。结果他发现了很生气，骂我们为什么买给自己吃没有买给他吃，还说我们没有他的心。事实是我和弟弟以为爸爸他要去上班了，以经要出门了所以才打算没买给他的。就这样大闹起来，他喊一句，我喊一句， 说给对方的话也很不好听。唉，真不好受。我不喜欢这种感觉。为什么这一类的事往往总是发生在我家庭呢? 有些时候很想什么都不管。一个人好累...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8277727138512471938?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8277727138512471938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8277727138512471938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8126989453220562309</id><published>2011-03-10T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:17:46.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Gastric &amp; Stomach Gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My favourite kind of weather today but I couldn't enjoy it much. Gastric and stomach gas acting up. It is the 2nd time I thought I almost die after the first incident last year. Awaken by a horrible nightmare, my heart beated faster and difficulty in breathing. Drank lots of water, frequent toilet visits, took medication and rest. Hopefully, this will never happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8126989453220562309?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8126989453220562309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8126989453220562309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/03/serious-gastric-stomach-gas.html' title='Serious Gastric &amp; Stomach Gas'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-2224236683259194398</id><published>2011-02-14T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:53:07.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 8 (14-20Feb)</title><content type='html'>I seriously need some discipline.&lt;br /&gt;In dieting, exercising &amp;amp; studying.&lt;br /&gt;I have to set a target/to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week 8 (14-20Feb)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Complete FEM103 TMA01 by Wed(16Feb) afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;2. FEM107 Online Quiz (15-18Feb)&lt;br /&gt;3. Go for a jog at least ONCE&lt;br /&gt;4. Snack lesser - I'll try my best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-2224236683259194398?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2224236683259194398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2224236683259194398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-8-14-20feb.html' title='Week 8 (14-20Feb)'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8886558174634572521</id><published>2011-02-13T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:40:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;OFFICIALLY UNEMPLOYED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8886558174634572521?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8886558174634572521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8886558174634572521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/02/officially-unemployed.html' title=''/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-3028584344817832537</id><published>2011-02-09T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:25:06.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09/02/2011</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through some Facebook photos &amp;amp; it makes me feel how fragile things can be.&lt;br /&gt;An image shows a thousand words, the expressions inspire different thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;This reflects my recent thoughts &amp;amp; views of getting attached, marriage life &amp;amp; family life.&lt;br /&gt;Commitment, responsibilities, duties, mutual trust, loyalty, faithfulness, respect, love, sacrifices, forgiving, caring, sharing, selflessness, etc..&lt;br /&gt;Takes a whole lot of effort to make it work, maintaining it.&lt;br /&gt;When I was still a child, my barbie doll sets &amp;amp; stickers collection were my fascination, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;Then teenage years took over, I started thinking much about the things in life that I want.&lt;br /&gt;I challenged against fate to get things my way.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I turned 21 years of age, I realised it's not easy being adult.&lt;br /&gt;But I remain persistent of 'fighting for our own future' attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that everyone has a choice to do it or not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 10 years since my mum has passed on, my life has changed tremedously.&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I will never want to go through the hard times once again &amp;amp; I'll never allow the bad things to ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings of betrayal, mistrust, being used, being let down, false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;People fails you, hence never just rely on them.&lt;br /&gt;I will fight for what I want by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Is maintaining relationship with a person or  family every difficult?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my close ones facing problems with their partner or their family members leaves me wondering.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage life can be so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want extra-marital affair when you are married with a wife &amp;amp; kids?&lt;br /&gt;Your wife will be devastated, hatred will arise instead of love.&lt;br /&gt;Your kids will be the ones that suffer the most.&lt;br /&gt;If you really love them, you won't make them suffer because of your stupid mistake &amp;amp; impulsive behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever thought or want your kids to lead a broken family life &amp;amp; set their fate for them?&lt;br /&gt;That's their childhood you're ruining.&lt;br /&gt;When they grow up, they will only have painfully memories.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many consequences that are caused by you &amp;amp; yet the people around you have to experience all these pains.&lt;br /&gt;Are all of these FAIR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are broken but but we can always decide to be whole.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, thank you for your love &amp;amp; strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-3028584344817832537?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/3028584344817832537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/3028584344817832537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/02/09022011.html' title='09/02/2011'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-5850118875238899090</id><published>2011-02-07T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:41:06.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TU7OBehBJEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/l_DeRX47QDk/s1600/06022011670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570616313870623810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TU7OBehBJEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/l_DeRX47QDk/s400/06022011670.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 这两只小瓜 enough to turn my day upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder where are they looking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The camera is here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-5850118875238899090?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5850118875238899090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5850118875238899090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/02/kids.html' title='KIDS!'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TU7OBehBJEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/l_DeRX47QDk/s72-c/06022011670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6095238695472422157</id><published>2011-01-12T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:49:26.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/1/11</title><content type='html'>On 11/1/11, I tendered my resignation letter.&lt;br /&gt;One month notice.&lt;br /&gt;Without prior planning or what's so ever.&lt;br /&gt;Just plain quitting.&lt;br /&gt;The urge that could no longer wait to embrace carefree &amp;amp; freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I assume this will be best for both ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you reach the ending, it means that a brand new beginning is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou becca!&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighting until something happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-6095238695472422157?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6095238695472422157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6095238695472422157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2011/01/11111.html' title='11/1/11'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1092382749687366315</id><published>2010-12-06T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:53:04.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2010, Week 50</title><content type='html'>6th, Mon - Facial Appointment&lt;br /&gt;8th, Wed - Meet up with Financial Planner&lt;br /&gt;10th, Fri - Scrumptious Dinner with mugging pal&lt;br /&gt;12th, Sun - JB trip with the Dearest 4Girls&lt;br /&gt;16th ~19th, Thurs~Sun - BKK Trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-1092382749687366315?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1092382749687366315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1092382749687366315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-2010-week-50.html' title='December 2010, Week 50'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-568514714265805847</id><published>2010-12-04T23:27:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:53:31.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Catch-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TPplmLgnvxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sDeIVOy8wXA/s1600/fullsizephoto130139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546857597659234066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TPplmLgnvxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sDeIVOy8wXA/s320/fullsizephoto130139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Girlfriend is a Gumiho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的女友是九尾狐&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TPpgIorA3sI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ScanBmdEoi0/s1600/BakerKingKimTakGu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546851592533237442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TPpgIorA3sI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ScanBmdEoi0/s320/BakerKingKimTakGu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; King of Baker, Kim Tak Goo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-568514714265805847?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/568514714265805847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/568514714265805847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/12/drama-catch-up.html' title='Drama Catch-up'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TPplmLgnvxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sDeIVOy8wXA/s72-c/fullsizephoto130139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-332544795080907981</id><published>2010-11-29T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:50:53.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Funtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END OF EXAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START OF HOLIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&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/281580029891858029-332544795080907981?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/332544795080907981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/332544795080907981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-funtime.html' title='It&apos;s Funtime!'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-2564801029777848078</id><published>2010-11-23T13:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:37:47.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not an avid blogger, I logged in and found much changes in Blogger. Templates design, hecked. I went to clicked UPGRADE &amp;amp; my old blog skin changed (as what you see now). Everything is changing at every seconds of time &amp;amp; you never knows when it is and what's coming up. Just like the things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Supposedly to work on Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday, I went to take MC for 2 days. Okay, it was an undisciplined and dishonesty act. Felt really bad but glad cos I don't have to work. But this is like deceiving myself right? In the end, still got to return to work when the day comes. Honestly, I don't really enjoy working. Whether it is my work that I don't like or it is having to work that I dislike, I haven't figure out that answer yet. It feels great to have a job, earning your own income but all of these does not come easy. Most of the time I wonder how others do it when I myself finds it tough. It is like losing that motivation &amp;amp; you try finding back but ended up losing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the 1 year since, life was difficult &amp;amp; I had almost given up all hopes. Almost near the end of 2010, I've accomplished nothing of significant. Is this not the way I wanted it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I slowly comprehend that why we need God in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-2564801029777848078?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2564801029777848078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2564801029777848078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-about-change.html' title='It&apos;s about change'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6034967101353301376</id><published>2010-09-28T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:04:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACC203 Topic Forum 1 Locked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TKHy8ijsJeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/u48nobZBfhA/s1600/ACC203+Topic+Forum+locked.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521961740015511010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TKHy8ijsJeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/u48nobZBfhA/s400/ACC203+Topic+Forum+locked.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Urgh!! I'm so wasted!! I've got myself to blame if I were to have F-grade(high possibility). My negligence and stupidity had overcomed my being. Why didn't I submit the 2 postings?? I'm gonna do the Qn2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-6034967101353301376?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6034967101353301376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6034967101353301376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/09/acc203-topic-forum-1-locked.html' title='ACC203 Topic Forum 1 Locked'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TKHy8ijsJeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/u48nobZBfhA/s72-c/ACC203+Topic+Forum+locked.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6670658706206453453</id><published>2010-08-28T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:17:33.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to tell Shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where shall I start? I'm like a lost sheep ever since I left my Shepherd. Everything has not been going well even my heart &amp;amp; soul is like another being on its own. I lost my sense of direction &amp;amp; the pillar of my support. In the past, I used to questioned God on the things that are happening to me &amp;amp; I'll always feel better when I know that God share my saddness &amp;amp; loneliness. A few months have passed, following by a year or two. I've moved &amp;amp; I've grown. Without God. My life has no purpose and it is always lacking in something. I think back about the past though things may have change but my heart no longer has You. Dear God, do you think I am a selfish person? For denying the love you had for me that I choose to give up? My biological father may love me as his daughter but you are different. You gave more than what I really felt. My faith for you may not be strong but whenever I feel sad or empty, I imagine that You are there for me to share what I feel right at the moment. Which is something nobody can fulfill or take Your place. Dear God, right now I want to be enlighten by You. I just want to feel your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work may have been tough, studies has just kicked off &amp;amp; physical disability may have hinder me, but end of the day it's just me. Myself. I love solitary but it dosen't conceal the love &amp;amp; care I hope to get. Please, I juat want to feel your love tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-6670658706206453453?