<?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-13632357</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:12:36.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boysenberries</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my webby..!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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bride-to-be's place before 9am. i took a shower, got changed and left home few minutes past 8.30am. we got there right on the dot with roast pig, 2 bottles of martell, 2 boxes of candles, a basket with alot of things in it which i dont know what they are except for pig trotters and the big ang bao.. .. in return, apple's dad return us oranges, 2 bottles of orange juice and pig trotters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left apple's place at 10.30am. apple and i took a train to city hall to look for dresses for myself and the mummies while ronald send my mum to work and my uncle, aunt and alaric home. we went to raffles city shopping centre and marina square, saw a few dresses but haven't decided which to get. ronald came to marina square to pick us up and send us to bugis to look for corsages and more dresses. an hour or so later, we left with a bag of party poppers and balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop, curtains. we went to the couple's friend's uncle shop in tampines and bought 2 sets of curtains with about 25% discount. great deal! right after, apple and i went to giant for grocery shopping while ronald went to ikea to get hinges to fix their wardrobe doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we were done, we were all so tired. ronald didn't slept the whole of the previous night cos he was with alaric all night playing computer games. and i got home only close to 5am after a night of partying. after dinner at the grans, i unpacked all the grocery shopping and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more week to the big day but still so much to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8802229211188886986?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/8802229211188886986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>leaving without a word</title><content type='html'>still harbouring over contradiction. one moment say something, the other moment doing something which is not what they said. once again, everything happens for a reason. i once allow myself to get upset, so upset i'm like causing my own misery, all because of that particular someone. yes, thats how important a role in my life. i knew i had to pull out of it. anyway, all that was being said was "you are too sensitive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you dont have to feel this way cos you are ..." sadly, on the contary, it is caused by you. the many incidents that happened again and again. you are most wonderful, popular.. everyone loves attention, some to the extend of other's misery. whatever makes you happy.. as long as you are. i have lose hope and faith in life and in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only things done your way is right.. no one can oppose you cos you are always right.. i wish you happiness.&lt;div 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word'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1473204771716498004</id><published>2009-09-13T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:03:44.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing the positivity</title><content type='html'>it doesn't pay to be nice. it doesn't mean that i'm a stepover just because i kept quiet. it's ironic how people contradict themselves sometimes. why do i start to feel like you're doing things to show you care but you don't. oh! i forgot you have your life, your own friends, your own problems and not enough time. if it's a waste of time, don't bother. sometimes, i feel negative because of YOU! i'm not your puppet. i don't have to agree to everything you say, look at things the way you do. i give in only because i care. don't take me for granted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1473204771716498004?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1473204771716498004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1473204771716498004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1473204771716498004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1473204771716498004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/09/losing-positivity.html' title='losing the positivity'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4235372277227415944</id><published>2009-08-24T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:18:14.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>back from holidays! 2 weeks of sun, sea, drinking, walking, shopping, sight-seeing.. huahin was amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a meaningful one week back at work. i attended a 5-day certified professional course which was very motivating. got to keep the positive attitude going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been catching up with old friends. i made full use of my time after office-hour. finally met up with peifen and alvin on wednesday. shopping for reyers' pressie on thursday. met up with reyers, eunice, haze, ying ying and jeremiah on friday for dinner and mahjong. the ramen at aoba ion orchard was good. party on saturday with the bestie and davis. sunday, met up with the peeps for dinner to celebrate cp's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon and tue, i'm off! 4 days off from work following my midnight shift. more upsells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to october, november and december. the bro is getting married in december!! one more holiday coming up in october! club med, here we come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4235372277227415944?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4235372277227415944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>happy birthday peiwen and ash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying to like accept my 101 requests on facebook but it seems to hang on me like all the time. i quit trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from coffee at east coast with the girlies after peiwen's party over at her awesomest place. looks like theres going to be changes to our aussie plan thanks to the H1N1 flu. i really hope the situation will get better. everyone is like so looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my latest achievements&lt;br /&gt;1. i finally managed to fish some prawns at my 4th attempt at prawning. i'm almost certain that its just the place. my first 3 times was at pasir ris and this time round, i went to bishan. happy happy! i want to go again!!&lt;br /&gt;2. i won $27 in mahjong yesterday, we played 20, 40cents. initially, i was losing so badly, reyers asked me to focus. i guess lady luck was abit late but better late than never. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, i so want to overcome my phobia for my crazy dog, who barks and dashed towards me when he sees me. he must be mad at me for locking him up everytime i need to step out of the room to go to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so many pending tasks to do, like uploading my photos, registering my iphone and downloading all the songs, games and videos, looking for my diploma cert so i can apply pr for my mum, planning for my bro's surprise 21st party.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish for everything to be on the brighter side soon. cant wait for my short break to bali in 11 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings.. wo yao kuai le..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-227410725528329634?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/227410725528329634/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-6342483527422242274</id><published>2009-05-22T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:28:08.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insects</title><content type='html'>i've just came back from arena at 4.10am, welcomed by the barking of my dog in my bro's room and 2 cockroaches in the living room. disgusted, i took a slipper and threw it on them. then i went to the bathroom to wash up and i saw yet another almost fully grown cockroach. pissed, i took a "giant" (supermarket) brochure, rolled it up and tried to hit the cockroach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's way too many of them hiding in some corner of my house. i used to avoid and ran away from them but i figured that's not the best solution. they just keep multiplying. absolutely annoying! gotta get rid of them somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4675779768077625069</id><published>2009-05-20T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:57:28.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simple pleasures in life</title><content type='html'>i was off yesterday. i slept till 1.30pm, which was unusually long, must be making up for lost sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with grace for some outdoor activity. being cooped up 5 days a week, we need some sun! we went cycling at east coast park. had our pit-stop at bedok jetty and didnt move from there until an hour later. spent the hour taking pictures, talking and enjoying the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we had dinner at long beach. chilli crabs, sambal kang kong and cereal prawns. we must have been too hungry cos i totally forgot about taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i finally got around to collecting my shu umera 2-way foundation from my cuzy. afterwhich, i went to grace's place to plan for our aussie holiday. the long-awaited holiday, it's gonna be so much fun!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting down 64 days to aussie..&lt;br /&gt;counting down 27 days to bali..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4675779768077625069?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4675779768077625069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4675779768077625069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4675779768077625069'/><link rel='self' 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days before, i went on a pressie hunt. i went to raffles city shopping centre, marina square, city link mall and bugis junction. after a couple of hours of shopping, i managed to get her pressie just before the shop closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before, i went to shop for her favourite eeyore softie. i went straight to mini toons and found it without much difficulty. afterwhich, i met up with davis and we went to tampines 1 cos he hasn't been there. that's where i found at least 5 more shops selling softies and 2 of which had a wide variety of disney characters. damn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, ash and i went to pick up her cake at the mohd sultan branch before heading to one rochester. the traffic was so horrible, i wished i was riding. thankfully, we got there before angela and her husband did. the plan was to bring out the cake when we go to the restroom but the cake wasnt there when we came back. then i saw the waiter trying to light up the cake in the corner and we started to sing the birthday song while he walked over. wonderful service and good food, the only con is that their menu is very limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we went to dempsey for some drinks. i stayed till 1.30am although i had to be at work at 4.30am, all thanks to the dedication that didn't came. we waited and waited until i heard a "goodbye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday in advance mei juan!! hope you liked the pressies, cake and dinner. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4717062497969186104?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4717062497969186104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4717062497969186104' title='0 Comments'/><link 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due. no more weird sounds from the engine which was caused by the transmission and a replacement for my headlight which has not been working for months. full servicing which includes changing of the belt costs me 217, less than i expected! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the day doing things that i feel like doing. im starting to realise that this is a luxury. met up with the bestie in the evening for dinner at nihon village. afterwhich, we were supposed to play pool but we were surprised it seems like everyone has gathered at east coast park. everywhere was packed so we decided to do some midnight shopping instead. gladly, mustafa centre wasnt as crowded as i thought it would be. managed to get most of the items that i need to get except for my luggage. spent the longest time at the luggage department deciding on one but they didnt had a new piece for the one i selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so looking forward to the holidays!! after 2 weeks of waiting, i could at last make the reservations and bookings for the accomodation and flight for bali and i'm all set to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-7375229262591448316?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/7375229262591448316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=7375229262591448316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7375229262591448316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7375229262591448316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-la-la.html' title='holiday mood'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2450478127189170841</id><published>2009-05-07T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:49:43.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bumpy road</title><content type='html'>its been almost 2 weeks since the split took place. and i've been making stupid, silly, careless mistakes which sometimes, i really hate myself for doing that. i have to stay focus and not let nonsensical people and issues affect me. i have only 3 months to prove myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last night, i woke up from my sleep at 5-ish from severe headache. i had to go to the doctor where i spent 74 moolahs on a doctor who obviously doesnt give a shit and was probably cursing me for waking him up from his beauty sleep. all he did was to ask what is wrong with you and said maybe you have an infection, i'll give you something stronger than panadol. and that's that. no checking of blood pressure whatsoever. i regretted not going to the hospital instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2450478127189170841?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2450478127189170841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=2450478127189170841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2450478127189170841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, present. i went to nearby tampines mall with the intention to get her a wallet and also to check out the new tampines 1 shopping mall. didnt manage to find something suitable at tampines 1, i went to isetan and bhg but still, nothing caught my eye. with limited time, i decided to get her a watch instead. that wasnt too hard a choice to make since there was only 2 shops and the bonus was, they were having discounts on selected watches for mothers' day promotion. present - done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, what's a party without food. we ordered pizza hut, one of my mummy's random craving. my bro's friends came to join in the celebration too. my bro called when he and mummy were on their way back. we turned off all the lights to give the impression that no one was home. then we hid in my mummy's room with the cake. it took her awhile to open the door to the room cos along the way, she played with the dog. our first ever surprise to mummy! and i could tell she is really happy. i hope she'll always be happy and healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4800387745642330684?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4800387745642330684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4800387745642330684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4800387745642330684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4800387745642330684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-may.html' title='1st may'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2652178973362514681</id><published>2009-04-24T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:12:00.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>run, run, run is what i do best. and now i have a heap of shitloads to clear, i dont know where to start, neither do i have the courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had one of my worse week. yesterday, i ended my last day as a butler in an unpleasant, so-not-expected manner. i screwed up cos i trusted. at the end of the day, for once, i'm glad i'm moving on to new challenges. it seems like peace before the storm. my first two days were so quiet and yesterday, i was slammed. im sure he didnt understand why i was so upset. on my last day, screw ups is the last thing i ever wanted. i tried to smile and tell myself that i have to do my best. when expectations are raised, i fell even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morale of the team hasnt been great ever since the news was released. i'm having mixed emotions. i should be happy to be one of the 7 to be selected but i've always enjoyed doing both roles. when i think of the things that i wouldnt get to do anymore, it's saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i try to console myself..&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2652178973362514681?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2652178973362514681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=2652178973362514681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2652178973362514681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2652178973362514681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/04/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1499624392462063573</id><published>2009-04-17T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:53:03.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>duo birthday celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328138248595424546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFZgeWzxSI/AAAAAAAAAno/HZkF3WGdu-0/s320/100_1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the surprise birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328138255711278530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFZg43XFcI/AAAAAAAAAnw/JRqJh-F9deE/s320/100_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt; april babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFZhFNS_cI/AAAAAAAAAn4/sA5t1XlJ3H8/s1600-h/100_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328138259024510402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFZhFNS_cI/AAAAAAAAAn4/sA5t1XlJ3H8/s320/100_1427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the girlies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFZhZaP9EI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0AJ3SQw-LTA/s1600-h/100_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328138264447546434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFZhZaP9EI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0AJ3SQw-LTA/s320/100_1430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ktv session after dinner &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/13632357-1499624392462063573?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1499624392462063573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1499624392462063573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1499624392462063573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1499624392462063573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/04/duo-birthday-celebrations.html' title='duo birthday celebrations'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFZgeWzxSI/AAAAAAAAAno/HZkF3WGdu-0/s72-c/100_1408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1090163086653221812</id><published>2009-04-16T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:13:19.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mei's pizza gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328136353676490786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFXyLO7eCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/sU0RjU96yHM/s320/100_1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt; future professional photographer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFXykV29yI/AAAAAAAAAng/-r8-Sd6szNY/s1600-h/100_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328136360416442146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFXykV29yI/AAAAAAAAAng/-r8-Sd6szNY/s320/100_1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; goofing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFXyXdpzNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Bf_Dk_7qMJo/s1600-h/100_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328136356959472850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFXyXdpzNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Bf_Dk_7qMJo/s320/100_1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the host with the pizzas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;take care in aussie mei. will be missing you lots!!&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/13632357-1090163086653221812?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1090163086653221812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1090163086653221812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1090163086653221812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1090163086653221812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/04/meis-pizza-gathering.html' title='mei&apos;s pizza gathering'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFXyLO7eCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/sU0RjU96yHM/s72-c/100_1402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2156964587500591533</id><published>2009-04-15T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:07:13.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my short break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i started my first night at arena for some easter party with emily and her friends. my second time partying with my cuzy and it was all so good. in fact, i had more fun that i thought i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328111227683415602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFA7pnXJjI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_X69J66cHFo/s320/2898_72409828814_592263814_1614437_6641049_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328111228114281106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFA7rOFopI/AAAAAAAAAlo/o-75NKF5Nu8/s320/2898_72409833814_592263814_1614438_5871598_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328111233429727154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFA7_BY57I/AAAAAAAAAlw/D2SWzao1GeU/s320/2898_72409843814_592263814_1614440_774697_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328111232150006002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFA76QR6PI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_6nYTj3lU2s/s320/2898_72409948814_592263814_1614457_1037189_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;on saturday, i spent my day with the loveliest people. we had awesome ramen at central mall, followed by lovely surprises by lovely people back in merchant court and partying at rebel! special thanks to bert for providing us with the awesomest music. and BIG thank you to all for making time!! i love the album lots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the following day, we spent some time working out at the fitness centre and lazing around in the pool. what could be better than steamboat after a swim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328112469523415874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFCD71Fw0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/HbhuNncWnMQ/s320/100_1350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328112475390212306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFCERr1-NI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/fubiCz1xlsA/s320/100_1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328112473006793874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFCEIzl5JI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jQZu0CGgmsQ/s320/100_1351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;on sunday, i watched the movie "the handsome suit". it was pretty enjoyable. after the movie, i had dinner in the sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328115174234831650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFEhXqiuyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/481wM-GwACk/s320/100_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;sky-dining&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328126022105225890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFOYzIY2qI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kpWwBBEKli0/s320/100_1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i got home to see this in my freezer. made with love from angela. thanks for the YUMMY strawberry cheesecake!