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6670658706206453453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6670658706206453453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-to-tell-shepherd.html' title='Something to tell Shepherd'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7806884884109646366</id><published>2010-07-19T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:55:35.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blues</title><content type='html'>Is it monday blues, mood swing or am I feeling negative today?&lt;br /&gt;While at work, I just got the urge to quit. And hoping for the time to pass quickly.&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to go back, I don't look forward to go home but nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pain and torturous.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm home, I wish I could be happy but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of life am I going through right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7806884884109646366?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7806884884109646366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7806884884109646366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/07/blues.html' title='blues'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-354605882408473583</id><published>2010-07-11T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:01:09.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>This post is going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;Bad evening ever since yesterday. I quarrelled with my dad again. Probably this will be the last time we'll ever be in talking terms. Well, to say the history, it'll be long. All this is accumulated over time. I told him it's like fated that I'd revenge on him of what he did in the past. I didn't literally say I revenge on him, but it's fated. I didn't decide to but it's like I'm being forced under the circumstances. Since I was brought up in a broken family, which won't really have any good or positive things could happened, my character has been molted. What I couldn't enjoy &amp;amp; achieve during the past, I will strive for my own now. So if he suffer, he feels disappointed, heart-broken, he gets his medicine back. Have he not understand that this is how exactly me &amp;amp; my brother felt all these years? When he say not to mention about the past, but why? Since the present problem is the same as the past. I held on to the past because I am not satisfied on the current situation. I keep thinking why does this have to happen &amp;amp; why on me? My mind is just so shut out and my heart is always heavy. I know I am very demanding and insisted that things to go according to my way but can't I have that priviledge? Sometimes, I wish I was an orphan yearning for parents' love but at least I don't have to go through the pain &amp;amp; loss. This is worse than anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-354605882408473583?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/354605882408473583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/354605882408473583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-3467594196279662099</id><published>2010-07-03T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:17:10.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet-up cum mini celebration</title><content type='html'>Weijie's Birthday Celebration&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Venue: Bugis&lt;br /&gt;Time: 630PM&lt;br /&gt;I reached almost 7PM supported by a good reason. I went to buy the birthday boy's present.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Liang Seah Street for steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we decided Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;Either Kuishinbo or steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we settled for chinese-style buffet @ Pearl River (somewhere in between conventional halls)&lt;br /&gt;We order alot. Really alot.&lt;br /&gt;Buddha Jump over the Wall&lt;br /&gt;Soft shell crab&lt;br /&gt;Steamed Sea Bass&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce, Long Beans &amp;amp; Baby Kailan&lt;br /&gt;Cereal Prawns&lt;br /&gt;Roasted Pork&lt;br /&gt;Cripsy Duck Skin&lt;br /&gt;Some other dishes I can't remember..&lt;br /&gt;Cos the waitress serves &amp;amp; clean the plates faster than the rate we're eating.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, the feeling is like either they are rushing to end work early or chasing us out.&lt;br /&gt;Photo-taking cum uploading into Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Dessert Time&lt;br /&gt;Very full until we keep pushing the food to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Next Destination: Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;Just plain slacking &amp;amp; photo-taking&lt;br /&gt;Abit of World Cup Fever with the rest&lt;br /&gt;Just nice Brazil vs Holland playing&lt;br /&gt;After awhile,&lt;br /&gt;We parted &amp;amp; Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hangout. Enjoyable Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-3467594196279662099?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/3467594196279662099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/3467594196279662099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-up-cum-mini-celebration.html' title='Meet-up cum mini celebration'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6211512814556699758</id><published>2010-06-20T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:47:58.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crabby dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, Happy Fathers' Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now the main dissatisfaction. As it was a Fathers' Day, we decided to dine out and have a good meal - CRABS. The non air-conditioned restaurant is located at Yio Chu Kang Road, probably rented the space from landed property. We ordered Sambal Kang Kong, Hotplate Venison &amp;amp; Black Pepper Crab (two 1kg crabs). The vegetables &amp;amp; meat came so we ate while waiting for the crab. However it was never served even we finished the 2 dishes. Nevertheless, we waited patiently as the crowd was understandable. Finally the waitress placed the piping hot crabs &amp;amp; we started digging. This is the point where we found out that the crabmeat at the pincer somewhat shrink in size. It's like overcharging us. Hence, we informed the manager about our distress and unfairness. In the end, the bill charged us $100. But I still think its expensive &amp;amp; not worthwhile. You should have seen the other tables faces, so black just waiting for their crabs to be serve. Afterall, the restaurant decision not to include GST &amp;amp; service charge was a right move. Because if there is, they are really money suckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-6211512814556699758?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6211512814556699758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6211512814556699758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday.html' title='crabby dinner'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8384331145838007178</id><published>2010-06-11T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:57:02.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show some light please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya, another late night sleep. Every night was and is. I couldn't sleep well too and been dreaming about weird incidents. With all the stress and obstacles surfacing out, I just cannot manage. A phrase to describe; My life is so sucky now. I say that I am just not cut out to be what I am or what I am for. In terms of work, I'm a loser. In family, I'm a failure. Even in my own world, I am a useless, lazy &amp;amp; good-for-nothing person. How can I have accomplishment in the rate that I'm going?. I need breakthrough, I need revival please! I always think that I know myself well, rather to let people understand me. I feel I am trying but thy think I am over-protective. Who wouldn't be protective of themselves? I just want to shield my emotions from getting hurt in anyways. What you see physically can sometimes be too overwhelming by the truth. What is truth? What is real? - the fact is, it is always awfully, not really what you wish and want to know or hear. It gives you disappointments, shock, bewilderment. So should I believe you &amp;amp; seek or act ignorant? For goodness sake, it's for myself or for the better of others, that is what I am figuring out. What do I want for life? I guess I am used to running in a vicious cycle without habouring any intentions to leave once &amp;amp; for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8384331145838007178?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8384331145838007178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8384331145838007178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/06/show-some-light-please.html' title='Show some light please'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-635514464408439781</id><published>2010-06-01T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:26:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex And The City 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TAUWYKcHgvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9jo0ym9VBDE/s1600/Sex+%26+the+city+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477809126141035250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TAUWYKcHgvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9jo0ym9VBDE/s400/Sex+%26+the+city+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City 2 is worth watching! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-635514464408439781?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/635514464408439781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/635514464408439781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/06/sex-and-city-2.html' title='Sex And The City 2'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/TAUWYKcHgvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9jo0ym9VBDE/s72-c/Sex+%26+the+city+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-88122999433835569</id><published>2010-05-24T23:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:34:02.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tech stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474857508615159826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S_qZ5aTjABI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XBB24jEP8EA/s200/HTC+HD2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S_qZLDveP_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Kf0xTGJOcr4/s1600/nokia+e71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474856712284291058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S_qZLDveP_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Kf0xTGJOcr4/s200/nokia+e71.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S_qZKmtzgEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1VSr2ZbO0jg/s1600/IPod+Touch.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474856704492666946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S_qZKmtzgEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1VSr2ZbO0jg/s200/IPod+Touch.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so blessed with HTC HD2, Nokia E71 &amp;amp; iPod Touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-88122999433835569?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/88122999433835569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/88122999433835569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/05/tech-stuffs.html' title='tech stuffs'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S_qZ5aTjABI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XBB24jEP8EA/s72-c/HTC+HD2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-3501404632393206920</id><published>2010-05-21T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:42:34.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart-felt msg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may have done something that is so wrong that I didn't realised it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've committed sins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've let myself down, in fact everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I failed to be what I am for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have any goals no aims in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I lost track of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate myself at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel sad and stupid for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've forsaken hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm helpless and alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do tough roads never ends? I thought I can choose my own path. I'd choose the easy way out. Unless God has already planned the road for me. Why did I only come to an understanding now? But why do I have to go through all these? I have a lots of doubts and I really wish God you can tell me. I've tried and gave up. I don't want to think for the future cos I don't wish to see the pain and disappointment coming. God if you love me, love me forever. Because at least I know there's someone in the world that loves and cares for me even if the whole world doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-3501404632393206920?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/3501404632393206920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/3501404632393206920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart-felt-msg.html' title='heart-felt msg'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6386553953703681969</id><published>2010-05-18T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:26:41.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday nights</title><content type='html'>Hours seems to pass like seconds during Tuesday nights. Multi-tasking around internet browsing, FB-ing, SMS, catching CSI on TV, fiddling with itunes.. I just wish I got more time, or maybe don't have to work too. Believe it a not, I actually asked my bro to help me get the dota game thumbdrive. Wanna give a shot to decide whether is it really my kind. By the way, it's real windy at my house right now. My bedroom door has slammed twice &amp;amp; scared us out of our wits twice. Luckily, my soul didn't leave me. Great night to sleep. ZZZzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-6386553953703681969?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6386553953703681969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6386553953703681969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuesday-nights.html' title='Tuesday nights'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1445253669508999545</id><published>2010-04-24T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:09:28.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sat afternoon: lup</title><content type='html'>That's too bad, didn't get to see that shuai resident.. PTO said he came down and voted already. Anyway, another fufilling day at LUP morning shift. Even it was sweltering hot in the afternoon but still managed to get 9 proxy and secured the 75%. Yeah! Clap clap. Hard work was worthwhile and at the same time can burned off some calories while climbing all those flight of stairs! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-1445253669508999545?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1445253669508999545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1445253669508999545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/04/sat-afternoon-lup.html' title='sat afternoon: lup'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-381514027252650081</id><published>2010-04-23T23:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:49:58.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a shuai resident</title><content type='html'>A sense of fulfillment at LUP duty tonight. Those phone calls made are worthwhile and it pays being a runner. Haha cos saw a resident, so shuai. Almost lose control of myself, too bad he's married. He said will come down to vote on Saturday instead of signing proxy. However, I won't mind to get a glimpse of him again. Heh.. Gotta sleep soon and chiong morning duty tomorrow. Hope that resident come down tomorrow when I'm around.. Zzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-381514027252650081?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/381514027252650081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/381514027252650081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/04/shuai-resident.html' title='a shuai resident'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-4158200742401222096</id><published>2010-04-19T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:39:57.