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;monday afternoon, a delivery came through my door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328115782329615522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFFEw_oxKI/AAAAAAAAAmg/r6gyRj-UOvk/s320/100_1382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;good food and good company. we had high tea at l'espresso. i remember having it with shiqin sometime last year and i didnt thought it was fantastic. but based on the good reviews i heard, i thought i should try it again. but i still didnt think it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328116746719561522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFF85oHhzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/KvXDhDHmiA0/s320/morton.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;pre-arranged dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we went to dempsey after dinner, only to find the place to be pretty dead and quieter than we expected on a tuesday night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;15/04/2009, wednesday. i went to pay my respects to my dad with mummy and i think my dad liked my hp so much, he took it away from me. =p (i know that is so me, blur as usual)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway, i thought i'll bring mummy to yhingthai palace for lunch at purvis st to try the thai food. but my mummy is very particular about thai food, apart from the stuffed chicken wings, she says she can cook better than them. haha. but it's true my mum's lad mu/gai tastes better. who doesnt love mummy's cooking?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after i sent mummy to work, i went to tampines mall to get my replacement sim card and a new phone. after much consideration, i decided to take up my bestie's suggestion, the iphone. so with that, i got myself a 16GB white iphone at $508, with 2 years plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;following, i went to sing together at loyang point - the ktv i visited since i was 17 if i'm not wrong. davis came by too at around 7.30pm, to pass me my pressie - christian dior eau de toilette. thanks davis! the ktv session was supposed to end at 8pm but we left at 7.40pm. the lady boss wanted to charged davis the full price (for half an hour) but i argued with her, so in the end, we left. i'm so going to boycott that ktv. so much for patronising them for like 7 years. at times like that, i wouldnt do what she did, to upset a customer cos there are more and more competitors now and economic is not doing as well. kbox has just opened a new outlet in downtown east, and not forgetting their location at a less accessible shopping centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;with that, i left for dinner at the gran's. we had fish curry (requested by me), vegetable soup and pork ribs! chocolate ice cream cake for a sweet ending..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328132561473733554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFUVcLVg7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/UwwxXZLk5eU/s320/100_1399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;that marks the end of my short break.. but the celebration goes on..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328126019337624498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SfFOYo0im7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/D17wYkP4tDc/s320/100_1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some of my pressies. thank you for the love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2156964587500591533?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2156964587500591533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2634471920466544842</id><published>2009-03-27T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:51:19.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little miss angry</title><content type='html'>today, i argued with a colleague at work. he just didnt understand that i have to do what i had to do for the best interest of our guest. like the trainer mentioned in my recent course, its not doing things to your convenience but to the guest's convenience. i say its passion that differentiates us. it's not just a job but making a difference. this is the first job that i have worked past a year and i'm not sick and tired of. in fact, i feel there is so much more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i'm bothered about the "arguement" cos i dont like to have conflict or unhappiness surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i'll be turning 24 soon. time really waits for no one. in another 6 years, we wont be 20's anymore. 6 years ago, i was 18 and still in nyp year 2. it's just scary. last year, i joined RH with the thought to try out a totally different kind of job. but now, i feel its time to really sit down and think about i really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can foresee tomorrow will be a busy busy day and i know i need ample rest but i dont feel sleepy yet. i know i'm being random but that's just me so pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of made a decision for the new year after mid-april, something that i have never made before but i dont know if i can stand firm to that when the day comes. i hope i'm making the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! did i mention that i was going to start midnight shift on the floor end of this week.. so not looking forward. wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2634471920466544842?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2634471920466544842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=2634471920466544842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2634471920466544842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2634471920466544842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-miss-angry.html' title='little miss angry'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-102385606542539092</id><published>2009-03-14T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T04:42:47.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>round and round</title><content type='html'>2 more nights! but i'm not looking forward to next week. we're going to have course training from monday to saturday, before or after work depending on our shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i think i almost travelled the entire singapore. i was going to serene centre but i missed the turn thanks to this one car!!! i was going straight and he was turning left to join the main road so obviously, i had the right of way. but bcos he couldnt wait, i had to change to 2nd lane and right after i past the standing board saying serene centre, i knew i missed it. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to make my way back so i was trying to look for a u-turn but it was kinda a one-way road. i went all the way straight to queensway before i found a u-turn, then i had to make a decision to go by pie (changi airport), pie (tuas) or go straight towards i forgot where. i just went straight and next, i was at bishan. then, i went by the expressway and got to kallang, following to geylang before i got back right on track at paya lebar. i took an hour to get there! and not forgetting, i had to travel through adam road twice. each time when i'm approaching, i'll slow down more than i would do usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so frustrating. but its always great to see the group. lyd says i should memorise the street directory. happy happy birthday grace!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-102385606542539092?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4262249329401978788</id><published>2009-03-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:15:00.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>been obsessed with playing chocolatier 3 - decadence by design.. it all started from the first chocolatier. if you like chocolates and task orientated games, you might get hooked on too. the trial game can be downloaded from bigfishgames, shockwave and playfirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting my midnight shift again tomorrow but i'm so glad that i'll be at the front desk instead of on the floor. i know i know.. my time will come soon. i'm so not looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people says i've been grumpy.. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to meet up with qin today but that poor girl got a fever, can't wait to meet up with her to talk about our big plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4262249329401978788?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4262249329401978788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4262249329401978788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4262249329401978788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4262249329401978788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2078267505773363747</id><published>2009-03-09T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:14:38.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy-day</title><content type='html'>its a very special day today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to grace..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you lots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4077230802051684046</id><published>2009-03-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:02:46.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what comes around goes around</title><content type='html'>"do you know what day is today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my mum's birthday", she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dreadful day.. it's been a year and i'm finally recovering from the trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4077230802051684046?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4077230802051684046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1826351036606392871</id><published>2009-03-05T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:10:00.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long long day..</title><content type='html'>when i finally left from work, my colleague said to me "didn't realise we came to work at 9am". i so agree to that. i think i was so overstretched, i dont know what is exhaustion anymore. after a long day, its surprising that i didn't feel like going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1826351036606392871?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1826351036606392871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1826351036606392871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1826351036606392871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1826351036606392871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-long-day.html' title='a long long day..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-6994347301631081935</id><published>2009-02-25T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:07:34.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new discovery</title><content type='html'>i came back from work one day feeling very lazy, so i decided to order my dinner. i was thinking of the choices i had; mcdonalds, kfc, pizza hut, sakae sushi, pasta mania. but i didnt feel like eating any one those cos my throat wasnt feeling too good. suddenly, i thought of pie so i googled for pie delivery and i came across theshepherdspie.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have 4 different kinds of sherperd pie; Black Pepper Beef, Black Pepper Chicken, Classic Beef and Classic Chicken, all halal. It's 9 inch by 9 inch, suitable for 4 to 6 persons at an cheap cheap price of $23.90. Plus there's free delivery to bedok, pasir ris, simei and tampines. after much discussion with the 2 young ones, we decided on Classic beef. The pie came an hour later, still warm and it's yummier than i thought it would be, satisfied dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-6994347301631081935?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/6994347301631081935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=6994347301631081935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6994347301631081935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6994347301631081935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-discovery.html' title='new discovery'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-174693251536843306</id><published>2009-02-22T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:08:14.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangkok bangkok!</title><content type='html'>just came back from a short holiday to bangkok a week ago.. although this is my second visit but i still did lots of shopping. and this time round, i went to visit one of their famous temple, wat phraw kew. all i could remember was my legs were very tired from all the walking and the sun was blazing hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my first day, we went to the shopping malls nearby for a start. like my first visit, we went to the supermarket to stock up on some drinks and snacks. the beers there are so cheap, heineken costs a dollar each can. we also went to siam center and mbk, but we didnt buy anything much knowing that chatuchak would have it at a cheaper price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day, we went to khao san road, where you'll find lots of imitation jackets, clothes and footwear. and also cheap dresses, tops and bikinis! in the mid afternoon, we went to wat phraw kew. from the map, its pretty nearby. we spoke to one of the store owners when we got to khao san road and she said its 10mins away. but after 30mins, we were still trying to find the place. we asked a couple of thais but they werent able to answer us. the last gentleman we asked said "oh.. you want to go there, follow me." he looked like he is in his late 40's, very humble, wearing shirt and pants (rarely seen) and his hair neatly combed back. we followed him across the road and he brought us into a building which i was initially skeptical about. the guards at the door stand to greet him and they looked at us in an odd manner. curious, we asked if he worked here. he told us that this is the supreme court and he is working as a judge. we were like wow! lucky us. haha. finally, we managed to find the famous wat phraw kew. later in the day, we went to chinatown which is not too far away. my bro's gf told us to tell the cab driver yaowarat rd if he didnt understand where chinatown is. theres nothing much to shop in chinatown. but i managed to get something for BB, new bed and chain. the bed was such a good deal i had to buy it although i know there might be a problem storing it in my luggage. the must to do in chinatown is to try their bird nest and shark fin soup. but the driver let us off at the wrong place so we had to walk around alot before we found a shop sellling the delicacies. the shark fin soup was so good cos it was served hot in a claypot! and with a satisfied stomach, we end the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day three, saturday! of course we had to go to chatuchak. the one advice is to visit the loo before you go there because the entire place is a maze, to find a toilet even with a map could be a big challenge. we walked and walked and we find ourselves walking back to the same stretch of stores for like 6 times or more. the soi numbers are all jumbled up. this time round, it wasnt as tiring as the first time when i came, prob bcos its my first destination for the day. we were supposed to leave like 3pm or so but we ended up leaving an hour later. lots and lots of cheap clothes, watches, handicrafts, hats and footwear. i brought a bag to put in my shopping items and i had to buy another bigger one there. but i thought the bag was very worthwhile. for the price of 150 baht, you can buy the huge china nylon bag and my bag costs only 300 baht after haggling. before we end the day, we went to platinum mall and pratunam market but was disappointed to find out that the mall was closing. the cab drivers said that the shops in pratunam start only around 3pm. the market looks fairly dead, not as vibrant as i thought it would be but we still managed to get some good deals. and for the first time, we tried their street food-sotong dipped in chilli. the vendor asked if i wanted chilli and i said a little and it turned out to be so spicy i teared. i cant imagine how spicy it would be if he poured the chilli into the bag like we saw for the previous customer. last stop for the day, suan lum night market. one cab driver said suan lum is like a duplicate of chatuchak, just more expensive. but we just had to complete the whole experience. the shops are more organised, you still can find fairly cheap t-shirts and handicrafts. there were also a number of stores selling imitation lighters, car key holders, key rings, key chains, tiffy &amp;amp; co money clippers and jewelleries. with that, we finally got around to have our dinner. its very similar to glutton bay but bigger and they have a huge stage right in front and people in weird hair colours jumping up and down singing. we had to purchase vouchers from the counter before getting our food. we were so tired, we settled for one of the nearby thai food stalls. the food wasnt fantastic, my mum can cook better. but at least its good enough to fill our stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day, we went to platinum mall for last min shopping and pratunam market to search for the polo-t my bro asked me to get. after much walking, we asked an auntie wearing the exact polo-t, where we could get it. she said theres no more shops selling them in pratunam market, we asked if there is anywhere we could buy them. jokingly, she said the police station cos the people have all been arrested. with that, we went to mbk cos thats the one last place that i know has it but its much more expensive. after all the rush, we finally bought everything that we have to get. we went to the hotel to pack our bags and head to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-174693251536843306?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/174693251536843306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=174693251536843306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/174693251536843306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/174693251536843306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/02/bangkok-bangkok.html' title='bangkok bangkok!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-3916546052237025216</id><published>2009-02-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:37:38.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cont..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;pictures part 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299751990508056258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYyAWyfm7sI/AAAAAAAAAkw/JOYusCOH7KA/s320/IMG_1152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299751997185378978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYyAXLXmyqI/AAAAAAAAAk4/O-TT9-WzmLw/s320/IMG_1154.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;bb at 7 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752010559395986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYyAX9MOGJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7sLVP2Qv_9c/s320/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752000842762338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYyAXY_mCGI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kgghTOeXsgc/s320/IMG_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752005280427186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYyAXphnbLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/woya3umtrnU/s320/IMG_1169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752819651298674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYyBHDSwxXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/wf50EenaF2U/s320/IMG_1164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;dempsey after dinner&lt;br /&gt;with the gang who needs no more introduction&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;more to come..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-3916546052237025216?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/3916546052237025216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4765757052596913630</id><published>2009-02-06T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:20:40.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures speak a thousand words</title><content type='html'>As promised, pictures part 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299742739897204994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx38VSHQQI/AAAAAAAAAig/vOw36UCzEWw/s320/cupcakes+(gold).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gold theme cupcakes for a colleague's cousin wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299743793123051074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx45o2uRkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uJMHRm2SRbw/s320/IMG_1056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bed supper club concept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299742743301690194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx38h9zk1I/AAAAAAAAAio/we6UwwCnsF8/s320/IMG_1045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onion soup - appetizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299742748258847058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx380bryVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/0DL3YTC9xrE/s320/IMG_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the absolutely yummilicious main course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299743789127201186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx45Z-CcaI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Lr_ectbjJKo/s320/IMG_1052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;masri - e funny one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299743786977058930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx45R9Z4HI/AAAAAAAAAjI/z17EGkuLW64/s320/IMG_1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elliott - e lovable one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299742759886046354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx39fv0xJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7uHIpYDd2es/s320/IMG_1048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sujung - e multi-lingual one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299743798454588034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx458t3EoI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ambPRzv8bc0/s320/IMG_1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;e girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx51zh6d3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/9mMSPXGgUqs/s1600-h/IMG_1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299744826780710770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx51zh6d3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/9mMSPXGgUqs/s320/IMG_1092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299744833528304370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx52MqqkvI/AAAAAAAAAkA/dRCJjJ0xJCM/s320/IMG_1100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;with e guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx51luhiAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/A1Jw2oDOz5s/s1600-h/IMG_1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299744823075506178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx51luhiAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/A1Jw2oDOz5s/s320/IMG_1081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the biarche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx51VCuQqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/g8ZMh2m6kkI/s1600-h/IMG_1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299744818596823714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx51VCuQqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/g8ZMh2m6kkI/s320/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; group photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299748026417091506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx8wDGrE7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/MqrYmzIsoPU/s320/IMG_1101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299748033473454610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx8wdZCohI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tfl63b7MsIA/s320/IMG_1102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;korean bbq after cny shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299748034586751266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx8whieMSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/hP1TIWhUp_Y/s320/IMG_1119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299748039773386210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx8w03D9eI/AAAAAAAAAkg/h4cqz_szMvM/s320/IMG_1125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yearly chinatown pilgrimage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299748040835387282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx8w40Qz5I/AAAAAAAAAko/da6ztRUYUzE/s320/IMG_1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;reunion dinner with e group&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4765757052596913630?