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie: date night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S8syb0MyoGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ckS06y6NfIA/s1600/Date-Night-Poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461514426567008354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S8syb0MyoGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ckS06y6NfIA/s320/Date-Night-Poster%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie portray the humor side of married life. People may have commitments and tend to lose hope and confident in themselves over time. But if we could learn and try new and alternative ways, it could really turn out very different &amp;amp; unexpectedly. What a couple to start with. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-4158200742401222096?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4158200742401222096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4158200742401222096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/04/movie-date-night.html' title='movie: date night'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S8syb0MyoGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ckS06y6NfIA/s72-c/Date-Night-Poster%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-3443543876562176956</id><published>2010-04-17T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:23:30.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why give a damn</title><content type='html'>I'm really pissed off. It's like they are expecting you to do everything and taking advantage of your presence and your existence. Can't I come home from work without facing any more frustration and anger? What is wrong with these people that are so close to me but yet so distance. I've left all the hopes long time ago so I don't give a damn to who are you or show any respect even it was necessary. Because I felt that it is pointless. I can't see or find anything that I should treat you the way I should as you keep doing stuff that make me despise you even more. My life is already ruined and I'm trying my best to pick it up so I don't understand why do I have to go through the bloody shit which in the first place is not created by me. Life will be fair and I am going to make my life fair. I don't want to be stuck in this mess and I won't let it hurt me ever again. Sucking up to me or pleasing me won't work on me so just fuck off far away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-3443543876562176956?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/3443543876562176956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/3443543876562176956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-give-damn.html' title='why give a damn'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6415767558691649983</id><published>2010-04-08T23:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:35:13.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t:)day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it can be resolved afterall. Lunch, work together, dinner &amp;amp; bus ride back home. =) All becomes an understanding. Human minds are indeed complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-6415767558691649983?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6415767558691649983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6415767558691649983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday.html' title='t:)day'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1374079058920882597</id><published>2010-04-07T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:31:28.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little &amp; also patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did something using only little of my courage today. Yup, I texted F. My gut feeling was hesitant and chance of replying is like 50%.. Anyway I already sent if no reply, I'll just take it that I've made an effort trying. Of course I wish there's an reply cos it will mean that there's something that can be done. And it turns out, I receive it. =) Maybe time will heal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-1374079058920882597?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1374079058920882597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1374079058920882597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-also-patience.html' title='a little &amp; also patience'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8376798432072554133</id><published>2010-04-06T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:26:54.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find &amp; fight for my friend back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the years, I learnt that friends are really important to me. Maybe some things happened or there's misunderstanding, and the friendship is just affected. I don't wish to lose a friend just because of this. We used to do things together but just maybe because of that incident then everything seems to change. I don't know if F is angry over that issue or just too stressed over work but I kinda sense that it's regarding that issue. It must be something as F is like giving a cold shoulder because that is not his usual self. The incident may have been the trigger and the additional load of work being thrown back to F. Maybe my action really spite F.. I don't know how exactly to approach the situation because I 'm afraid that it will just worsen. If the first step I take is wrong, then it is that's it. Human heart is just so fragile. But I hope we can be friends again back like we used to, cos I don't want to lose a friend that is important to me. I will fight for it, at least I know that I tried cos it's worthwhile. Afterall, it's really hard to find a good friend for life. I mean take a good look at the society and within our work life, you can have colleagues but hard to make good friends out of it. Colleagues can turned upon you without taking much of your considerations of your feelings but friends will never do that to each other cos we care for one another. Life sucks and hurts alot at times. If I lose it, I will fight it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8376798432072554133?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8376798432072554133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8376798432072554133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/04/over-years-i-learnt-that-friends-are.html' title='Find &amp; fight for my friend back'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-4099989649268579510</id><published>2010-03-23T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:33:33.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indo-i-come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S6jPboZ377I/AAAAAAAAAUA/3cthjXAYz_Y/s1600-h/Batam+Trip+20.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451835422541344690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S6jPboZ377I/AAAAAAAAAUA/3cthjXAYz_Y/s320/Batam+Trip+20.03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 20/03/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another Saturday but a Holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Batam Trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much buys in return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not as enjoyable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, love ya guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awaits for our holiday plans after our confirmation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-4099989649268579510?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4099989649268579510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4099989649268579510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='indo-i-come'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S6jPboZ377I/AAAAAAAAAUA/3cthjXAYz_Y/s72-c/Batam+Trip+20.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-4024829613059371271</id><published>2010-03-23T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:24:27.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Finally there's gonna be some updates to my archive. Still as happening as before, didn't slept well last night because I got a very bad nightmare. I can't remember clearly but felt like being forced to my deathbed. Maybe I'm having a bad time but what am I supposed to say, everybody are also having their own bad time. It's pitiful but yet it's so hard to feel pitiful. Screammm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-4024829613059371271?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4024829613059371271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4024829613059371271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/03/aahhhhhh.html' title='Aahhhhhh'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-5239248069107664417</id><published>2010-03-11T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:22:40.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there</title><content type='html'>Omg. This week really happening.&lt;br /&gt;Besides having nightmares almost every night, and the inner self I'm fighting with&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I felt He was there when I cried out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-5239248069107664417?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5239248069107664417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5239248069107664417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/03/there.html' title='there'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-2333369056817401136</id><published>2010-02-23T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:38:19.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Wth.&lt;br /&gt;These few days were really frustrating. First, I couldn't connect to itunes store so I spent the whole night trying different ways to mend it but it was still the same hopeless situation. It was a sleepless night. Second, cock up with the uni application and also fumbling with the internet pop-up. That instance, I really felt regretted not taking up IT skills. Still having hope that that my itunes store will be ok, so I tried opening the application. My hope's dashed and another sleepless night. Worst still, I wanted to print my application form in the office but the internet version there is slightly older. Damn it man. So I spent the afternoon anxiously and thinking where I can print that stupid thing. When I reached home, I found out I'm really a fool and sufferring from a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to admit I'm a IT idoit and starting to having axiety disorder. But nowdays technology is just getting further away from me or is it that I can't keep with the pace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-2333369056817401136?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2333369056817401136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2333369056817401136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6151817134625966704</id><published>2010-02-07T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:57:15.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Sunday</title><content type='html'>How I spend the 11 hours and 30 mins of LUP duty on a Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Watching magic show, children competing on how long they can hold their voice, lion dance&lt;br /&gt;2) Standing and explaining the facts and figures&lt;br /&gt;3) Walking and climbing lots of stairs&lt;br /&gt;4) Eating wanton mee and duck noodle&lt;br /&gt;5) Strolling in the park and played a bit&lt;br /&gt;6) Going Community Centre toilet instead of the mobile one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended with a sore and aching feet. All the way man. Monday night shift then I can call it off a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-6151817134625966704?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6151817134625966704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6151817134625966704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-i-spend-11-hours-and-30-mins-of-lup.html' title='Tired Sunday'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7260626786870480202</id><published>2010-02-05T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:06:00.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy today because I finally got to spent some quality time with my ah ma. Yeah! She baked 2kg of pineapple tarts so I went over to help her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S2wqkYdLXDI/AAAAAAAAATo/Oq87qX_Ze94/s1600-h/P050210_17.34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434765654857833522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S2wqkYdLXDI/AAAAAAAAATo/Oq87qX_Ze94/s200/P050210_17.34.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah ma also cooked mee sua for me and we ate together. Later, she gave me a fortune cookie and inside the cookie there's a slip of paper written, "A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains". I enjoyed the evening very much with ah ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7260626786870480202?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7260626786870480202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7260626786870480202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-so-happy-today-because-i-finally-got.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S2wqkYdLXDI/AAAAAAAAATo/Oq87qX_Ze94/s72-c/P050210_17.34.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-4012893942439778935</id><published>2010-01-28T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:49:54.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That Real?</title><content type='html'>What a funny night we had for MP Blk visit. Usually it's serious work but tonight it seems that both of us really laugh it out. The reason was a 'fake' dog. The 'bulldog' at one of the residents house looks so real and we both thought it was just resting at the kitchen entrance. Just as both of us realised that the dog is not a real one, we heard the MP saying "The dog looks so real!" Immediately we burst out laughing.. of course in silence. You should have seen the 'dog', its folds make it looks damned real. Even the MP agree.. and that's the first sentence he greeted to that resident. Wahahahaha. After that incident Amelia kept asking me "is that real"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-4012893942439778935?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4012893942439778935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4012893942439778935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-that-real.html' title='Is That Real?'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7495766651262093508</id><published>2010-01-24T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:42:25.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days MC</title><content type='html'>I'm down with bad cramps. Being excused from work today for 2 days MC. Had a good rest at home and ate "healthy" meals. Finally watched [Hi, My Sweetheart] "Hai Pai Tian Xin" episode 2. I hope I will get better tomorrow. And thanks bro, for the two pairs of socks you bought me, it was just in time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7495766651262093508?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7495766651262093508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7495766651262093508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-days-mc.html' title='2 days MC'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7292779462258886246</id><published>2010-01-23T00:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:33:20.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After part of the weekdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S1ncNolQGJI/AAAAAAAAATg/-Ac6rtE-7Rg/s1600-h/P200110_12.23.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S1nXy0w6uVI/AAAAAAAAATY/OT6vadf6BSI/s1600-h/P200110_12.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429608093929093458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S1nXy0w6uVI/AAAAAAAAATY/OT6vadf6BSI/s320/P200110_12.28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WEDNESDAY marks the end of the 2-days course at Ngee Ann Poly. I really miss poly life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THURSDAY resume work at TMBO. Slightly moody. Left office at 1930.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY morning rain makes me sleepy. Another OT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S1nXyK1272I/AAAAAAAAATI/7Eka2s3mrWk/s1600-h/P190110_13.09%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S1nXx3i30WI/AAAAAAAAATA/lP4oCYKvzNY/s1600-h/P190110_13.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7292779462258886246?