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4765757052596913630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4765757052596913630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4765757052596913630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4765757052596913630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-speak-thousand-words.html' title='pictures speak a thousand words'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SYx38VSHQQI/AAAAAAAAAig/vOw36UCzEWw/s72-c/cupcakes+(gold).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-3488468919557297926</id><published>2009-02-04T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:35:23.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo past</title><content type='html'>looking back at my previous posts.. i thought probably i should deleted them. it seems like everything that happened was just a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the first day he came to discovery with a box, the days we worked together, the day i went to bbdc, the day i went to alexander during the chinese new year, the 2 accidents i went through, the 2 times i visited the hospital more than i ever did, the holidays.. from my poly days to working life, from nothing to being someone useful in the society. at least i know i have been there during the down periods, none of which he would experience anymore cos we started from nothing whereas he has everything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished all that didnt happen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-3488468919557297926?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/3488468919557297926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=3488468919557297926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3488468919557297926'/><link rel='self' 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feeling and focus on what she was saying for a good 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the journey to my destination, i told ash umpteen times that i really dont want to see "him". alot of things were going on in my mind but i kinda knew what to expect. the time finally came and i think i didnt handled it the best way i could. i spoke the least and i was so glad the torment ended less than 5 minutes. i couldnt wait to leave the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 11months, i realised only now that i am not over the entire issue. i recalled the many dramas i've watched where you see these silly people still thinking of the one long long time back. i never thought these scenes actually happens in real life. i thought i was over it 2 weeks after it happened, which in actual fact, i didnt. at work, they always say it will come back to you if you dont settle it and i really feel it. i chose to run away and chucked it in one corner instead of facing it so its coming back to me now. i felt so miserable i refused to talk after that. ash sent me home and i just slept the rest of my day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do it but at the same time, i want to keep the memories, which i know is not possible cos its the memories that are holding me back. i pretend like nothing matters but it does bother me. otherwise, i wouldnt make a fuss about every comment he makes. someone dared me to delete the thousands of pictures i have which i know i cant do it. its stupid cos im the only one still left behind but i choose to let the emotions get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, i have to unload my bag cos its weighing me down. i remember saying it many months back but until i learn how to release the load..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8647439102642169426?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-751269795879764761</id><published>2009-01-25T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:27:00.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy chinese new year..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's been a busy busy month. new year's eve was spent at the hotel with lots of laughter, greetings, hugs and kisses, and not forgetting the balloons and champagne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm all set for the new year, new room colour, new furniture, new clothes and an addition to the family - my new pet at home, shihtzu! i'll upload the pictures soon, all the way back-dated from new year's eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and new year resolutions coming up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-751269795879764761?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/751269795879764761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=751269795879764761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/751269795879764761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/751269795879764761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='happy chinese new year..!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2801513843112292234</id><published>2008-12-20T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:24:32.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>staring at the moon and stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm doing the graveyard shift.. 1st night and 5 more nights to go. i cant believe i have to work on christmas eve. =( i hope i get my new year's eve off !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;pretty shitty i cant do my work now, cos the system is down. so i decided to just while my time away. the weather been very bad, i'm getting my 2nd fever in 2 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;11 more days to new year, which means new year resolution! havent got time to think about that.. but there certainly are new things i learn about myself this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;-for the first time, i'm known as being pampered not by one or two persons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;(how is that possible?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;-i do just as well on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;-i'm stubborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;-i like to oppose people for some reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;-i enjoy doing front office job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;-i cant live without my bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;-to survive, you cant be who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;alrighty,, the systen is almost back up. so have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2801513843112292234?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2801513843112292234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2163308575260124250</id><published>2008-10-02T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T02:45:33.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesnt work that way</title><content type='html'>i've always been afraid of losing someone cos i once lost someone very dear to me when i was really young. from then on, i've always reminded myself to treasure and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the years, i've never been afraid to show i cherish the relationships i have with people i care. but i didnt realised that human nature tends to subconciously takes things for granted (which includes myself) and i have my fair share of being made use or taken advantage. sometimes i know it but i choose to brush it off cos the relationship means more to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three years after stepping into the working society really broadens my horizon, especially so being in the industry i am in. you see all kinds of people; fake, boot-lickers, backstabbers.. i finally understand what my friends mean when they always remind me to beware of my back and what i say. it might be late but never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when people just doesnt know how to appreciate and tell if someone is being sincerely nice. or maybe they know it and when they do, they either feel threatened for one reason or another, or they will make use of that little piece of information they have to make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i give my fair share of effort, sometimes i try too hard. everyone likes to feel important. one day i stop to think, why should i bother so much if someone doesnt care. You make someone feel important in your life but the someone makes you feel tiny and unimportant. its sad but that's life. it takes both hands to clap, it will never work out with one party making the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you want to be friends but how much effort have you put into the friendship? you're always too busy. each and every time i ask you out, you'll reject and the distance between us just pull further away. you reply me when you feel like it, you msg me when you're emo, times when you're all good and busy, i dont even hear a word from you, what am i? friendship doesnt come with a click of fingers, it takes effort like i've told you umpteen times. we are not friends just because you say we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are certain things which i dont like to do but i do it because we are friends. i give too much in some, i receive too much in some. i have used my heart to think for most of my 23 years and its all wounded and tired now. not that i like it, if i had a choice, i wished i wasnt like that so I wouldnt be so vulnerable and unpredictable. so i'm just going to step back and see how thing goes from here. if its meant to be, it will be. trying too hard sometimes gets you nowhere..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2163308575260124250?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2163308575260124250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=2163308575260124250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2163308575260124250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2163308575260124250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-doesnt-work-that-way.html' title='it doesnt work that way'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1845496193181793823</id><published>2008-10-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:52:31.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the steep road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i fell from 73512498m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i tried working my way up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but each time i'll fall back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've been walking round in circles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finding the best way to work back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some people say we should start from the root&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i thought it didnt matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe the some people was right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1845496193181793823?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1845496193181793823/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-5508996903744186170</id><published>2008-09-28T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:11:00.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;been feeling pretty lazy and moody lately.. so that calls for late night suppers and partying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;met up with angela yesterday for some drinks at pasir ris park. we went to watercross, nice decor and ambience to chill. at 1-ish, there was even a mini live band and they can really sing. but we didnt like it that they requested us to change seats when they were closing then later, asked to transfer our drinks into plastic cups. there was this one customer who was probably drunk, he started shouting saying that he will pay for the glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last day of the week, last afternoon shift for this week. been working afternoon shift straight since last sunday. havent got time to do run my errands. i dont know where all my energy has gone.. but im so looking forward to the week after next cos angela is getting married!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-5508996903744186170?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/5508996903744186170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=5508996903744186170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/5508996903744186170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/5508996903744186170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/09/late-nights.html' title='late nights'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1509925989075028148</id><published>2008-09-20T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:40:00.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've lost the ability to blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mei is back from melbourne for a week. after watching mirror with bert, i went to meet up with the girls at bedok 85. and she brought along with her the donuts that lyd will die for, it's cute to see lyd's excited face when she saw the donuts. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday, we met up for dinner at central mall. then, we went to double o. but i was so so sleepy, i was practically yawning every other minute. i was glad i left early cos pei said there was full operation road block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have been spending my off days and my hours after work lazing on the bed watching a taiwan drama, 命中注定我愛你. i shall say its a fantasy drama but i'm a sucker for comedy romance show with good endings. so sweeeeeettt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alright.. i'm getting late. the gang is meeting up for dinner tonight to celebrate mei's 21st birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and also, one more piece of good news. mei juan, otherwise known as angela is getting married on 6 oct!! so exciting.. cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1509925989075028148?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1509925989075028148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1509925989075028148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1509925989075028148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1509925989075028148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-lost-ability-to-blog.html' title='i&apos;ve lost the ability to blog!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-6020277632912401259</id><published>2008-09-20T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:28:03.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taiwan memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;glimpse of my taiwan trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248044336876331362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTMhOEDoWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yIa2INqv5ak/s320/P8290169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; in the MTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248045779205796930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTN1LKMtEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Nv5LKMbS97g/s320/P8300195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;city tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248044338496446178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTMhUGUnuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TLLScd-MAOQ/s320/P8300180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248045783015321730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTN1ZWdcII/AAAAAAAAAW8/FKmhR8FN90I/s320/P8300197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;changing of guards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248045022556030498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTNJIa1hiI/AAAAAAAAAWk/hVk_GzAOcCY/s320/P8300213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; night scenery of jiu fen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248045796152000498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTN2KSfP_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/sSdT5U66dUA/s320/P8310259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;taipei 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248045791441197314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTN14vWGQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/evmLb7EKvI8/s320/P8310257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i like how the image comes out when you walk on it&lt;br /&gt;- the wonder of technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248045030723473954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTNJm2G0iI/AAAAAAAAAWs/CRSuCdoWNc0/s320/P8310225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;far away harbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248045788888018066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTN1vOnrJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/np6ULLa0b1g/s320/P8310236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;public bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248045981869918306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTOA-JFyGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7tX81xuyGio/s320/P9010266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the huge ktv room in partyworld&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/13632357-6020277632912401259?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/6020277632912401259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=6020277632912401259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6020277632912401259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6020277632912401259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/09/taiwan-memories.html' title='taiwan memories..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SNTMhOEDoWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yIa2INqv5ak/s72-c/P8290169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-759191383814976801</id><published>2008-09-03T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:23:00.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one wish item down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm back from taiwan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun although there were many hiccups along the way. the first day turned out totally the way we didnt expect it. and the 5 star hotel was so not 5-star, i think a 3-star hotel would probably do better than that. service is definitely not allowing your guests to carry their own luggages when there is 4 porters doing nothing more than chatting at the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "second" day, we had a city tour. we visited quite a number of places, understand a little about their history. initially, i thought the tour guide was pretty nice until i started to feel like her sentences are so scripted and she refused to tell me the answer to my question cos it wouldnt do her any good. then she brought us to her store and somewhat forces you to buy 1500 TWD worth of products, otherwise you'll have to carry it yourself while you walk through the crowded and busy streets of shihlin night market, our last destination, after which we'll have to find our own way back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i enjoyed the trip and company. i liked the atmosphere of the crowded streets, especially at xi men ding. the people were generally friendly, other than some of the shop assistants. the train system is very efficient, just like in singapore. and its accessible around most parts of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be uploading the pictures soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-759191383814976801?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/759191383814976801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=759191383814976801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/759191383814976801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/759191383814976801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-wish-item-down.html' title='one wish item down!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4704750512080589386</id><published>2008-08-07T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:34:18.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long long time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's been awhile.. everything has changed. 5 months ago, i was a contented girl who thought she knew what she wanted and had everything she wanted. following, i was in a confused state but i was glad i had people around me. i really really appreciate it. but somehow, things took for a change. i feel distant from everything and everyone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;many times, when you lose something, you gain something in return. and thats my progress at work. although i'm still not quite there yet but at least i understand better what i can and cannot do. it makes me happy to see my guests happy. well, we can never get the best of both worlds or at least not for me. i still suck in managing everything; my problems, my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dont know how things will go from here, its still blur ahead. but i cross my fingers and hope that everything will get better. i'm missing my mother, i'm missing my bestie, i miss going out with the gang and the girlies, i miss hanging out with reys and all. most of my time is spent at work but i'm not complaining cos i'm enjoying it. it's definitely one of the decisions that i have never regret making. the only con is i'm working 6 days a week. i recall the time when i had 2 days off from my office job. sometimes, i just wish i had another day off to recuperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm sorry if i have been missing in action, havent been there or if i have been neglecting anyone of you. all this while, i have been feeling bad for a decision that i have made which i shouldnt have. i'm sincerely sorry, it shouldnt had happen. if i had a choice, i wouldnt let things end up so ugly. a lesson learnt for a heavy price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. *sigh. it's time to prepare for the battle ahead. the following week is going to be really crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have a great weekend peeps! i'll always have all of you in my mind. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4704750512080589386?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4704750512080589386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4704750512080589386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4704750512080589386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4704750512080589386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-long-time.html' title='long long time..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-5738525829912803585</id><published>2008-06-15T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T03:31:03.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blur as usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just realised we are in the month of june, not july!! for a moment, i was feeling bad cos i thought i forgot peifen's and my cuzy's birthday.. how blur can i be la.. my bro hasnt got around to setting up the wireless modem so i still cant access to the internet through my lappy. he has been dragging it for the longest time i can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lately, i wonder if i'm being too sensitive. i think i'm making myself paranoid all the time. i really don't know what is going on, everyone seems to be acting weird lately. everything seems to be haywire. i've been doing things to please people even though sometimes it upsets me. i guess that is just me. but at the same time, i feel like i have neglected some people's feelings. i know sometimes its not very effective to always think with your heart so i'm starting to use my mind, but it is so not me. many times, i wished i could just do anything i please and not be subjected to any judgement or having the need to explain things. why are people all over me?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;few days back, i was informed that i have 6 days of AL to clear before Sept 1 cos we are not allowed to take leave from Sept to December. I really need my taiwan trip!! else, i'll have to wait till 2009 and i can't wait that long. i'm thinking of taiwan in july. and also, not forgetting a short trip with the bestie before she flies away for TEN WEEKS!!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday, 15 June 2008, 6:30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-5738525829912803585?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/5738525829912803585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=5738525829912803585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/5738525829912803585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/5738525829912803585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/06/blur-as-usual.html' title='blur as usual'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-967802127060128623</id><published>2008-05-27T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:21:10.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>off day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after 4 weeks of morning shifts, i had 2 days off. it is a good break although it would be nice if i could accumulate my ph so i could take a long holiday break like in the months to come. somehow, some part of me wants to go to work. it's funny how my body clock tries to work against me all the time. on my first off day, i woke up at 5.37am. on usual working days, i always have trouble waking up. so far, i'm enjoying my morning shifts, other than having trouble to wake up in the morning. i like to see the bright sky when i leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had my most embarassing day at work just few days back and it seems like it has been broadcasted throughout. not only my department knows about it, i was pretty surprised people from other departments heard about it too, not in a good way of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somehow, i've been feeling really tired and upset lately. i think i might be falling sick soon. *crossed my fingers* on a more positive note, life has been a lil kinder to me lately. it always help to have friends who care. thanks for all the messages from all my lovely friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don't know where life brings me from here but for now, i just want to do what makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-967802127060128623?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/967802127060128623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=967802127060128623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/967802127060128623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/967802127060128623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-day.html' title='off day!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-5794277204172302420</id><published>2008-05-17T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:20:00.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sending my warmest wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY Mei Juan!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;may you be blessed with all the wonderful things in life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;enjoy your special day with your special someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;loving you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-5794277204172302420?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4857160841229227349</id><published>2008-05-16T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:25:58.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm having one of my worst day. i fell out with the 2 important persons in my life and it sucks big  time. when one thing doesn't go your way, somehow all the rest of the shit will come to you all together in a package. how wonderful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm feeling lost and my life is in a total mess. i'm not handling my time well, my finances well. i don't have enough time for family, friends or even myself. yeah.. it doesn't make much sense. i don't know how you do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;distressing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4857160841229227349?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4857160841229227349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4857160841229227349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4857160841229227349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4857160841229227349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaking-down.html' title='breaking down'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1317317511878743368</id><published>2008-05-11T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T05:07:25.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miserable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somehow.. i'm back to square one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?! *sobs* i don't know why is this happening? like i haven't suffered enough or probably i'm the one making myself suffer. saddist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe i haven't done enough to really get him out of my life. i wore his ring for more than a month before i took it off. i left his picture in wallet for more than a month before i removed it. and this morning, i just realised i havent changed his name in my contact list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish someone can tell me what's going on. why do i feel like he understands me like no one does? he says the right things to comfort me when i'm upset. he makes me smile without much effort. he pampers me like no others. i felt like i was in control of my life then.. but now, i'm lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know everything has ended, tragically. fullstop. i don't bear hopes anymore for the longest time but why am i feeling this way now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunday, 11 May 2008, 7:56PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1317317511878743368?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1317317511878743368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1317317511878743368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1317317511878743368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1317317511878743368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/05/miserable.html' title='miserable'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-8828112730726263764</id><published>2008-05-10T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T08:42:57.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the one you marry ultimately is usually not the one you love most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i should be almost asleep now.. working the morning shift tmr. i was feeling kinda moody since late afternoon and i really don't know why. i guess subconsciously i might have thought about him and i really hate that. from love to anger to hatred to now.. i don't know how i feel. i certainly don't hate him anymore, but neither do i love (the now) him. somehow, i figured that all that he has said are just a pack of lies, especially the absurd accusation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's so mentally torturing. i should be over with him by now.. i really need a brainwash.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Saturday, 10 May 2008, 11:42PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8828112730726263764?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/8828112730726263764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=8828112730726263764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8828112730726263764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8828112730726263764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-you-marry-ultimately-is-usually-not.html' title='the one you marry ultimately is usually not the one you love most?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4763658516320031290</id><published>2008-05-09T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T04:06:15.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randomly random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after weeks of not blogging, i suddenly don't know what to blog about.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm.. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think 2 weeks back, i got myself a new phone cos the sony ericsson gave me lotsa problems. introducing my new phone: Nokia 6500.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198326091353179682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SCQqCcXARiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5GNMAYQYlpQ/s400/nokia+6500.jpg" width="72" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;still trying to get used to it. especially the messaging and alarm function cos morning shifts require me to wake up by 5.30am and the alarm tone isn't as loud as my sony ericsson's. overall, i still think its quite cool, up to now, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lately, i watched a couple of movies. funny movies! the first one was harold and kumar, escape from quantanamo bay and over her dead body. i was pretty surprised harold and kumar was categorised M18 considering the nudity involved but nonetheless, its a show worth watching. i kinda like over her dead body acted by Eva Longoria Parker, Paul Rudd and Jason Biggs. the description of the show didn't really interest me but it was the only one i would watch among the other movies. i thought it was quite nice, light-hearted would be the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;work has been tiring but fulfilling. i've been working morning shifts for 2 weeks. 1 more month to learn everything that i have to know. today, i took my first mc. i had stomach flu attack this morning. i hope my stomach gets well soonest cos i really can't afford to get sick. currently, i'm still trying to learn how to manage my time and finance. i seriously suck in it! i haven't spent much time with my beloved friends. my bank account isn't looking too good as well. soon, i will learn how to, i hope. for now, i really need to get back on track, i think i have been drifting away too much. havent been thinking too much about what i should be thinking. i think i sound pretty lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soon, soon.. i'll be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;some random pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198331893853996610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SCQvUMXARkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TkAmWCByMaE/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198331889559029298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SCQvT8XARjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lOCS0ab5CUA/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday, 08 May 2008, 7:01PM&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/13632357-4763658516320031290?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4763658516320031290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4763658516320031290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4763658516320031290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4763658516320031290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/05/randomly-random.html' title='randomly random'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/SCQqCcXARiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5GNMAYQYlpQ/s72-c/nokia+6500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2153010243453863033</id><published>2008-05-02T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T04:19:57.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haven't been updating my blog.. cos i've been so busy with work and my lappy has yet to be fixed. officially started my first week after all the trainings.. not very smooth but i'll work harder. hmm.. life has been good. as usual, i've been going out everyday, doing the things i enjoy doing with enjoyable people.. =) yeah.. thats just about it. it kinda summarised my past 2 weeks. haha. i'll upload pictures when i have the time. till then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2153010243453863033?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2153010243453863033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=2153010243453863033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2153010243453863033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2153010243453863033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1015584974846036189</id><published>2008-04-15T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:14:29.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its my birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didnt had any plan in mind to celebrate my birthday, except prob dinner at the gran's. it feels good to see my gran, aunts, uncles and cousins, just like before. while i was having dinner, a surprise popped by. angela and jeff bought me an ice cream cake, a lil bouquet with a soft toy which says happy birthday and a necklace. i guess its really not what you bring but the thought that counts. thank you babe!!! it was really very sweet of you.. and congratulations on your engagement!! *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after dinner, the lovely peeps (qin, jav and gracie) celebrated my bday for me at partyworld orchard despite having exams and work the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you for all the well-wishing msgs and calls!! some was totally unexpected lo. haha. i hope i'll be able to upload some pictures soon, provided i manage to get hold of the pictures from all. cos my camera is dying on me and my hp camera seems to like green so much, it shows a green image everytime i try to use it. bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm almost late. so till then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1015584974846036189?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1015584974846036189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1015584974846036189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1015584974846036189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1015584974846036189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-my-birthday.html' title='its my birthday!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-3041521823456980386</id><published>2008-04-11T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:12:01.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adapting and reorganising process</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;slowly but surely i'm letting go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the past few weeks have been great; dinner gatherings, cycling, swimming, tennis, emo sessions, partying, drinking, movies, basketballing at arcades.. i cant really recall a day at home after work, except when i was afternoon shift. and for that, i'm getting a hole in my pocket. boo! the friends around me have definitely been there for me more than i can ever thank them. for once in 2 years, i'm feeling really calm and relax. no more thinking of how to make someone happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;its been a month at RH. i'm learning so much everyday, lotsa info to absorb and memorise. i hope i'll be able to learn everything and be on my own within the next 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;currently, i'm still in the process of reorganising my life. i've done with archiving the files in my lappy and i've started clearing messages in my hp. i'm thinking of giving my bike a new look, duo-colour. but thats prob after i clear my debts. there's still so much more to do, to clear all the stuff that has any relation to him. i want to get a new helmet. my current helmet has been with me for almost 3 years and saved me at least twice. its time she should retire. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;giving thanks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the one and only: thank you for standing by me all the time. i know i can always count on you. i can never be more grateful having you in my life. love you lots!! *huggies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;reys: thank you for listening to my ranting. although we havent been meeting lately but still you know i love you right? haha. study hard. shall see you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;qw: thank you for your constant concern all these while. the daily messages and calls in the morning, afternoon and night. i really appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;jk: thanks for being there for me, showering me with care and attention. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the gang: thanks for all the encouragement, support and words of wisdom. haha. looking forward to our next gathering! loving you all..&lt;/span&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/13632357-3041521823456980386?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/3041521823456980386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=3041521823456980386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3041521823456980386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3041521823456980386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/04/adapting-and-reorganising-process.html' title='adapting and reorganising process'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-7792877408309538120</id><published>2008-04-01T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:35:33.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy april fool's day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be revamping my blog so stay tune..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-7792877408309538120?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/7792877408309538120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=7792877408309538120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7792877408309538120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7792877408309538120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-april-fools-day-ill-be-revamping.html' title='revamp'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2639396251841599467</id><published>2008-03-27T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:15:44.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 more days to 3 weeks of life alone. actually alone is not the right word.. single life. i really hate to say that word and some part of me is still denying that fact, that little voice that screams from within. but i'm accepting the fact, the cruel reality. nothing is fair in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i really have to say that march 2008 is one of the worst month ever. so much happening in just one month, all unhappiness, not just for me but also the people around me. emotionally drained, totally!! never been so emotionally stressed up. but everytime i think i'm on the verge, someone will come along. i really hope the next month will be a better month for everyone. 4 more days!! please pass by soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm praying hard for each and everyone of my friends that things will get better. i'm sorry if i havent been there, if i wasn't in the right mind to talk, if i said the wrong things.. But do r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;emember we'll always have one another right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2639396251841599467?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2639396251841599467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=2639396251841599467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2639396251841599467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2639396251841599467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/03/lonely-life.html' title='lonely life'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1255944584442011830</id><published>2008-03-22T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:12:47.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marking the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it's 3.52am now and i'm still awake despite having less than 4 hours of sleep yesterday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, i was being accused of doing something absolutely immoral and unforgivable, something i will never ever do for as long as i live. reading the msg brought trembles to my body, for hours, until i managed to calm myself down and allow my mind to rest. the early hours of my day was spent at the suites doing housekeeping and at the same time, i was doing lotsa thinking, so much so that i was driving myself crazy. i know i'll go insane if i allowed my mind to go wild. i was emotionally unstable, confused, weak, breathless and i was losing appetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i was contemplating to find out the roots of the situation, which i may in turn lose myself or even my life. i thought i really needed to find out the truth even if it means losing my life, at least to prove my innocence. until she told me what to do to calm myself down, which i did managed to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;and my verdict: i've decided to give up. things are getting complicating, too complicating. i know i will hurt myself in the process of trying to get to the truth, which i may not even be able to find out in the first place. it doesnt matter anymore if the whole situation was made up or real cos if someone can go so far to get to what he wants, i think its too much. the truth doesnt seem to matter much anymore. he has become someone i dont know at all. i only want to remember him for who he used to be. and he is probably dead, at least in my heart. for now, i just hope time will heal up the wounds and i'll be able to move on with my life (which is what he wanted).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;to you(s) know who you are: thank you for all your support, prayers, advices, words of concern and everything else. i truly appreciate them, from the bottom of my heart. BIG *HUGGIES*&lt;/span&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/13632357-1255944584442011830?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1255944584442011830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1255944584442011830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1255944584442011830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1255944584442011830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/03/marking-end.html' title='marking the end'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-797454591977342361</id><published>2008-03-19T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:10:56.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first week at RH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its been one and a half week after i started at RH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my reporting and working time has been everything but consistent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.30am to 6pm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1pm to 9pm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8am to 4pm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3pm to 11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it feels abit tougher without &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; encouragement and support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm still trying to get used to shift work. but there were days i just want to lie on the sofa to rest my sore feet and aching back right after i get home. sometimes, i get so tired i'll just fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know i should start to think about what i want in life, my new goals, plans and dreams. but i'm not ready yet. maybe i just dont want to face the cruel fact and i'm choosing the easier way out; to avoid and run away from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i hate myself for being such a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing in life is fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm wishing for a miracle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-797454591977342361?