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7292779462258886246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7292779462258886246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-marks-end-of-2-days-course-at.html' title='After part of the weekdays'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S1nXy0w6uVI/AAAAAAAAATY/OT6vadf6BSI/s72-c/P200110_12.28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7917477567409036882</id><published>2010-01-20T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:46:09.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S1XtjLw7fAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WjqwLzNgKCE/s1600-h/P190110_22.10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428506114574220290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S1XtjLw7fAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WjqwLzNgKCE/s320/P190110_22.10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raining cats and dogs. &lt;div&gt;Wash away bygones, have a good night sleep and ready for tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life goes on for Hami even for being a small mouse. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7917477567409036882?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7917477567409036882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7917477567409036882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/01/raining-cats-and-dogs.html' title='Hami'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/S1XtjLw7fAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WjqwLzNgKCE/s72-c/P190110_22.10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6850573899222943361</id><published>2010-01-19T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:40:08.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough.</title><content type='html'>So many things can happen within 12 days. I didn't like what has happened and I still don't like it now. Everyone has their own destiny and choice to make, so why doesn't it seems that I can choose my own path? I told myself before that I will never hate anybody or anything but all of these just pushing me into desolation. Why do I have to go through this? It's really unfair. I would bear my own consequences but why do I have to clear someone mess and suffer for it when it's not even my fault. The road has been tough and I thought I was strong enough to brave through it. Turns out that I over-estimated my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have already come so far, I will never be able to be like the past. I just don't want to be hurt over the same issue over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-6850573899222943361?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6850573899222943361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6850573899222943361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-many-things-can-happen-within-12.html' title='enough.'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8339236363447159344</id><published>2010-01-07T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:59:31.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xiao long bao</title><content type='html'>I finally got to eat xiao long bao today. I met with my dad and had dinner at Crystal Jade so we ordered a tray of fours. The meat filling smells a bit like the white good morning towel drenched in water. In the end both of us just ate everything cos we were too hungry. &lt;em&gt;Hey Yuli, so when are we going for the xiao long bao buffet? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8339236363447159344?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8339236363447159344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8339236363447159344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/01/xiao-long-bao.html' title='xiao long bao'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1543173061296814702</id><published>2010-01-07T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:08:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OT nights</title><content type='html'>I knocked the door and waited for awhile. Door opens;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: "You sell the Yakult one arh? No, no, no. I don't want."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hi, auntie. No, I'm from HDB, Housing Board..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one incident that I almost thought it was a joke. At least we know Yakult is also doing house visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "The pen no ink." ~smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Sorry, I only have one pen and it has no ink."&lt;br /&gt;Man: " No ink you still give me sign." ~tracing his signature as the strokes are very faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why there's accusations of forgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-1543173061296814702?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1543173061296814702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1543173061296814702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/01/ot-nights.html' title='OT nights'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-343992151448341427</id><published>2010-01-05T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:23:04.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH, Sian</title><content type='html'>What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;iPod touch malfunctioning. I thought it was on low battery so I went to charge. Then I realised it's not some troubleshooting issue because the screen remained black even I switch on-off several times. Arhh.. Can't listen to my music for tomorrow. It's has become part of me already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is a bad start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-343992151448341427?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/343992151448341427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/343992151448341427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/01/wth-sian.html' title='WTH, Sian'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-533699063949130535</id><published>2010-01-02T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:22:13.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>2nd day of year 2010 and I am thinking how to spend the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-533699063949130535?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/533699063949130535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/533699063949130535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8146734850950904434</id><published>2009-12-31T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:41:25.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm There Already?</title><content type='html'>I'm back to the blogger after almost five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8146734850950904434?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8146734850950904434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8146734850950904434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-there-already.html' title='I&apos;m There Already?'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7765393514270503324</id><published>2009-07-29T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:00:11.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of Blogged events</title><content type='html'>I finally covered duties that are required in my job scope. Yep, picked up a new skill and been practicing since yesterday afternoon and today morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle reminder is given to the residents to make their payment on time through phone calls. It may sound somehow like legal loan sharks or telemarketing. The whole system looks complex and I yet still got the access. However, I'm temporary using my mentor's account to check upon the history of various transactions. I still haven't really got the hang of the different systems. There's just too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claimed half-day off in lieu of last Saturday shift duty for tomorrow's graduation. This marks the completion of my teenage years spent in education. Consider it as a significant day in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to relate, I was overjoyed when I bought the twilight book yesterday. It may have been bought on impulse, as it did have been for Harry Potter series. I decided that I should protect the book cover so I wrapped it with a piece of plastic. If you could see the state of my Harry Potter, you will gladly agree with me. Currently, my aim is get the complete series. Put the blame on the libraries. I've search in vain the series but not avail. Yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTO just asked me to go with him on a case of ceiling leak. The case is gender sensitive, lady lessee, wiser to have a lady officer there in case. The appointment is at 8pm, OT for the first time. Out with PTO means he will test me on how much I learnt. I must do recap before-hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becca signing off to do recap.&lt;br /&gt;spirit of work lives.&lt;br /&gt;19th May 2009&lt;br /&gt;4.51pm&lt;br /&gt;Word count: 419 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning! The usual routine, check the necessary systems even the inbox are all empty. I must practice this task everyday so I will remember the sequence and not forgetting all the passwords. Hell, lots of passwords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my relief, PTO didn't ask me much questions to test me. Instead it was rather a pretty relaxing chat. He was really a nice boss giving me advice. After the night inspection, PTO was nice to send me home. I was really hungry as I managed to finish the whole packet of hor fun by myself, which I usually can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling sleepy and lacking of concentration because I stay up late last night to watch CSI. Heck. Lost count on the number of times I yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is today. My robe not ironed and formal wear not prepared. Everything seems to be stagnant or not in the way. I think that is my attitude, always like to last minute, which my father always said. I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th May 2009&lt;br /&gt;9.41am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent another unnecessary expenditure on taxi fare this morning. I woke up 15 minutes late but in the end still did not rush on time. I'm not having enough sleep, as if I'm a walking zombie. I even got the urge to apply leave today just to sleep longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell into deep sleep once I bathe and lie on my bed. I was too tired, exerted too much energy in the day. I walked from block to block throughout the house inspection and sweating profusely. At the graduation, as long as there's no a/c, I'm always perspiring like crazy. The robe is indeed a heat suit. All of us are like a bunch of sweaty fellows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Graduation Ceremony was great. Like some says, every ending has a brand new beginning. I wish everyone all the best and to succeed in the things they do. Taking this opportunity, I just want to thank all my classmates and poly mates for making a difference in my life. Friends are for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With a blank state of mind, until then.&lt;br /&gt;21st May 2009&lt;br /&gt;9.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach the office exactly at 8am. It's a good thing but I didn't managed catch a wink during the ride. I left my house at 7.22am to catch bus 65 at 7.26am. I almost board the bus but because of the stupid incoming cars I couldn't cross the road. In the end, I missed the bus. I got quite angry, stomping off to another bus stop to take to the MRT station. Luckily there are alternate means of transportation to reach my workplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from house inspections. The hot and humid weather makes the trip very tiring for me. I switched wearing sneakers for work and it's been very comfortable though it might be a little mismatch with my attire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd May &lt;br /&gt;12.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny joke caught my attention, this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bean is appearing for his university final examination. He takes his seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes and then in a fit of inspiration takes his shoes off and throws them out of the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then removes his shirt and throws it away as well. His pant, socks and watch follow suit. The invigilator, alarmed, approaches him and asks what is going on. "Oye, I am only following the instructions yaar," he says, "it says here,' Answer the following questions in brief'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off work, &lt;br /&gt;22nd May 2009&lt;br /&gt;5.15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. I'm more cooled down now. I followed one of my colleagues to do house inspections. The sweltering sun successfully kept us sweating profusely. I reckoned that I stink after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to start an exercise regime. Anybody interested to sign up with me?? Keen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;25th May, Monday&lt;br /&gt;12.41pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the news today I will be taking charge of properties with effect on 1st June. It's kind of fast but it's already been almost a month since I joined. I hope I won't mess up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to miss school life. The school holidays; the low-price food; the teachers we can rely on; the lessons that we used to skip and the friends we go through thick and thin with. If there's a one-month "work holiday", I thought to myself. No such good things man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th May, Monday &lt;br /&gt;4.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last took bus 65. I always miss the transport by a minute or two. Considerable fortunate, I still have another alternative, MRT. I'd taken train when I missed the bus. But bad thing is that most of the time I have to stand until Tanah Merah then I'll have a seat and I can't take a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, my eyes are feeling droopy and my yawns are going to take over me soon. Struggled, struggling, struggles very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intention is to have the chocolate digestives biscuits as my lunch today. But I got the urge to have MacDonald's set meal, upsize with the cup. I love lunch hour, munching away while reading my book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is quite good today.&lt;br /&gt;26th May, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;12.53pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite finished my double cheese burger meal, I was asked along to attend the window inspection with some of our staff. I learnt a lot today. They screen the window rivets using a mirror-like tool, the ones dentist used to check your teeth except they were a little bigger. I started taking down notes so that I can refer if I forget. I should have jotted down long ago but at least I start now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another constructive day.&lt;br /&gt;26th May, 5.32pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been successful in keeping awake during office hours. I am still doing the demand letters, a few in a day, making the workload lighter and also allowing them to keep me occupied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received several items these days, the mirror-like tool that I mention, HAD T-shirts, renovation and electrical guidelines and also met some estates officers (EO). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly developing the passion for the job. I think a tiny winy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at the museum 2 was great. Funny as I expected, no regrets watching. $6/ticket was a good deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have enough sleep last night. Today I went to the toilet twice to take a quick nap. Both a swift one but satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work ends here.&lt;br /&gt;28th May, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;5.28pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better than ok today. Two resale cases tomorrow, I hope I don't mess it. All the best, I say. Jerk me. What's for luncheon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2th June, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;12.52pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished all the stuff for today and left some time to blog. Undeniable busy handling cases over these days. I didn't even bother to watch my shows put aside checking my emails and facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is Supernatural airing in CH5? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th June, Monday&lt;br /&gt;5.23pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ill benefits of this job: &lt;br /&gt;Getting unevenly tan on the wrong place&lt;br /&gt;High probability of dehydration&lt;br /&gt;Profuse perspiration&lt;br /&gt;Minor acne outbreaks&lt;br /&gt;Long walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessed I'm exhausted by the heat. I need to buy a thicker curtain that can minimize the amount of sunlight coming in and the temperature of the radiating heat. IKEA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th June, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;4.27pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke record for taking bus on five consecutive days. That's really a feat but I got to admit I always late by 10 to 15 minutes. It's proud but at the same time ugly. Finally went to watch Ghost of Girlfriend Past yesterday. One objective met, Transformer next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th June 2009, Friday&lt;br /&gt;8.49am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7765393514270503324?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7765393514270503324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7765393514270503324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/07/series-of-blogged-events.html' title='A series of Blogged events'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7427589872480459592</id><published>2009-06-13T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:25:29.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if time would stop</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the internet world for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7427589872480459592?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7427589872480459592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7427589872480459592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-time-would-stop.html' title='if time would stop'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7531244738285758902</id><published>2009-05-16T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:53:48.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging in the office</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For your information, these are all pre-typed in the office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting on, it's the tenth day of work. Friday is where I long for to come and finally it's TODAY!! Work ends early at 5pm every Friday which is something good and happy for me. I can't wait for tomorrow to end too as I will be working on SATURDAY. Fortunately, 8am-12.30pm. I don't really dislike working, I think for now it's been quite dull and sometimes boring. They can't pass me any case yet because I think I still need to be familiar with the matters relating to the job scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Internet available is what bores me further. No blogging, hence I resort to "blog" using Microsoft Word. Yep, this is pre-typed at my work station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some things still encourage me through these days. Pay day on the 12th, I've already spent a little of it. Bought a shirt at Uniqlo and a slim jeans at MNG. Well, it really cheers me up. I think I do need a pair of shoes that is comfortable to wear during work. It's been quite torturous for my feet the past two weeks having to endure the pain in heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I hope I do not spent too much money and use it unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well speaking of how I spent my money, now shall share about how I been spending time in the office. As I could remember, the day I got my access to the pc, I plugged in my thumb drive and immediately it detected virus. It didn't bother me much so I continue viewing my files. Not long later, the administrator called me and told me stuffs about using software to scan and clean virus and avoid using personal thumb drive for work. Hah. This is my first impression to the administrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone is busy with their paperwork or out for house inspections, I spent my time reading Harry Potter even I had read it twice. Better than nothing to do right? Anyway I also enjoyed reading over again because the movie is coming out, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I'm a fan of Harry Potter. Chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days I played Sudoku in the TODAY newspaper. I'm actually quite good at it and managed to solve it without any clues or hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I have also done some work. I have gone to site and house inspections with several colleagues at different days, read up about the various guides and policies; helped in moving the balloting boxes from the second storey to the third. It was damn tiring; they were metal and wooden materials and we climbed stairs, mind you. Ended the next day I got a bad back pain and aching arms; on an errand to buy snacks and tea for the STO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I will doze off. I wonder if anybody noticed. Hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what I will be doing next week?&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is just less than a week away. Then it will be official. Not a student anymore. No concession in bus rides, no student offers, can I still order student meal? Miss the good old days being a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count: 528 words.&lt;br /&gt;15 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;2.48pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feeling real pissed off right now upon realizing the fact that I should try not to read story books during working hours. Then, as a matter of fact, what the hell I can exactly do when there's no cases for me to handle and when I don't even know how to use the software. Worse is that when I clicked the icon, it says, "You are not authorized to access that database". Gosh!! So many web base and damn confusing. Tomorrow still got to come for work and it's only two staff including me on duty. I don't even know what I can do tomorrow if I can't read my book. Leave me alone please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the peace be with me.&lt;br /&gt;15 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;5.12pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. It's a problem even when I want to be tidy. Maybe it's retribution for "misusing" the company's pc for private purposes. I thought of sorting the songs and photographs in my handphone and making another softcopy to my thumbdrive. But viola! God gracious me! My device is not being shown on the My Computer panel. It can be detected but I can't seem to access into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really good in computer applications. Can anyone help me to solve this problem?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am now in the office. Alone since 8am, the cleaning uncle came and clear the rubbish and chat awhile on his cellphone then off he went. Not long ago, my STO came to finish up her work bringing her daughter along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office seems peaceful with nobody around except for the drillings and renovation noises. Nobody will know what exactly I am doing which I feel more relax. I am wearing slippers now. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering what constructive tasks I can do this weekend. How I hope I can complete the spring cleaning I started a few weeks ago as soon as possible. The whole process has been going on and off; don't know where to start exactly. Being a perfectionist is problem here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about my handphone malfunctioning. There's not a single music file nor jpg folder in my phone because I went to format my external memory card. Oh gosh. Is that the reason why the device can't auto play when I plugged into the USB port? No idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just know I got to spent my weekend wisely and enjoy it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off work.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;16th May 2009&lt;br /&gt;12.26pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7531244738285758902?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7531244738285758902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7531244738285758902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-in-office.html' title='Blogging in the office'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-2694035587336533537</id><published>2009-05-11T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:02:58.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like very long ago.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I am updating the things that happened these days.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Started work about a week. It's kind of routine during the weekdays and I found myself doing the same things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to share my work experience as for now it doesn't seems to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I have taken cab to work twice in a week because I couldn't wake up on time.&lt;br /&gt;Done very little work in the office and hoping 5.30pm to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;Got to have lunch alone still.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday and I really looking forward to Friday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-2694035587336533537?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2694035587336533537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2694035587336533537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-very-long-ago.html' title='like very long ago.'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-4766190204244781967</id><published>2009-04-29T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:02:56.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's getting cranky</title><content type='html'>Gosh. The computer is really cranky. Checking my email also can get hang. Luckily I can blog else.. Felt so restricted. Drawing nearer to my working day, 4th May. Wish me all the best. I will be out in the workplace. Recently I am quite a clean geek. Been making myself free to clear my room. I really mean SPRING CLEANING. It is a year and a few days since I moved to my current house and I still haven't really unpacked all my things. I managed to start a little each day hoping to finish before I start work. Now I know how it feels being a housewife. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to start to be hardworking. I need to decide now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-4766190204244781967?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4766190204244781967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4766190204244781967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/04/everythings-getting-cranky.html' title='Everything&apos;s getting cranky'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-53395298927198325</id><published>2009-04-24T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:31:51.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Me</title><content type='html'>It's been two weeks since I the OCP trip. Things happened and time do not wait. This is how my days passed. Been feeling alot these days as usual. I'm not being emotional just sentimental I would call it. Recalling as hard as I could remember;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school to rent the graduation gown. I saw the graduation bear. It's cute, I want it. Can someone buy IT for me? As a gift? $16 only :) grins&lt;br /&gt;After that rot in the library till 7pm for the OCP post trip meeting. Grab a few pizza, chit chat, watched some video footage and took our cert then off we go. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said he will be attending my graduation ceremony. I was surprised. He usually can't stand this kind of event, doze off over a while. Thought of it, parents will be proud of their child achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as surprised, I really got the job. Technical officer (Housing &amp;amp; Maintenance)  a HDB. I really thought I missed the chance as they took more than 2 weeks to get back to me. Just when I was losing hope and it came unexpectedly. 4th May will be the first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My birthday is coming soon!! I want a laptop, SONY VAIO (red).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-53395298927198325?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/53395298927198325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/53395298927198325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-me.html' title='Random Me'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8791154341251334892</id><published>2009-03-27T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:26:01.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down but with chop chop</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's a new post again. I am not feeling well today. An irritation in my nose and throat since last night. Must have caught the virus from the bus. You know those uncles and aunties cough and sneeze not covering their mouths. Then, the press bell and hand rails full of bacteria and germs. It will be a miracle if I hadn't got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the worse is that I got to endure the bitterness taste of the malaria tablet. Even sweet treats cannot cover the horrible feeling. I seriously don't enjoy thursday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there's one thing that could cheer me up now. My pet chop chop. How I wish it was real.. It insisted to drink the sparkling pear juice but I've only got one. That's a naughty one, he don't even want to play the ball. Hehe. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/ScxwWMRDM8I/AAAAAAAAASo/glIseL-GUWY/s1600-h/chop+chop.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/ScxxLFZdKyI/AAAAAAAAASw/DfK7q3GHBus/s1600-h/chop+chop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317749695259159330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/ScxxLFZdKyI/AAAAAAAAASw/DfK7q3GHBus/s320/chop+chop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep that's chop chop! See the only poo he gave me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8791154341251334892?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8791154341251334892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8791154341251334892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/03/down-but-with-chop-chop.html' title='down but with chop chop'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/ScxxLFZdKyI/AAAAAAAAASw/DfK7q3GHBus/s72-c/chop+chop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-2473797988714498023</id><published>2009-03-26T16:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:34:03.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll be soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a week I had. Been working almost everyday but fortunatelyI still have time to spare. Luckily I still have &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt; to accompany me when I'm bored. Not a bad book afterall. I played with my pet society pet, chop chop and I found his first poo. Hurray! I gave him so much "luxury" food yet he took so long. What a wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocp meeting today was delivering the English and IT lessons as a trial run. The English lessons developed was a success. I do enjoyed it and have a great laugh throughout the whole lesson. Leaving for Laos in a week's time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things are happening, I not sure what's more to come, but I hope I can face them with courage and intelligence. Sometimes, I do feel I'm not as capable as I thought though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/Scs77k6oUzI/AAAAAAAAASc/sQJ07d1fm-U/s1600-h/me+&amp;amp;+bro+(fun).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317409679748911922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/Scs77k6oUzI/AAAAAAAAASc/sQJ07d1fm-U/s320/me+%26+bro+(fun).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I do really miss the times when we have fun. Impossible to turn back time, Why not look forward and do your best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Edited the picture myself. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-2473797988714498023?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2473797988714498023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2473797988714498023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-week-i-had.html' title='It&apos;ll be soon.'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/Scs77k6oUzI/AAAAAAAAASc/sQJ07d1fm-U/s72-c/me+%26+bro+(fun).