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/797454591977342361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=797454591977342361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/797454591977342361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/797454591977342361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-week-at-rh.html' title='first week at RH'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-8463666827096676421</id><published>2008-03-18T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:41:28.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>familiar scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i smelled a familiar scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in one of the suites today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clinque happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if God has a reason for everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is it a coincidental or pre-planned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a smiling face at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a gloomy face after work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate to allow myself to deluge in those thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but every morning and every time i ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mind will bring me where i dont want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm wishing for a miracle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8463666827096676421?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/8463666827096676421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=8463666827096676421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8463666827096676421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8463666827096676421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-smelled-familiar-scent-in-one-of.html' title='familiar scent'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1015152730354960519</id><published>2008-03-13T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:28:52.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it has been an emo week&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;endless stream of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;heart wrenching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the weather definitely made it worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;cold and lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a different lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a different environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i'm still trying to get used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;cupid must be on leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;cos there are so many heartbroken people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;what's going on??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;although i was having flu today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i couldn't stand being home the entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i didn't want to allow my mind to run wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;orientation has just ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tomorrow will be the official first day of work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;wish me luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to my friends who have been there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;thank you for all your concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i'm wishing for a miracle.. &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/13632357-1015152730354960519?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1015152730354960519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1015152730354960519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1015152730354960519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1015152730354960519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/03/emo.html' title='emo'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2055000306876845963</id><published>2008-03-08T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:13:44.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i never thought it would happen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i never thought it would have such an impact on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i always thought i could be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;but i am so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm totally shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i cannot accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i cannot live with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;the perfect life that i used to have is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;the love and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;the promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;and all that we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;are nothing but empty words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate myself for feeling this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;but all i want is the life i used to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;my hopes, dreams and meaning in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;the life that i was truely contented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;you gave me all that i needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;when i feel like i'm the most fortunate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;you took it all back from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'll never give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know what went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm wishing for a miracle..&lt;/span&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/13632357-2055000306876845963?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4453193348640706480</id><published>2008-02-27T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:15:47.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loot from usa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my books from amazon arrived this afternoon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cant wait to go home and check it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4453193348640706480?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1036432888200591260</id><published>2008-02-22T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:31:04.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the loveliest day to start a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the first thing i want to see in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;is your pretty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and have you greet me "good morning" in the loveliest voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see you staring back at me, into my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and smiling mesmerisingly..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1036432888200591260?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1036432888200591260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1036432888200591260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1036432888200591260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1036432888200591260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/02/loveliest-day-to-start-day.html' title='the loveliest day to start a day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-5148625938323343503</id><published>2008-02-18T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:10:07.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more party and celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the weekend has past by in a zoom and its monday again. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday: valentine's day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;after we helped reys with her valentine's cupcake surprise, we made our way to chip bee gardens. we went to this pizza place, la paolo pizza bar. while we were walking down the street, looking for the pizza bar, we past by pantry magic, a place where they sell lotsa baking equipments. although it was already closed, i was ecstatic to have found the place by chance. the bf muttered "i can foresee a big hole in my pocket." haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday: party at grace's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;we catched up over lunch (yummy!) followed by some poker action. in the late afternoon, grace, cp and i played some mahjong. then, we went to century square to catch a movie, p.s. i love you. i thought the show was very lengthy and it wasnt so much of a romantic show but a sad one. overall, i did enjoy the show. there were certain scenes that were very touching, you'll feel the ache in the heart. i cannot imagine the pain to lose someone who you love and lived together with for 10 years passing on, leaving you all alone to live your life at the age of 29. devastated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday: sunny day out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the initial plan was to go cycling with the bf, followed by dinner at carousel. some quiet time alone, just the 2 of us. but so many unexpected things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the cuzy has called some days back, asking me to go sentosa (flower festival) with her and granny so i could help send granny home after my cuzy went to work. i agreed, sending granny home wasnt too much a trouble. after the flower festival, the cuzy said granny wanted to go for lunch before going home. so i told the bf to send us to tampines for lunch but at the junction, granny pointed at vivo and asked what is that? since granny hasnt been there before, i thought it would be nice to bring her there. the bf (a lil displeased) had to travel quite a distance before we could make a detour back. we walked around the mall and finally settled for dian xiao er. the portion was pretty stingy and the price was a lil steep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;after lunch, we went to daiso cos i wanted to check out the baking accessories but sad to say, there wasnt anything i thought could be of use to me. we were about to leave when my aunt jen asked me to get her lunch. by the time we send granny home, it was 4ish and the bf had to be home before 5pm. just when i was already feeling bad (and irritated cos the bf was very unhappy that he had to rush), my aunt cat called. we had to send granny to marina. what made it worse was my aunt didnt know where is the specific location, she actually told me it was at marina south. since when they had a mall there, i thought? then the uncle said its where metro used to be. when i said i didnt know where was that, he raised his voice and asked how could i not know. suddenly, everything is my fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i called 100 to asked them for john lil's contact number, she asked if i was refering to marina square. i then asked her the outelts for robinsons and john lil had in marina. thereafter, i called the aunt to inform her that robinsons outlets are at centrepoint and raffles city and john lil at marina square. i got "reprimanded" again cos she said she said john lil, not robinsons. the location is finally settled. next problem, granny doesnt know her way around and she didnt had a phone with her. i was afraid she might get lost so i went with her to john lil while the bf made his way home to pass the car to his mum. after granny bought what she needed from john lil, i brought her to the food court to pack dinner for the rest. then, i sent her to the taxi stand and see her off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the bf rode my bike to pick me up from marina square. cycling plans are off cos its too late. =( we parked the bike behind claymore and went to shopped around at borders cos we werent hungry yet. there wasnt any books that really attracts me to the point i feel i needed to get it right away. but i was pretty tempted to get one on cake decorating. the book teaches readers to make different topping like royal icing, marzipan, buttercream icing... after borders, we made our way to royal plaza, carousel for our dinner. the place is pretty cramped and the concept reminds me of marche, with different feel, chairs and tables for different sections. the food counters were separated into 3 sections. japanese food and seafood were located near the entrance, cooked food were on the other end and desserts stretched acoss on one side of the restaurant. we thought the variety isnt too much to wow! us but a lil of all is enough to fill our stomachs. there were certain dishes that were pretty nice like the slipped lobster, potato salad, chicken rice ball, opera cake... i think half of my stomach was filled with desserts since i cant take sashimi (phobia due to my last bad experience). the best surprise, citibank cardmembers are entitled to 15% discount. instead of 55 per pax, we paid 47 per pax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;although the day didnt turn out too good but it ended with a good note. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;(pictures will be posted soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-5148625938323343503?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/5148625938323343503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=5148625938323343503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/5148625938323343503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/5148625938323343503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-has-past-by-in-zoom-and-its.html' title='more party and celebrations'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-8854861924808863611</id><published>2008-02-14T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:59:03.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy valentine's day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this week has been hectic.. with department dinner on tuesday, dinner to celebrate ren ri on wednesday, baking session this evening, stayover at grace's tomorrow and party on saturday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chinese new year so far has been good. nothing much to do with the ang baos but the opportunity for friends and families to meet up and gather. shall upload pictures soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it seems like during chinese new year, theres not much of activities to do at night except to watch movie. the entire cinema was packed and yes, we were part of it. we spent our friday night watching cj7. funny and light-hearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saturday, the bf and i went to tampines mall for some shopping but i didnt managed to get anything. then, we went over to the aunts' places. had dinner over at granny's. there were lotsa people as usual, lotsa ang baos too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sunday, i went over to rey's place for some mahjong action. after 2 rounds, i won 5 bucks. reys is the biggest winner for the day with her winnings of 13 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh! another reason for me to be happy.. my books from amazon are finally posted out and they will arrived vpost usa probably next tuesday. i wonder when i'll received them. cant wait cant wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8854861924808863611?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/8854861924808863611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=8854861924808863611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8854861924808863611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8854861924808863611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-this-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1561859568950956563</id><published>2008-02-08T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:05:39.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just made my purchase for the books in my previous post!!! my pressie for v day, sponsored by the bf of course. *smile widely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chinese new year celebration. shall let pictures do the talking..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164965867274817522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62lF1Puz_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/ai6oCLDMFvw/s400/DSC00557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the one and only pair of heels i bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164966498635010130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62lqlPu0FI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gmiZdaYpzpo/s400/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the way to chinatown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164966485750108194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62lp1Pu0CI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uvrpxfsitRY/s400/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;reaching the carpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164966490045075506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62lqFPu0DI/AAAAAAAAAVE/E3juf5Yq3mk/s400/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the streets of chinatown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164966502929977442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62lq1Pu0GI/AAAAAAAAAVc/i-pfKa6kkEE/s400/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the bf says he's reserved =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164966494340042818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62lqVPu0EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g-AMuJYJhQo/s400/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the usual sweets and jelly stores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164959871500472066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62fo1PuzwI/AAAAAAAAASs/ugBAanP7CaQ/s400/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;reunion dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164965871569784834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62lGFPu0AI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1fYXwAk6kmA/s400/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;chinese new year day 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164968405600489586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62nZlPu0HI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hs8HO7cGTiI/s400/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the great weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164965875864752146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62lGVPu0BI/AAAAAAAAAU0/emDAJOOuQyQ/s400/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at my mummy's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164959875795439378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62fpFPuzxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ucHSHwqYxyA/s400/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dinner over at mummy's&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/13632357-1561859568950956563?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1561859568950956563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1561859568950956563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1561859568950956563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1561859568950956563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-celebration.html' title='chinese new year celebration'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62lF1Puz_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/ai6oCLDMFvw/s72-c/DSC00557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2709157824191636873</id><published>2008-02-05T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:25:50.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy chinese new year !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lately, i've been surfing for cupcakes, cakes and cookies recipe books. i saved a picture of the cover for the books that i want to get. at the end of it, i got like 18 pictures in my folder. all the books look so tempting and pretty, i cant wait to get my hands on them. but for the first time, i thought i'll probably get 4 books (S$152.65 including shipping from usa) so i struggled to make my choice. there are so many things i want to get but i know i have to prioritise them. (i'm really trying hard to manage my finance) so, i'll probably have to wait till next month unless i strike 4d!! if i do buy that is. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163346733989869506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R6fkf3ujt8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/btvyKL1iwAk/s400/Cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163346729694902194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R6fkfnujt7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-DF_zMbffR8/s400/Cupcake+Magnolia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163346733989869522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R6fkf3ujt9I/AAAAAAAAARE/4rl6MXuxjAo/s400/Cake+Bible+(MUST+BUY!!!).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163346742579804130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R6fkgXujt-I/AAAAAAAAARM/nhbW7lxdr5k/s400/Cookie+-+Great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its chinese new year in 2 days!! im not really feeling the cny mood, maybe bcos shops stop playing cny music and i havent been to chinatown this year. but what im loving most other than the ang baos is 4 days of holidays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on a side note, from my last few entries, i realised im so emo to the extend that one small lil thing can make me really upset or really happy. the up and downs in my life fluctuates alot, which i supposed its not a very good thing. but oh well, whats important is im happy now cos its half day tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy chinese new year! 新年快乐!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wishing all 恭喜發財, 身体健康, 萬事如意 and more 红包 to come our way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2709157824191636873?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2709157824191636873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=2709157824191636873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2709157824191636873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2709157824191636873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/02/lately-ive-been-surfing-for-cupcakes.html' title='happy chinese new year !!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R6fkf3ujt8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/btvyKL1iwAk/s72-c/Cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-597543027916285965</id><published>2008-02-04T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:08:10.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i finally muster the courage i needed to walk over to my manager's desk and break the news to her. i was damn nervous and i didnt know what to say but its im glad its over. 5 more weeks to an entirely new and unfamiliar environment. im looking forward to it. shall make use of the one week break to have fun and not forgetting to do some research. i cannot fall short of what im expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saturday was spent at the mummy's place baking cos i had no plans for the day, so i thought i might as well spent my time baking some cupcakes. it rained quite abit so i waited till the rain was lighter before i went to get what i needed. on my way to the mummy's place, i suddenly got an idea. i created my own cupcake flavours namely red bean cupcake, green bean cupcake and banana cupcake. reviews show that they tasted pretty good. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks to the bf for being my biggest supporter!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sunday was like packed. the day before when i didnt had plans, everyone was busy. bah! in the early afternoon, i went for manicure with reys and eunice at bugis street level 2. i paid 27 for nail art, the cheapest of the 3. reyers' nails cost like 36 cos she had dimontes on each of her nail. we had lunch at macs followed by a lil shopping. i was intending to get lingerie cos sloggi was having buy 3 get 2 free promotion, but 1 of which is free is picked out randomly. its nude colour and nude colour are for aunties.. so i didnt buy them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164960343946874658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62gEVPuzyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ipdihZghfrQ/s400/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i met grace and cp in church like 10mins late, even after rushing as fast as i could. after mass, we had dinner before we went to tm for some shopping. i got 1 out of the 2 items i wanted to get. so im left with only 3 more days to find a pair of black heels and if possible, an accessory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can foresee a busy month ahead with the festive season, reunion dinners, parties, valentine's day, short holiday trips, shopping, exercising, research and my company's D&amp;amp;D.. im looking forward. coolest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-597543027916285965?