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1226772738982109985</id><published>2009-03-19T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:42:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother &amp; Sister</title><content type='html'>Today I had a wonderful day. Met my brother and went for dinner together. It was quite some time since we both hang out. Thought of buying shoes from the converse sales but gave up the idea in the end. Due to the urgent submission of the medical exam report for the OCP, my brother accompanied me to school. I brought him around the school, like a tour guide. The view of the location near mensa was just breath-taking. Hardly can I see it. Maybe it's because it is whom you see it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After strolling at bedok reservoir, we went bedok interchange. Walking around aimlessly and hestitating what to have for dinner, we both decided burger king. To our dismay, it was closed for renovation. Sigh. Finally agreeing to something, then like that. We went library to restore our sore feets and I managed to borrow &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia.&lt;/em&gt; Woohoo. Next, we went the hawker centre to eat. My brother ordered curry chicken noodles, which tasted alot like peanut, while I ate the duck rice set. The morale of this is called, chicken hand duck foot (ji shou ya jiao). Lol. I really enjoyed myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.9kg of reader digest, that's really heavy. Am I really going to put THOSE in my lugage?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-1226772738982109985?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1226772738982109985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1226772738982109985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/03/brother-sister.html' title='Brother &amp; Sister'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6977184040207132341</id><published>2009-03-19T18:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:37:25.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library meeting</title><content type='html'>I went to school eariler yesterday to sort out the donated books which we are bring to Laos. That was the first meeting (or the only meeting) for the library team. Overall, I felt the meeting has given me a chance to know the other team mates better. The interactions were good and I enjoyed it. Though the library team is small, but I think it's a good start. Hope things will get better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/ScJaNBZSc3I/AAAAAAAAASU/aZODDG_FCR0/s1600-h/P180309_12.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314909690009908082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/ScJaNBZSc3I/AAAAAAAAASU/aZODDG_FCR0/s320/P180309_12.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The books that have been approved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Bugis for dinner and dessert. The name of the dessert shop was funny. Ahh ahh "Ah Chew" dessert shop. I think it creative and easy to remember thanks to yuli. The mango sago I had was nice. But what I like was the toilet wash basin. One word, traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/ScJY2y1Iq_I/AAAAAAAAASM/1pER47BV_xA/s1600-h/P180309_20.52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908208631426034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/ScJY2y1Iq_I/AAAAAAAAASM/1pER47BV_xA/s320/P180309_20.52.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-6977184040207132341?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6977184040207132341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6977184040207132341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-to-school-eariler-yesterday-to.html' title='Library meeting'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/ScJaNBZSc3I/AAAAAAAAASU/aZODDG_FCR0/s72-c/P180309_12.20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-5713258778082405482</id><published>2009-03-17T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:10:00.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers Fireman!!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo. Today FLSM site visit to SCDF training academy was really an experience for me. The live fire that I don't or won't come across so easily was indeed too "hot" to handle. I realised the importance of fire safety and the consequences and damages it can bring. Now the firemen are the greatest of all. Here are some pictures to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314172925792996450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/Sb-8HszjzGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SIb8q5ozIRo/s320/P170309_13.45%5B03%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fire roll over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/Sb-8IHV9rAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O-Zez9XdHh0/s1600-h/P170309_15.23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314172932916620290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/Sb-8IHV9rAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O-Zez9XdHh0/s320/P170309_15.23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First Aid lesson :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-5713258778082405482?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5713258778082405482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5713258778082405482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheers-fireman.html' title='Cheers Fireman!!'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/Sb-8HszjzGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SIb8q5ozIRo/s72-c/P170309_13.45%5B03%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1009662098011612051</id><published>2009-03-11T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:10:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again with mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>Around 3 weeks. I will be at Laos. I do not really feel excited about it nor anticipate what will take place over there. The few meetings had let me taste what is it like. Honestly speaking, I do enjoy what I am doing to contribute to this outreach. But somehow I just have mixed feeling. I am not really sure what is the main cause for it. Maybe there's lots of them or it's just that I'm thinking too much. Intiatially, most of us sign up for this trip but because of reasons only a few of us are going. I felt quite "sian" after that but I asked myself if I'm going there to help then I should have a positive attitude to serve. For that time, that was my motivation. Soon after the meetings, I saw that many of the students actually knew each other and moon had taught them before. Once again, I felt "sian". In total, there are about 40 students going excluding teachers. The group is considered big and the worse can be forseen- Cliques. Now I feel hardly motivated. But I kept encouraging myself everything is going to be ok, just don't think too much and don't give pressure to myself. I remembered something very meaningful of what moon said. That we should humble ourself and not putting ourself as the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel looking forward to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me to the test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-1009662098011612051?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1009662098011612051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1009662098011612051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-again-with-mixed-feelings.html' title='back again with mixed feelings'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1886200791373603597</id><published>2008-08-12T16:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:59:03.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SKFMti8ppiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9XZC1yzi5Us/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233548587340244514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SKFMti8ppiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9XZC1yzi5Us/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Food Dryer 2 cum Infrared Dryer (side view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SKFMtoXd3MI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AqpJmphbMu8/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233548588794895554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SKFMtoXd3MI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AqpJmphbMu8/s320/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Food Dryer 2 (front view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SKFMuHJJ_PI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rKK8H7HLmJM/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233548597056371954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SKFMuHJJ_PI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rKK8H7HLmJM/s320/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Food Dryer 1 cum Pressure Swing Dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SKFMuHksUEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wzX-kxA2_tQ/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233548597171867714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SKFMuHksUEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wzX-kxA2_tQ/s320/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moisture removal chamber...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's the seventeenth week of our MP/SIP period and finally it's coming to an end. Nevertheless, it must end with a proper powerpoint presentation and a 1500 words report. Just last week, we were really getting more busy. Unlikely the usual where we still can afford to take a nice afternoon nap whenever we want. Now back to the PR2 that almost make us go a little insane.. Compiling all the necessary data and information needed for our ppt, printing them onto every single sheet of paper clearly, adjusting the best fit line on the graphs, sorting and labelling the photos of the samples, selecting the best quality of the samples.. (so much more to name) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guess I got to end my post with another tiring day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.. I still haven't gotten over the crazy times where we pressed the START and STOP buttons. =P &lt;/em&gt;&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/281580029891858029-1886200791373603597?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1886200791373603597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1886200791373603597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-17.html' title='Week 17'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SKFMti8ppiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9XZC1yzi5Us/s72-c/DSC00934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-4591066763809193264</id><published>2008-07-30T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:46:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the day</title><content type='html'>The Infrared Heater (Food Dryer 2) is working finally! After dragging for so long, we resumed our testing and today, all the herbs were nicely dried, can say they are at least 99.8% dry. The results were much more better than we expected, in terms of colour, difference in weight, texture, the duration of the process and the efficiency of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days draws nearer to the submission of our report, all of us are really getting down to our work seriously. I was thinking back though. It all didn't started well and throughout the process I've learned many things and gone through many experiences. True enough, there were times we couldn't get along with each other, we have to put up with each other, and also learn to listen to each other's idea and opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this bad temper and sucking attitude of mine, disputes and misunderstandings are hard to be avoided. Working with xin yi and qingyi in these 15 weeks had brought me up to another level as I find many areas in my life that I can change for the better. "Doesn't matter how u started but it's how well you end it." Thanks to everyone who makes a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 1 more day to the month of August and it is going to be an exciting one. N282 multiplication is coming, zhenn's and beng's birthday on the 4th, Festival of Praise on the 1st, 2nd and 3rd, fasting 6am-6pm every tues, wed and thurs, N282 steamboat farewell outing, SOT Graduation, xy's birthday, National Day, Beijing Olympics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Too much to mention. But let's get ready as we move on to August!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-4591066763809193264?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4591066763809193264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4591066763809193264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-of-day.html' title='Thoughts of the day'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-4262252867891152952</id><published>2008-07-29T13:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:38:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>*yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I'm back after being lazy for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... anyway, change my blog skin for a brand new beginning..&lt;br /&gt;I spend the whole morning changing and setting the template. The result: back pain, eyes tearing.. sniff. sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the systematic project phase.&lt;br /&gt;Unfotunately to say, I getting quite sick and tired of doing the experiment.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite physical and emotional draining for me since I got to work, give tuition, project, family, church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's going to be alright! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;All things will come to past and let's move on!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who is running the race of life, JIA YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-4262252867891152952?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4262252867891152952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4262252867891152952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8832777466107425490</id><published>2008-07-01T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:37:55.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd June ECP-CGM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnN1W01hoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JJPzyBc2N4c/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217927959829382786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnN1W01hoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JJPzyBc2N4c/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hock Soon's badly injuired foot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnN1mSum5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/5AFxldfx7S0/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217927963981290386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnN1mSum5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/5AFxldfx7S0/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; playing captain's papaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnN1hZ2ovI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hksIzrrO2Ak/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217927962668999410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnN1hZ2ovI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hksIzrrO2Ak/s320/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zhen Ying, Pamela, Saren, Angela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hmmm.. did u see Angela's mole? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnNBHg65dI/AAAAAAAAANM/B6Zt9FFZZvg/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217927062366119378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnNBHg65dI/AAAAAAAAANM/B6Zt9FFZZvg/s320/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah &amp;amp; Isabel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guitar- sing-along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnNBeX2svI/AAAAAAAAANU/_vTHyMbd8iM/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217927068502110962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnNBeX2svI/AAAAAAAAANU/_vTHyMbd8iM/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah &amp;amp; me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnNBa608kI/AAAAAAAAANc/YM6k9Qud-cw/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217927067575054914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnNBa608kI/AAAAAAAAANc/YM6k9Qud-cw/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnNBmfYQtI/AAAAAAAAANk/Wr7TmiHntU4/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217927070681154258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnNBmfYQtI/AAAAAAAAANk/Wr7TmiHntU4/s320/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angela &amp;amp; me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnL9Ey6OmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jir0Qj4cYI4/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217925893405162082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnL9Ey6OmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jir0Qj4cYI4/s320/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's a bar! heheh.. soy &amp;amp; tomato&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnL9YAD4OI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WgTcDJaJxfQ/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217925898560594146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnL9YAD4OI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WgTcDJaJxfQ/s320/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si Yi, me &amp;amp; angela &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnL9g7r5OI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Cqi8Hihb_-8/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217925900958164194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnL9g7r5OI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Cqi8Hihb_-8/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Isabel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnL9pqvZ7I/AAAAAAAAANE/ZPQXbxHJb6w/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217925903303010226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnL9pqvZ7I/AAAAAAAAANE/ZPQXbxHJb6w/s320/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angela &amp;amp; Si Ling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8832777466107425490?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8832777466107425490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8832777466107425490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/22nd-june-ecp-cgm.html' title='22nd June ECP-CGM'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnN1W01hoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JJPzyBc2N4c/s72-c/DSC00619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-5889497673530380334</id><published>2008-07-01T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:06:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resident cat of TP Mensa Canteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGkLvWHgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5BPaiQ2DcmE/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217919968214392322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGkLvWHgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5BPaiQ2DcmE/s320/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kitten with its mum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217919967206080402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGkH-8f5I/AAAAAAAAAME/l0udtEDuKXM/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;feeding milk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGkQ9WA8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/wAFnhewjheY/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217919969615283138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGkQ9WA8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/wAFnhewjheY/s320/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGkr-MAII/AAAAAAAAAMU/GARAMO4K8F8/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217919976866578562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGkr-MAII/AAAAAAAAAMU/GARAMO4K8F8/s320/DSC00475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGlG2hRoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/a7NM2ekRVH0/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217919984082175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGlG2hRoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/a7NM2ekRVH0/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-5889497673530380334?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5889497673530380334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5889497673530380334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/resident-cat-of-tp-mensa-canteen.html' title='Resident cat of TP Mensa Canteen'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnGkLvWHgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5BPaiQ2DcmE/s72-c/DSC00330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-2809656215580649632</id><published>2008-07-01T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:45:07.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd June TP Library Level 9 Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnBBR8T8-I/AAAAAAAAALk/9e_YDH0WCMo/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217913871025828834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnBBR8T8-I/AAAAAAAAALk/9e_YDH0WCMo/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnBBlUlpNI/AAAAAAAAALs/nqtgT-R7IBE/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217913876227925202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnBBlUlpNI/AAAAAAAAALs/nqtgT-R7IBE/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnBB_YspxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yWvi2nXd-Gs/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217913883224483602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnBB_YspxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yWvi2nXd-Gs/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These photos were taken like ages ago... dots.. it was during the UP YOUR SERVICE workshop in the library level 9 on 3rd June. I actually took all these from the toilet window. It's so cool because the toilet is using daylighting.. and when you come out of the toilet, this is what you see, a magnificient view..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-2809656215580649632?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2809656215580649632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/2809656215580649632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rd-june-tp-library-level-9-toilet.html' title='3rd June TP Library Level 9 Toilet'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGnBBR8T8-I/AAAAAAAAALk/9e_YDH0WCMo/s72-c/DSC00512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-4251790799486101660</id><published>2008-07-01T12:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:10:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th June 2008 TP's Adventure Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGm2fzoi3gI/AAAAAAAAALc/lhuYayGcBFQ/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217902300837895682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGm2fzoi3gI/AAAAAAAAALc/lhuYayGcBFQ/s320/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is it mirror or just us??.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGm2TIJhb7I/AAAAAAAAALM/cjIstZrKEIc/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217902083006623666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGm2TIJhb7I/AAAAAAAAALM/cjIstZrKEIc/s320/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;toilet at TCC so many cubicles lox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGm2TRI51qI/AAAAAAAAALU/d_xXNv_9q3c/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGmzAe_EbJI/AAAAAAAAALE/M16dVGGLCoc/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217898464184396946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGmzAe_EbJI/AAAAAAAAALE/M16dVGGLCoc/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balancing..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGmyYkMHxXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/H1_PIpZAQnM/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217897778386552178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGmyYkMHxXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/H1_PIpZAQnM/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; giant version of see-saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGmyQC84AXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QhxCwLiDNC4/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217897632025280882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGmyQC84AXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QhxCwLiDNC4/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; floating tyres or donuts??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGmxqYg9l9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/bfcX695mA6U/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217896984978757586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGmxqYg9l9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/bfcX695mA6U/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bedok Reservoir view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-4251790799486101660?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4251790799486101660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/4251790799486101660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-it-mirror-or-just-us.html' title='6th June 2008 TP&apos;s Adventure Park'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SGm2fzoi3gI/AAAAAAAAALc/lhuYayGcBFQ/s72-c/DSC00548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1524311724473421612</id><published>2008-06-04T14:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:02:58.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday @ Ben &amp; Jerry's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY-u8gndWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7YCslasd5H0/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207918995338392930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY-u8gndWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7YCslasd5H0/s200/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kenneth &amp;amp; his rubic's cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY9triGH9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/StroJ4jDB5g/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207917874089697234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY9triGH9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/StroJ4jDB5g/s200/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY9uQGNGbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zdcJ_Yx98iQ/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207917883904825778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY9uQGNGbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zdcJ_Yx98iQ/s200/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY9C-ZsH7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9T8PaIINeLw/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207917140420337586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY9C-ZsH7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9T8PaIINeLw/s200/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enjoying... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY9DB-tF2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/0Zsv-8YeGRM/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207917141380896610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY9DB-tF2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/0Zsv-8YeGRM/s200/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doing forfeit - joey, szeyin, willie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207914652773673890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY6yLMga6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sRmXP4T60h0/s200/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY6yZWPUUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hxDdvrZJKls/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207914656572592450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY6yZWPUUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hxDdvrZJKls/s200/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st June was the first day of our 21 Prayer Day. everyone of us will take turns to fast each day. mine will be every tuesday. anyway, we met up at Cathay's B&amp;amp;J  to use the voucher before it was due. it was like ages since i have ice-cream... unfortunately, we still got to pay extra $2. we ate and played uno. zhen ying came even she was fasting. this outing was to "hold" the friends during the ignite camp. in the end, it turns out well. seeing what my leader stretching her capacity to serve &amp;amp; do great things for God and for cell group, I really admire and appreciate her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited damn long for my bus 65, i think around 30 minutes, was getting annoyed. but the wait was worthwhile. a military band (was it?) was marching down the road from the Istana and i managed to snap some shots while they were in action. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-1524311724473421612?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1524311724473421612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1524311724473421612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-ben-jerrys.html' title='Sunday @ Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEY-u8gndWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7YCslasd5H0/s72-c/DSC00487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-7135010091533529402</id><published>2008-06-04T11:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:21:01.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IGNITE CAMP @ 29-31may</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207874234131732802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYWBgBU2UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5BjCAqhYMjg/s200/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ready, get set, GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYUczSR56I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Cj830gQnGA0/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207872504136329122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYUczSR56I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Cj830gQnGA0/s200/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the special edition camp shirt-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;black with gold print&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYUdQw_Y7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/LvYXj8Oz9oQ/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207872512049767346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYUdQw_Y7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/LvYXj8Oz9oQ/s200/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ riverwalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYTaiK7dtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XcN00-W9nPY/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207871365670729426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYTaiK7dtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XcN00-W9nPY/s200/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*specially dedicated for angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYRsOxkWeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/58HIiY9lZkM/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207869470678473186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYRsOxkWeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/58HIiY9lZkM/s200/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whose shadows??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too bad we couldn't participate in the camp but anyway 3 of us angela, siling and myself, we managed to attend all the session. on friday, we spent the whole morning at the sport complex. we jogged for only 2 rounds but we sweat like mad. after that we played squash. angela missed the mini ball and it went straight into her eyeball. after school, we rushed to the campsite at sembawang for the campfire. at last was the drama. 3 teams, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nakamura&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bennett&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Petrelli&lt;/span&gt; give their best performance and the night ended with a phototaking session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siyi, siling, and myself we slept at angela house and the next day we went riverwalk together. the day has finally come. the results were announced. Even we didn't emerge as the champion house, Nakamura has long won the race. at the end of it, it is what everyone enjoys. congrats to stany for being the best camper. cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NAKAMURA&lt;/span&gt; ROCKS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ignite-camp.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ignite-camp.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;feel free to visit. just a click away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-7135010091533529402?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7135010091533529402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/7135010091533529402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/ignite-camp-29-31may.html' title='IGNITE CAMP @ 29-31may'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYWBgBU2UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5BjCAqhYMjg/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-1287613390948991611</id><published>2008-06-04T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:33:41.