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/597543027916285965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=597543027916285965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/597543027916285965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/597543027916285965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-finally-muster-courage-i-needed-to.html' title='i did it!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62gEVPuzyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ipdihZghfrQ/s72-c/DSC00544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-7178276015068348219</id><published>2008-02-01T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:15:05.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;its official. okie. almost official in a couple of hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;coolest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;one more month..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and two short hoilday trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;1st one is confirmed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;2nd one awaiting to decide on the date before we make the bookings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;then its time to get serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i cross my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and hope everything will be smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;*pray hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;oh! another reason to be happy about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;despite all the not so good things happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;its friday again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i dont have much weekend to enjoy soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;so i have to make use of the remaining weekends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-7178276015068348219?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/7178276015068348219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=7178276015068348219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7178276015068348219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7178276015068348219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-chapter.html' title='a new chapter'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-7529006036011739832</id><published>2008-01-30T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T04:37:32.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking my baking record</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;it hasnt been a very good start of the year for me.. in almost all aspects, although it could be worse. for now, im just letting time smoothen things. unhappy stuff aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;saturday, i took an hour journey train ride to my mum's place. i thought there will be seats in the train cos its saturday but i was so wrong, the train is as cramped as during peak hour. i dont quite understand why are they holding back the "extra" trains they released during the peak hours. i was standing more than half the journey and i just thought to myself "let this be a practice for me". but what i couldnt stand was this auntie holding a bag and plastic bag on one hand constantly poke me in my leg, then they were 2 indian uncles who came in and stood there, disregarding the people around them. yes, im anal about strangers touching, hitting or poking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i finally arrived at simei. phew! i went to get some flour, sugar, butter, greaseproof paper, cream cheese and eggs which added up to 20++. im convinced my physical has worsen so much cos my hands were trembling a lil after carrying 2 bags. at ntuc, i bought ingredients for pasta, 4 pineapples, fruit juice, 7 packets of mini marshmallow for making fondant and some other stuff i cant remember and they amounted to a surprisingly 50+ moolah. heartpain! all my transport claim gone cos the day before i bought almost 20 moolah worth of flour, sugar and butter. to date, i think i spent more than 200 on my baking neccesities and ingredients, excluding the oven, but its okie cos it makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;after having our pasta, it was 4ish when we started baking. keong came by at 5pm for lunch, grace and cp came by at 6ish. after 3 hours, i was done with grating and cooking the pineapple and angela was done with her chocolate cupcakes. then we had dinner bought back by cp. grace and cp left shortly later and angela and i continued making kueh baulu and vanilla cupcakes. the kueh baulu was a total failure. =( the texture is so hard and it tasted like "ji dan gao", direct translated egg cakes. i reckon its the recipe. angela left right after the vanilla cupcakes came out from the oven, while i continue to make pineapple tarts - closed and open. i made 2 different doughs for the closed and open tarts but i still couldnt achieve the crunchy pastry, it is still powdery, the melt-in-mouth- type. after an amazing 14 hours of baking (half the night i was almost dozing off), the final products are 22 chocolate cupcakes, 18 vanilla cupcakes, 24 failed kueh baulu, 10 or 12 closed pineapple tarts, 50+ open pineapple tarts. i have to admit i was totally exhausted and my soles were painful from all the standing. im going to take a break from the baking till my energy recovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i slept through my entire sunday, waking up in the late evening to get dinner and watched some tv, before i went back to sleep again. tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164956332447420066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62ca1PuzqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BPBoYN6UT34/s400/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pineapple tart using another kind of mould&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164957101246566130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62dHlPuzvI/AAAAAAAAASk/rAIzzs1rqPA/s400/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;engrossed over dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164957096951598818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62dHVPuzuI/AAAAAAAAASc/5g4LHPQDybQ/s400/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;angela and the mess.. oops! (i still love your company =D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164956336742387378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62cbFPuzrI/AAAAAAAAASE/9ezCa9CrxqI/s400/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;coloured icing angela made&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164956336742387394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62cbFPuzsI/AAAAAAAAASM/LPjyP5yOjqk/s400/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164956341037354706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62cbVPuztI/AAAAAAAAASU/9pQvTaDemq8/s400/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;vanilla and chocolate cupcakes made and decorated by angela&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-7529006036011739832?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/7529006036011739832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=7529006036011739832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7529006036011739832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7529006036011739832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/breaking-my-baking-record.html' title='breaking my baking record'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62ca1PuzqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BPBoYN6UT34/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2195624178870829796</id><published>2008-01-29T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:10:49.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my cuzy loves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;despite being upset, i still met up with my cuzy after work. cos she wants me to accompany her to shop, and i have already promised her that i will make it up to her any day when i couldnt meet her yesterday. we went to ck tangs to get her eyebrow trimmed at shu umera. AND she loves me so much shes buying me shu umera two-way cake foundation!!! i think its like 70++. hurray! im delighted! i realised we get along better when we dont stay together. =( we used to argue so much. oh well.. its over anyway. i was long over it and i still love her as much cos shes my one and only lovely cuzy (the rest are boys).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;after tangs, we went to paragon to see the the new-ly arrived colours for long champ, which includes baby pink, lime green, maroon and my personal fave - turqoise!!! she wanted to get the largest size ($200) for short holiday purpose which i think is so not worthwhile. oh by the way, the prices for longchamp bags went up. the smallest one is now $145 i think, i just remember its $15 increase. then we went to taka (AX, pull and bear, espirit, zara, guess) and wisma (fcuk, fleshimp, topshop). she was intending to get a white louis vutton bag but the boutique was closed. she was saying i bring you go see me spend money. haha. too bad. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;for dinner, she brought me to a korea restaurant at far east plaza. we had some bbq beef with vege, 6 side dishes that come with an item (i supposed its like main course) you order and a soya bean paste soup. i dont really like soya bean paste so the soup wasnt to my liking but the cuzy enjoys it very much. for the beef, you can actually choose to cook it yourself at the hot plate in the middle of the table or let the chef cooks. but of course, it will taste better if the chef cooks it so we chose that option. overall the food was nice. the bill amounted to about $48.70 if i'm not wrong. she says next time she'll bring me to tanjong pajar for better korean food. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164964763468222370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62kFlPuz6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/gWw8YpRiKNI/s320/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164964772058156994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62kGFPuz8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/R4yvGRvclXA/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164964767763189682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62kF1Puz7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/RlnA0Cyd2Xo/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164964772058157010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2189328488870223409</id><published>2008-01-28T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:42:46.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing myself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;im not feeling too good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;not physically this time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;things seem to be going downslope for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and i feel im losing myself again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i questioned myself, many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;if im doing things right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;if im doing things wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;is this the right choice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;am i expecting too much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;have i done my best? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i dont like feeling this way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i dont like fearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i want to be strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i want to be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2189328488870223409?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2189328488870223409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=2189328488870223409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2189328488870223409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2189328488870223409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/losing-myself.html' title='losing myself..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-7664742589020507511</id><published>2008-01-27T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:24:02.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i learnt 2 things lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;one. people get upset/mad when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;- they think they have been most understanding and giving to another, be it siblings, friends, partners..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;things get worse when both thinks the same way but sometimes, it may not be what it is, if we really think hard about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;two. when 2 persons get very close and expect each other to know how they feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;- the nice, sweet things and appreciations get lesser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the simplest example : a husband tells his wife "you look beautiful today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe she knows he will never look at another woman but when he says it, it makes her day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;make someone's day today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;your family members, friends or partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-7664742589020507511?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/7664742589020507511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=7664742589020507511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7664742589020507511'/><link rel='self' 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ms;"&gt;my week has been pretty occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i met vincent on &lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt; to sign some documents. later, i met my bestie and cp in town for dinner and some shopping. i cant tell you how awful the food at emerald orchard is and my bestie said that i complain alot alot about the yong tau foo, but its really that bad lo. i didnt even finished half of it, even without the noodles. there was this person, i think who took 2 bites and left the place, must be very unsatisfied with the yong tau foo too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; evening, i met reys and eu in town for cny shopping and surprisingly, i managed to get 2 dresses at far east plaza (i just went there last week). but im actually not very pleased with my loot cos they are so not cny-ish. one more dress or top and im done with my shopping. not getting any accessories, bags or heels/shoes this year cos im broke. or maybe i'll get just one pair heels/shoes cos my shoes are already wearing out. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;, i applied for half- day leave cos i had an interview in the afternoon. the interview was rather disastrous but im glad i still pass through. now, im just waiting for the letter. plans for studying will have to be postponed till next year. =( but like what grace has said, its better for my self-development and finance situation as of now. i crossed my fingers and pray hard that this is the right choice. i really need the guidance. after the interview, the bf and i made a trip to sun lik to get my kueh baulu mould and some other stuff, sponsored by the bf. yay!! then, we went to jimei florist to get some cny potted plants for my aunts and granny, afterwhich we went to deliver the plants. we were lucky granny prepared steamboat cos i forgot to inform her we are going over for dinner. following, a couple of unhappy and unexpected incidents took place and by the time we got home, it was almost midnight.&lt;em&gt; - i hope he'll grow up one day -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the bf: thanks for ironing my clothes, for giving me support and "your luck", for driving me to work and for the interview, buying me my baking neccessities (78.90 to go) and for being there whenever something arises. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the plan for the weekend - more baking!!! =) im going to bake pineapple tarts, kueh baulu and cupcakes. i hope i have the time to make fondant too although i doubt so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164961280249745218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62g61Puz0I/AAAAAAAAATM/r8fJxbg3UsY/s400/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164961275954777906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62g6lPuzzI/AAAAAAAAATE/yJwcSptiUvI/s400/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; jimei florist (the largest coldroom in singapore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-3104922893395173141?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/3104922893395173141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=3104922893395173141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3104922893395173141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3104922893395173141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-has-zoomed-past-so-fast-i-didnt.html' title='cny shopping and baking..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R62g61Puz0I/AAAAAAAAATM/r8fJxbg3UsY/s72-c/DSC00514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2212785920171937953</id><published>2008-01-22T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:01:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook: What Kind Of Eyes Do You Have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What Kind Of Eyes Do You Have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your Quiz Result&lt;br /&gt;***Brown eyes*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People with brown eyes are very attractive, adorable, love to make new friends. Will do anything for that special person. Kind and polite Can make anyone laugh or cheer them up. They love to please the one they care or love for, and are the greatest kissers of all. You care deeply for family and are affectionate with a tendency towards seriousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2212785920171937953?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/2212785920171937953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=2212785920171937953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2212785920171937953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/2212785920171937953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/facebook-what-kind-of-eyes-do-you-have.html' title='Facebook: What Kind Of Eyes Do You Have?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-3710090908313556253</id><published>2008-01-20T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:04:14.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bf's first driving trip to jb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;we woke up at 8am and set off for woodlands custom at around 9am. we had bak kut teh at this eating place. it isnt as wonderful as i had it the last time. for 4 pax, we paid 50rm for it, which is considered ex, according to his god-daddy. they ripped "non-locals" off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;after lunch, we went to this pretty deserted shopping place, i dont know whats the name. many shops were not open yet. we went to "the store" departmental store cos the bf's mummy wanted to make an exchange for an item she bought the last time. after all was done, we went to the popular holiday plaza but i didnt manage to get any piece of clothing. next up was carrefour. we were intending to leave for singapore at 5-ish but we lost our way, thanks to following the malaysia cars. we thought it will be right to just follow the cars in front. the bf made many wrong turns before we arrived at a road that leads to johor jaya. the bf's mummy knows the way back to custom from johor jaya so we went there. since we were there, the mummy suggested making a few rounds to see if there are any shops that sells spoiler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;then we had some noodles before we head back to singapore. the ban mian was good, i like the noodle very much. the texture of the noodle is very good, not like in sinagpore. sometimes when you bite into the noodle, you see the uncooked flour in the middle. and i always take mee hoon kueh so it sticks to the teeth. for 4 bowls of noodles, 1 bowl of meat balls, 1 bowl of dumpling and another packet of take-away noodles, it costs only 30+rm. unbelievable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;from 6pm, we were caught in the jam till almost 8pm. sunday madness jam! it was quite a pity we didnt get to have seafood cos the mummy cant take seafood so the next time im going to jb, i want to  go to city square and have a seafood feast. any takers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-3710090908313556253?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/3710090908313556253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=3710090908313556253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3710090908313556253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3710090908313556253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/bfs-first-driving-trip-to-jb.html' title='the bf&apos;s first driving trip to jb'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-8704407628798978918</id><published>2008-01-19T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:53:41.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baking project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R5VU3AQWjtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/t9me4YxB_fg/s1600-h/pineapple-open-tart.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158122252160896722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R5VU3AQWjtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/t9me4YxB_fg/s400/pineapple-open-tart.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; yes! my lastest baking project - pineapple tarts. i managed to find a recipe online from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manic.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.manic.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. theres also a video blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manic.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.manic.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; which shows you the steps to making pineapple tarts and some other pastries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after the bf had his beauty sleep (worked night shift the day before), it was already evening time. we had our first meal of the day before we set off to get the necessary ingredients. i decided to make our own pineapple jam cos its seems most of the jams that are sold are not yummy. the bf chose honey pineapple to the normal ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the bf grated the pineapple before he cooked it. grating the pineapple gives the jam more texture as compared to blending it with a food processor, unless you like smooth jam. when the jam was almost drying, we added the rock sugar, then i had to continously stir the jam so it doesnt get burnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when the jam was done, we started to make the pastry. we made 2 batches of 20. the toughest part for me was definitely cutting out the shape of the tart from the dough - the dough is so soft, it sticks to the cutter. even with some flour, it didnt helped abit. the shape of the cutter wasnt very ideal too. i actually bought a bigger mould but it couldnt fit to the cutter. thanks to the woman at the counter who cheated me. hmph! im so going to go back and tell her off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the first batch turned out fine, just a lil messy cos we had a hard time trying to brush the egg yolk on the small tarts. the second batch was much better but a lil burnt cos the bf didnt watch over it when i was in the room. but overall, its good enough, considering its out first time. =) i might try to make closed pineapple tarts, cos the bf prefers that. but before that, my next baking project will be kueh balu/baulu/bolu, probably sometime during the next weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8704407628798978918?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/8704407628798978918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=8704407628798978918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8704407628798978918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8704407628798978918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/baking-project.html' title='baking project'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R5VU3AQWjtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/t9me4YxB_fg/s72-c/pineapple-open-tart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-9019706210070522825</id><published>2008-01-16T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:06:16.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stomachache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;once again, i'm down with old ailment - stomach problems. doctor says might be food poisoning or indigestion. the medicine i took made me drowsy the entire day. i could do nothing but sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the bf says i'm having this problem occuring 3 times in 2 months. but i only recall twice. but whatever! more importantly, this is my 17th medical leave for the financial year. im feeling so bad about it but my stomach never used to be this bad. so i concluded that it might be the feng shui, if you believe in it. i need to build up my health so badly. i dont want to fall sick all the time. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-9019706210070522825?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/9019706210070522825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=9019706210070522825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/9019706210070522825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/9019706210070522825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/once-again-im-down-with-old-ailment.html' title='stomachache'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-8905376232233451730</id><published>2008-01-14T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:20:51.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;over the weekend, quite a number of unhappy events took place. from all that has happened, i learned something through it. learning through other's mistakes. how true is that? i just pray and hope everything will be alright soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saturday, the bf and i went to my mum's place to bake more cupcakes. this time round, its not for fun, its serious baking here cos i planned to give them to dan for her birthday. we went to redman and bought alot more stuff like icing sugar, bowl, spatula, chocolate chips, unsalted butter, muffin tin, nutmeg powder, red colour essence, silver balls.. .. in just two occasions, i already spent 80++ on all my baking utensils and necessities but im happy about it. cos for 80+ bucks, i bought so many items. the next on list will be a mixer/electric beater. but not anytime soon cos a good one will costs like 700+ and i so need to start saving. for now, the bf is doing a very good job with the whisking. =D thank you darl!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the recipe from my cupcake/muffin book (bought by the bf) turned out perfect. the cupcakes were not too sweet and the texture was just right. its easier to make them than you ever imagine. after the first batch of cupcakes were ready, i started on the icing, mixing the different colours. with 3 colour essenses, i came up with 6 different colours. *delighted. together, the bf and i decorated the cupcakes. im pretty happy with the outcome, other than the chocolate mud cupcakes. oh.. i actually wanted to try three cupcake recipes; vanilla cupcakes with raisin and choc chips, chocolate mud cupcakes and banana cupcakes. but i forgot to buy the bananas. haha. sotong as usual. the chocolate mud cupcakes didnt turned out the way it should but it still tasted good, perfect with ice cream i thought.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i might be addicted to baking cupcakes. im so tempted to buy more cupcake recipes and decoration books!!! maybe after i clear my credit card bills. credit cards are devils! fortunately, im already realising it and im cutting down so much on credit card spending. not recommended. *daydreaming. soon, after i perfect my cupcake baking and decorating skills, i shall move on to cakes and cookies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;shall upload the picture of dan's birthday cupcakes soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sunday was spent at mummy's place, helping out with the painting. i took like ages to paint a wall white, which 7/8 of it would be hidden behind a huge tv cabinet. its not about whether it will be seen anot but i always think, if you want to do it, do it well. im a perfectionist to a certain extent, so as long as its within my limits. after sweating it out, i get to enjoy homecooked thai tom yam soup, vege and prawns. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pleasant weekend spent in a simple way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;peace be with you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157809518412205746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R5Q4bgQWjrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/f6bAQETRhgE/s320/Dan%27s+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the cupcakes cake, as promised. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8905376232233451730?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/8905376232233451730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=8905376232233451730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8905376232233451730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8905376232233451730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/loving-cupcakes.html' title='loving cupcakes!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R5Q4bgQWjrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/f6bAQETRhgE/s72-c/Dan%27s+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-6464376661487005092</id><published>2008-01-10T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:05:37.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Disney Princess Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153693818756173394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R4WZOQQWjlI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jgXX37JMRi0/s320/belle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Belle. You are the people princess, able to identify with all those around you. You are brave, independent and harbor no ill will towards any human beings or inanimate objects. You level of compassion for others allows you to see beyond their physical exterior to the inner beauty within. Your true love prince, albeit hunky, will only reveal himself in due time. You're Belle!&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/13632357-6464376661487005092?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/6464376661487005092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=6464376661487005092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6464376661487005092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6464376661487005092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/which-disney-princess-are-you.html' title='Which Disney Princess Are You?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R4WZOQQWjlI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jgXX37JMRi0/s72-c/belle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-3821681945543898939</id><published>2008-01-02T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:57:17.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness is a choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;negativity kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;having a positive mindset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;im unable to tolerate too much of negativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i find it tiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;trying to explain things that you mean well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe im not good at expressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;but people close to me knows it best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;somehow, i always think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;having a good start is like winning half the battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;so i always like to smile and be cheery in the mornings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;because i think it will make me and others feel good (and fresh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i mean can you imagine seeing grumpy people in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;it spoils your positivity, your mood and your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and there's the saying that goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;"you never knowing who is falling in love with your smile/laughter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the nezt time you feel unhappy, smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;it will make you feel a lil better instanteously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;smiling and laughing is good for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;so smile more and laugh more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-3821681945543898939?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/3821681945543898939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=3821681945543898939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3821681945543898939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3821681945543898939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiness-is-choice.html' title='happiness is a choice'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-419271820176754436</id><published>2007-12-31T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:14:01.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of a year marks the start of a brand new year !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's new year eve!! time to review 2007 resolutions and set new resolutions for the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have fulfilled most of my 2007 resolutions except a few lest important ones. although my goals and future still seems vague and im uncertain of what lies ahead, but at least i know i want to do something about it. i know i have to leave my comfort zone. in fact, im searching for my passion through trial and error. and i know i'll find it one day as long as i dont give up. for me, this year has zoomed past faster than i can ever imagine, faster than the past year (which was a bad year for me) and i still cant believe that im already 22. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in this one year, i went through alot, both good and bad but at the same time, i learn alot. i learned how to be more cheerful, how to be contented, how to truely love someone, how to ignore nonsensical people and their criticisms, who are the ones true to me.. i went to my first halloween party, watched my first R21 movie (the heartbreak kid), got my riding license and my first ride, got my first proper permanent full-time job, received my first bonus, bought the most expensive gift ever, received the most expensive gift ever (yes.. its my vespa), went for my first holiday trip without my mum or aunt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;for what i am today, i thank the people in my life, the people who makes a difference, the people who shared their blessings. i once lost myself but through it, i gained so much more. im most thankful for God has sent me not one but two guardian angels to be here to guide me. words cannot express how grateful and happy i am. thank you for being in my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;for the new year, 2008 resolutions, i hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. to find where my passion lies, my goals and my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. to leave my comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. to change my habit of being lazy and late all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. to learn how to rollerblade and play tennis (my last year's resolution *sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. to cultivate the habit of saving (also last year's resolution)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. to start on a degree course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. to learn how to bake cakes, cupcakes and cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. to have better control of my life (time management and plan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;lets welcome a brand new year, a brand new start.. till 2008, have fun!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-2836109142570363379</id><published>2007-12-27T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:46:38.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;sometimes having choices might not be a good thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i would rather do without the choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-2836109142570363379?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-7744708314923541417</id><published>2007-12-25T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:49:02.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrating christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the bf was sweet enough to wake up early to specially send me to work. i brought along the big bag of presents i prepared for the colleagues and my family. at noon, we had our lunch in the office; buffet catering consisting of fried rice, noodles, teriyaki chicken, sambal mussels, fried chicken, salad, huge turkey, cakes, cookies, a log cake... after lunch, we get to pick our presents from under the christmas tree. then, we did some picture taking, drinking of sparkling juice andwine, before the main highlight of the show - lucky draw! everybody loves lucky draw and receiving presents.. everyone took turns to pick out a paper star from a fish bowl, alphabetically. my name, R was quite towards the back and i dont know if im lucky or what, i actually pick out no. 1. not that i fancy the gift, in fact, i was hoping i wouldnt get no. 1 cos its a blender. but like my colleagues said, its better as compared to get chocolates. right! to end of the celebration, we played charade. 2 teams competing for the fastest time and we won!! despite our questions were not as easy as the other team. we have a good team leader who acted well. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148951526321327602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R3TAIgQWjfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zygiUxBZ4WI/s320/DSC02064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the xmas lunch spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148952123321781762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R3TArQQWjgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WGw7SHS4cfI/s320/DSC02067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the xmas tree with all our pressies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148953068214586898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R3TBiQQWjhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PyQpB1VCgfM/s320/DSC02075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;supporting staff (on the right is my manager) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148953867078503986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R3TCQwQWjjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_TUGcGSDNYg/s320/DSC02123.JPG" border="0" /&gt; my lucky draw prize - 1st (blender)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148954412539350594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R3TCwgQWjkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/TbW3iYDxkCA/s320/DSC02144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;charade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i left the office at 3-ish. the bf came to pick me up and we went over to lucky plaza to do some last minute shopping. after doing a bit of survery and comparision, i bought 2 eau de toilette from dollar and scents. one for my "weekly dose", one for my bro's gf. satisfied, we went to macs cos the bf's stomach is not satisfied. haha. the plan was actually to bring my mum to the optical shop to make a pair of specs but she refuses to. so, we spent the next couple of hours doing nothing, the bf napped while i watched television. at 6.30pm, we went to tampines to collect the log cakes, as instructed by my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;like past years, there was a wide spread of food. my granny's popular yummy bee hoon, nuggets, fries, calamari, honey baked ham, bite-size sandwiches.. .. i had so much bee hoon cos its so irresistable. the bf left for work at 8ish while i spent my time being a couch potato. at 10ish, reluctantly with sleepy eyes, i pulled myself up from the couch and went over to grace's place. at 12, we sang christmas carols.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i joined grace and her mum for the christmas mass at 11am. then we had lunch over her place. the lunch was awesomest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;in the late afternoon, the bf came for the party. we made merry, drank wine, eat good food, laughed and talked about everything under the sun. the bf left for work at 6pm. grace, cp and i met the gang at city hall. we had dinner at new york new york. after dinner, the rest of the rang went for drinks while those who had to work went home. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;this year christmas celebration is slightly different from the past years, a more peaceful one, away from the crowd but i enjoyed it very much. i feel the love, joy and warmth of the season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/13632357-7744708314923541417?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/7744708314923541417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=7744708314923541417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7744708314923541417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7744708314923541417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/12/bf-was-sweet-enough-to-wake-up-early-to.html' title='celebrating christmas'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R3TAIgQWjfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zygiUxBZ4WI/s72-c/DSC02064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-241911696193712451</id><published>2007-12-24T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T17:18:39.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry merry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;christmas eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and im gay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;merry christmas to you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;may you be blessed with all the wonderful things in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enjoy your hols.. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-241911696193712451?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/241911696193712451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=241911696193712451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/241911696193712451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/241911696193712451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-merry.html' title='merry merry'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-6383131161765790637</id><published>2007-12-23T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:20:34.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrations!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; evening, the gang's christmas celebration. i met up with grace and cp at suntec to look for the bf's sunglasses. unfortunately, the two optical shops we went to didn't carry the spike series. so off we went to mei's place. it was just a simple party gathering, where we chatted over food and booze, played some games and exchanged our presents!! enjoyable i say! (= we must be contented with the simplest things right? i stayover grace's place for the night. i had a super hard time trying to park my bike. scary shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154051160035200626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R4beOQQWjnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wnRuYpJpWfI/s320/IMG_8807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154051168625135234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R4beOwQWjoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZAZoZBkDRxI/s320/IMG_8824.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pics taken from qin's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; afternoon, i joined grace, her mum and auntie to the supermarket before we met the guys. together, we took the car to ps for some action - bball and our new "ghost buster" game. i must say we girls make a better team than the guys. we score many more points as compared to them. hehe. dont look down on girls hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at 6ish, we went over to bugis for a lil shopping. and i finally bought my leggings and tubes for layering. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; noon, keong drove the family to oasis at kallang for some yummy taiwan porridge, cos its his mummy's birthday. i remember i used to frequent the restaurant when i was young. aunt will always bring the family there for brunch or late night dinner/supper after events at the national stadium ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after brunch, we went to check out the new mall at kallang - leisure mall. the mall was pretty deserted and not all the shops are opened. some of the shops look shabby. dim lighting, wagons of clothing and bags everywhere, it looks like pasar malam lo, or maybe worse. the highlight of the mall has to be the ice skating rink. didnt get to see it cos you cant see much from the outside. since young, i've never been to the ice skating rinks in singapore. the one and only i went to was at sunway lagoon and half the time, i was struggling not to fall. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;following, we went to tampines to shop around and to adjust the bf's oakleys. a couple of hours later, the bf sent his mummy and god-daddy home. then, we head to bugis to meet up with grace and cp for dinner. we had a lil disagreement on the way to bugis so there was tension the whole time we were seated at the dining table but anyhow, all is resolved. *sings sunshine after the rain.. cp presents to keong one of his first and the bf was delighted. in fact, he was more than delighted. the things friends do that touch your heart. *grins&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/13632357-6383131161765790637?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/6383131161765790637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=6383131161765790637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6383131161765790637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6383131161765790637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-evening-gangs-christmas-party.html' title='celebrations!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R4beOQQWjnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wnRuYpJpWfI/s72-c/IMG_8807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-3581123150796201235</id><published>2007-12-21T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:43:00.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;a season of joy, sharing, forgiving and to be merry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;do you feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i felt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i feel more than blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;to be surrounded by the most wonderful people ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the people who makes our lives more meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;our family, friends and loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the contentment i hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i'll use my life to protect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;a lil effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;a lil time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;a lil thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;is all it takes to touch other's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;thank you all for being in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-3581123150796201235?