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The West Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDoar3CXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4SO96g5dR1Y/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207854011993491826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDoar3CXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4SO96g5dR1Y/s200/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;is it getting dark or raining soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDoWxmqKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zmgXwtsRfp8/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207854010943842466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDoWxmqKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zmgXwtsRfp8/s200/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDCrPMQJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iTxjvW4KpCo/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207853363601621138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDCrPMQJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iTxjvW4KpCo/s200/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is what horizon means?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDDaqUDMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1V2SOipRqoM/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207853376331844802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDDaqUDMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1V2SOipRqoM/s200/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the sun is setting..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDDnfpoSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AUnkTDomaJo/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207853379776782626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDDnfpoSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AUnkTDomaJo/s200/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;seeing is believing! all these pictures taken were very professional right.. I am considered blessed to have a camera cum walkman phone. the credit goes all out to my W660i. by the way, these beautiful shots were taken from my bedroom window. it's been 6 weeks since i moved to my new home. only til now, i really managed to take pics of my new estate. &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/281580029891858029-1287613390948991611?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1287613390948991611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/1287613390948991611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/west-horizon.html' title='The West Horizon'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYDoar3CXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4SO96g5dR1Y/s72-c/DSC00514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-283392291919806323</id><published>2008-06-03T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:53:54.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT MY NAME TELLS ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;now in blk22 lab. supposed to go for the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;UP YOUR SERVICE&lt;/span&gt; workshop but quitted halfway. luckily haven't pay yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;initially wanted to post the photos taken the past few days but later realised i didn't bring the cable. aiyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my temper today quite foul. no, it is bad very day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway i tried the test about WHAT DOES YOUR NAME MEANS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT REBECCA KOH MEANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You can have a pretty bad temper at times&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you strive for perfection&lt;/span&gt;. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;too deep in thought to pay attention to them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.At times, you can be &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a bit too serious&lt;/span&gt;. You tend to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;put too much pressure on yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;am i who the person you know?&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/281580029891858029-283392291919806323?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/283392291919806323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/283392291919806323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-in-blk22-lab.html' title='WHAT MY NAME TELLS ABOUT ME'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-5497971129367934836</id><published>2008-05-26T15:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:22:11.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, my comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didn't know why i am so &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; to my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sense of loss and disappointment just fill up my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everytime it is always like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everytime i seek for it to happen but it just won't be the way i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever that happened, it just break me even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i really feel like giving up but for the Lord i just keep hanging on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's hard. really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i'm not sensitive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at times i think lowly of myself that how come other people are better than me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am i not good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do some people get the attention where i just feels so behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do some people want to snatch away my things which i just yearn for abit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afterall i just want to be myself and be the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people say confidence, faith, trust in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but do you know it not easy at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hebrews 12:2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord you ask me not to hate anymore, but it just keep attacking me, hurting me all over, i'm loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when everything seems out of sight, you are the only one standing there waiting for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just want to hug you, embrace you forever. i love you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-5497971129367934836?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5497971129367934836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5497971129367934836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/05/jesus-my-comfort.html' title='Jesus, my comfort'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-5131351824857935768</id><published>2008-05-22T10:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:58:50.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday ahtehx!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDT64anfEvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/imbQX9QhRUA/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203059316644319986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDT64anfEvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/imbQX9QhRUA/s200/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hot brownie with ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDT5h6nfEuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O6wVb-hHu6w/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203057830585635554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDT5h6nfEuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O6wVb-hHu6w/s200/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chicken cutlet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDT3J6nfEtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j5L96Ow8Q6Y/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203055219245519570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDT3J6nfEtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j5L96Ow8Q6Y/s200/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheseey fish&amp;amp;chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDTukKnfEsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/esbp7B2KXFM/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203045774612435650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDTukKnfEsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/esbp7B2KXFM/s200/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; izuan yongfeng ahgui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDTsNKnfErI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4CFrgqHIlfo/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203043180452188850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDTsNKnfErI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4CFrgqHIlfo/s200/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ahtehx with his pressie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDTi36nfEqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TZTx4Z6AOVs/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203032919775318690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDTi36nfEqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TZTx4Z6AOVs/s200/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; hmm.. do they look familar??!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDThi6nfEpI/AAAAAAAAADs/GSghsj3e1QU/s1600-h/DSC00857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203031459486438034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDThi6nfEpI/AAAAAAAAADs/GSghsj3e1QU/s200/DSC00857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; groupie photo! the black &amp;amp; white theme. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haiz.. after so long i finally can post the photos up!!! yeah! stupid com.. these photos were like taken on friday!? anyway went to mindcafe near ps there to celebrate ahtehx's birthday! others of the connect grp members also came down and we did have a great time hanging out. nice food, great games, afterall not a bad place to RELAX and have FUN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ahtehx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-5131351824857935768?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5131351824857935768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5131351824857935768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/05/izuan-yongfeng-ahgui-ahtehx-with-his.html' title='Happy Birthday ahtehx!!!'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SDT64anfEvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/imbQX9QhRUA/s72-c/DSC00432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-8856616790198238896</id><published>2008-05-16T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:28:29.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eye for an Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was reading the book of Matthew and all just came upon me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew5:21-22&lt;br /&gt;you have heard that it was said to the people long ago, 'Do not murder, and anyone who murders will be subjected to judgement. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I tell you that anyone who is angry with his brother will be subjected to judgement.&lt;/span&gt; Again, anyone who says to his brother 'Raca', is answerable to the Sanhedrin. But anyone who says, 'You fool!' will be in danger of the fire of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew5:38-42&lt;br /&gt;you have heard that it was said, 'Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.'but I tell you, Do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if someone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said during the old testament period that one who &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kills&lt;/span&gt; will be subjected to judgement but Jesus said instead, "anyone who is&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; angry&lt;/span&gt; with his brother will be subjected to judgement".&lt;br /&gt;This just hit me because being angry is equal to killing and both will be subjected to judgement. I did just realised that I've been "killing" for very long, always being angry easily for anything that irritates me. I know that my family and friends have always putting up with my temper which I find it not easy. Because if you want me to put up with people's anger, I probably can't do it. The Lord also said, "Do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also." Can you imagine not to say or do anything if someone or your friend slap you? I would probably scold the person or give him/her back a slap. Despite the regretfull things that had already happened in me, in the end I know that God loves me and wants me to change to become a better person so He gave me this revelation, "If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles." ( Thank you Lord!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p * hmm.. so next time you can try venting your anger or slapping me to see if i can "go the extra mile" for you.. hahahahah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/281580029891858029-8856616790198238896?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8856616790198238896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/8856616790198238896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/05/eye-for-eye.html' title='An Eye for an Eye'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-5730912904064433759</id><published>2008-05-13T09:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:51:15.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isketch any1?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SCjwQs0imnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WUvMqBVd5aw/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199669939499342450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SCjwQs0imnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WUvMqBVd5aw/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt; heheheh.. playing isketch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;guess wad izzit???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;the word is SLAP!&lt;br /&gt;&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/281580029891858029-5730912904064433759?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5730912904064433759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/5730912904064433759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/05/heheheh_13.html' title='isketch any1?'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SCjwQs0imnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WUvMqBVd5aw/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281580029891858029.post-6383323587101572032</id><published>2008-05-13T09:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:50:04.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whiich is WHICH??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SCjscs0imkI/AAAAAAAAACk/-V7fR0Yu3dY/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199665747611261506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SCjscs0imkI/AAAAAAAAACk/-V7fR0Yu3dY/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is old chang kee's baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;sardine'o &amp;amp; pepper'o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SCjsc80imlI/AAAAAAAAACs/gWQ-KTjJ75s/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199665751906228818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SCjsc80imlI/AAAAAAAAACs/gWQ-KTjJ75s/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;introducing the new..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KFC baby&lt;/span&gt; &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/281580029891858029-6383323587101572032?l=beccalovesgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6383323587101572032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281580029891858029/posts/default/6383323587101572032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccalovesgod.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-old-chang-kees-baby.html' title='whiich is WHICH??'/><author><name>becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SEYNKMrQeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WQvMNjwH_Vs/S220/DSC05228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGgVf6xfXyE/SCjscs0imkI/AAAAAAAAACk/-V7fR0Yu3dY/s72-c/DSC00348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