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/3581123150796201235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=3581123150796201235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3581123150796201235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3581123150796201235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/12/lil-appreciation.html' title='a lil appreciation'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-8466729185667944501</id><published>2007-12-20T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:02:10.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shop shop shop..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xmas shopping day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for a start, the bf and i went to mustafa to buy car fresheners, car accessories and some supplement pills for my weak stomach. we spent more time than we expected, fooling around as usual. following, we went to marina square to get a xmas pressie for a special someone, and the bf was the one who picked it out. (= then we went to millenia to get some chocolates from candy empire. after we were done, we met up with grace and cp at marina macs. we had some food and snacks before we head over to orchard to do our xmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;keong and i went to wisma to get my cuzies and bro their pressies while grace and cp went to taka. without much effort since i already know what i wanted to get, i bought 2 tops at fcuk for my cousins and a top from topman for the brother. the window shopping yesterday saved me a lot of time and effort cos i always comtemplate on which to get. (which the bf wouldnt be pleased about. haha) with that, we met up with grace and cp at taka. we continued to shop till dinner time, where we had korean food and beef noodles at food republic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im glad my xmas shopping is almost done. *happy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8466729185667944501?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/8466729185667944501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=8466729185667944501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8466729185667944501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/8466729185667944501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/12/shop-shop-shop.html' title='shop shop shop..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-5233095917583116716</id><published>2007-12-19T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:31:46.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas madness shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;as mentioned, i met reys after work at orchard. and its always the case when we meet at orchard, she will be late and i will be the one waiting for her. same goes to her when we meet at somerset, most of the time she waits for me if we meet up at somerset. haha. but i decided to be a lil smarter this time, i went to shop around while waiting for her and i bought a top from mango at $19. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she came, we went to taka. i accompanied her to shop around taka and it was so so so crowded, almost unbearable. but i was still able to refrain myself from screaming out loud. while she was looking for suitable gifts for her colleagues, i looked around briefly and something caught my eye. the perfect gift for the gang's $10 xmas gift exchange. happy can? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;we had macs and kfc for dinner. then we went to the basement to get royce nama chocolates. its so good.. one of my fave chocolates. later, the bf came to pick us up at 10ish.&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/13632357-5233095917583116716?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/5233095917583116716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=5233095917583116716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/5233095917583116716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/5233095917583116716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-mentioned-i-met-reys-after-work-at.html' title='xmas madness shopping'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4698044715831443133</id><published>2007-12-19T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:31:00.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ranting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;if you havent had a good day,&lt;br /&gt;i suggest you dont look further down&lt;br /&gt;cos im just ranting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blues are still hovering over me&lt;br /&gt;every morning at work&lt;br /&gt;maybe it means something&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time for a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling pretty perky this morning&lt;br /&gt;cheery and all&lt;br /&gt;cos i bought 2 pairs of slippers and&lt;br /&gt;4 basic tops from cotton on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i spent 50 buckaroos on 6 items&lt;br /&gt;how worthwhile is that&lt;br /&gt;my initial plan was to exchange the skirts i bought a week or so ago&lt;br /&gt;yea but i ended up buying more stuff&lt;br /&gt;but i realised the skirts still doesnt fit when i got home&lt;br /&gt;the first time i bought size 12 but it was too big&lt;br /&gt;so i thought 10 would be just nice&lt;br /&gt;which ended up too big again&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if they'll allow me to change again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel so lazy&lt;br /&gt;to the extend that even myself cant stand it&lt;br /&gt;i have always been lazy&lt;br /&gt;ever since primary school&lt;br /&gt;my report book usually says&lt;br /&gt;"she is capable of better results if she puts in more effort"&lt;br /&gt;even the teachers say im lazy&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is when i get too lazy to go out&lt;br /&gt;i'll stay home and end up being moody&lt;br /&gt;how contradicting can i be la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should start exercising&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be more energetic&lt;br /&gt;instead of finding excuses that my laziniess is a habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent done my xmas shopping at all&lt;br /&gt;cos i've yet to get my pay&lt;br /&gt;and its already 19th&lt;br /&gt;i think im really getting old&lt;br /&gt;either that or i got influenced by the bf&lt;br /&gt;cos i hate crowds nowadays&lt;br /&gt;and im actually meeting reys this evening to go xmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine what will i go through this evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its public holiday tmr&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone is out with their partners&lt;br /&gt;but the bf's working&lt;br /&gt;yea.. so i have find my own plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;if you aint have no plans, give me a ring&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i'll be so glad&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i just got a msg from the bestie that shes available tmr late afternoon.. hurray!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;right, enough of ranting.. back to work! )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4698044715831443133?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4698044715831443133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4698044715831443133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4698044715831443133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4698044715831443133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/12/ranting.html' title='ranting..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-4048781606936787444</id><published>2007-12-18T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:03:20.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;new blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i liked the previous blogskin pretty much&lt;br /&gt;but there seems to be some problem with the bandwidth )=&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to search for another blogskin&lt;br /&gt;i was happy when i managed to find one i fancy&lt;br /&gt;but somehow there was some problems with the script -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got fedup&lt;br /&gt;cos i realised im actually quite fussy about blogskins&lt;br /&gt;i know there are many nice blogskins around&lt;br /&gt;everytime when i'm about to edit the template to apply them in my blog&lt;br /&gt;i'll hesistate&lt;br /&gt;i feel like they dont suit me&lt;br /&gt;they dont reflect me&lt;br /&gt;somehow i think blogskins are supposed to reflect something about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i created a blogskin&lt;br /&gt;although it doesnt look fantastic&lt;br /&gt;cos i didnt used photoshop&lt;br /&gt;(not that i have learn how to use it too,&lt;br /&gt;but i will someday, soon)&lt;br /&gt;i created the background using just microsoft powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;thats why it looks alil off&lt;br /&gt;i feel more comfortable looking at it&lt;br /&gt;so i dont really care if you think its ugly&lt;br /&gt;cos i spent like a few hours doing it..&lt;br /&gt;though i didnt put in alot of effort to make it look good&lt;br /&gt;but at least its something..&lt;br /&gt;till i have the time to really sit down and create a nice one&lt;br /&gt;preferably after i learn how to use photoshop&lt;br /&gt;*i'll be glad if any kind soul would volunteer to teach me.. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-4048781606936787444?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/4048781606936787444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=4048781606936787444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4048781606936787444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/4048781606936787444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-6946251363056831944</id><published>2007-12-17T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:58:33.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;not feeling quite myself today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i feel like i can blow anytime at the slightest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe its monday blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe bcos i've been cooped up at home the whole of sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;all thanks to the medication i have been taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i slept through my entire sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i hate to be home all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;alone and bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe im just afraid to be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i kinda had a chat with a close friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and we wonder if sometimes we demand too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i always think i have given my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and why does he always fall under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe i already have the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;but i didnt realise it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;or maybe he did take me for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;cos we often missed out on the things and people closest to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;..argh.. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i need to stop being so negative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i need to inject positive thoughts in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;but its only monday.. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;oh.. thursday is a public holiday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe i should apply leave on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;we should be merry cos xmas is nearing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and im getting my pay soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-6946251363056831944?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/6946251363056831944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=6946251363056831944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6946251363056831944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/6946251363056831944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/12/emo.html' title='emo'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-5732188880594412721</id><published>2007-12-13T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:18:18.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>serious indigestion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i made reservation to have dinner at ikoi miramar (japanese buffet, said to be really good) like 2 weeks ago. i was supposed to cancel the reservation cos the gang is meeting up but i didnt manage to. so the bf and i decided to go ahead with the dinner and meet up with the rest after dinner. for once, we were early. the place was really crowded and the tables were small, the staff were quite friendly and the service wasnt as bad as i thought. there wasnt any time limit but i was planning to leave in an hour or so so we could meet up with the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the bf and i thought the sashimi was too thick. it makes you feel sick and disgusted after a few slices. his fave tako sashimi tasted quite bad. the bf said its weird, when you bite on it, alot of liquid spurts out. the salmon sashimi doesnt taste as good either. overall, i would say the food is overrated. personally, we felt hanabi is better although many reviews say ikoi is the better one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;after meeting up with the gang, we were on the way home when i felt discomfort in the stomach. the discomfort got worse and i started to feel pain. i took some pills upon reaching home but it didnt get better. when i get so sick i cannot sleep, it means its really serious. i felt so terrible.. i felt like puking and shitting but i couldnt. i refused to go to the doctor for fear that they will refer me to the hospital and thats the last place i want to go. but after struggling with the pain for a couple of hours (despite having a low tolerance for pain), i gave up and the bf sent me to a 24hours clinic at midnight. throughout the journey, he kept on reprimanding me. like so sick already can? *hmph!!! i couldnt even walk with my back straightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the consultation fee was 60++ and the bf continued reprimanding, saying we would have save alot if i agree to see the doctor earlier. before midnight, the consultation charge is 19. but i was really afraid they would refer me to the hospital and i thought the pain would go away soon. the fear i had was something he wouldnt understand cos hes not someone who is afraid of pain and everything. the doctor pressed the right side of my abdomen lightly and asked if its more painful when he pressed down or let go, i thought for awhile (recall the many times doctors did the same thing and i said let go, whereby after they rule the possibility of appendicitis) and i replied him pressed down. i was so relieved when he said okie. in actual fact, he pressed so lightly i couldnt really tell which was more painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;he went on to draw a picture of the intestine and explain that the cramps were caused by the food moving up and down the stomach due to indigestion. he added that little bubbles will form up and slowly become big bubbles, thats why i feel bloated. for the first time, i requested for a jab to relieve me of the pain sooner. an hour after the medicine, the pain was still there. the jab was supposed to take effect after half an hour but it didnt. i went to the toilet like countless times. it wasnt until i forced the crap out that i felt a lil better. throughout the night, i had to visit the toilet thrice. it was so bad, i promised i'll never ever visit that restaurant again. even the thought of the food makes me feel disgusted now. i would advise if your stomach is weak, try not to go there. if you really want to, make sure you chew twice as many times on your food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154058079227514514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R4bkhAQWjpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/W7rKoicI8R4/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154058083522481826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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title='serious indigestion'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R4bkhAQWjpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/W7rKoicI8R4/s72-c/DSC00266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-8066333836011311516</id><published>2007-12-12T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T01:33:18.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Scoop Ice Cream Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sometime ago, reys mentioned to me about this shop that sells ice cream at sunset way. i've been wanting to go there for a long time but the bf has been too busy. if reys who doesnt have a sweet tooth for chocolates, cakes, ice creams and candies, thinks its nice, then it must be yummy. i did a search on the internet and i found the name and address of the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Daily Scoop Ice Cream Cafe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;41 Sunset Way #01-04 Clementi Arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they have like more than 30 flavours, you'll be spolit for choices. I had a hard time deciding on the flavours. To date, i've went there thrice and I've tried the following flavours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Rum &amp;amp; Raisin... absolutely yummy. the first taste doesnt "wow!" you but it grows on you. my favourite!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Hazelnut Haven... not fantastic. the best hazelnut ice cream i've eaten is venezia's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Minty Mint... the ice cream is white in colour, not your usual green. it really leaves an aftertaste of mint in your mouth. not my favourite though i like the chunky bits of chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Peach Bum!... refreshing peach yohgurt ice cream. tastes like yami yohgurt. the bf likes it very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Lychee Martini... like nothing you have tasted before. i thought its unique and you can even find bits of lychee in it. thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Sunny Strawberry... taste exactly like fresh strawberry. its sourish-sweet and it doesnt have the milky taste like the other strawberry ice creams. so if you dont like your strawberry ice cream too milky, it will definitely suit your taste. yums!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Cha, Earl Grey... strong earl grey taste. the bf likes it very much. he says the aftertaste is nice. if you like earl grey, its a must-try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think i can understand why its call The Daily Scoop cos you can pratically eat it every day. its yummy and cheap. there are so many flavours, you can eat a different flavour each day for more than a month. its 2 for a junior scoop, 2.90 for a normal scoop and 4.90 for double scoop. they also sell it in tubs (take-away) of 400g and 700g, the 400g costs only $8.80. as compared to haagen daz, each time i patronise them, $12.90 or something flies out from my pocket. of course i know it cant be compared, haagen daz ice cream are classify under premium ice cream, and i still think their macadamia nut and strawberry are still the best. but days when i'm alil tight, 2.90 is pretty affordable for a scoop of fresh hand-churned ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyscoop.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.thedailyscoop.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8066333836011311516?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/8066333836011311516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>*sings rain rain go away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the weather has been terrible lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;morning rain, afternoon rain, evening rain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its a bad time for riders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im glad i've the bf to send me to and fro work since last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*thank you so muchie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after i saw the accident the other day before the exit of stevens road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i freaked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i found out later its a malay couple who was involved in the accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and the rider's fiancee passed on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so sad can!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was at the carpark last sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all ready to go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the sky was dark and its was drizzling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the next moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it rained heavily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i had an appointment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i still rode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think i was being paranoid the whole journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its the first time i travelled at 80km/hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;although i was late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i kept telling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;safety is more important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;better late than never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after 45mins of tedious riding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i finally arrived at my destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;usually i would take only 30mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think afterall that i have gone through and seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've become more timid than before )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on a happier note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the bf finally got what he wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a transfer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-6435620972723149683?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/6435620972723149683/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-6359748271450279199</id><published>2007-12-04T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:52:22.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when enough is enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;is it human nature to take things for granted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;when someone is sweet, thoughtful  and forgiving to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;does the person have to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;does he owe you anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;people often regret only when they lose something precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;but why cant they treasure and cherish what they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;how many people can have second chances in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i cannot understand why do some people words and actions differ so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;for example: he says he love you but he walks in front, leaving you to follow him behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;i always think love is chnaging your pace to match the other person's pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;so two person walk alongside each other in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;it works both ways, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;in my world of naive and innocent fairytale romance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;he treats you like a lil pampered princess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;he looks at you with passionate eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;he talks to you in a loving gentle tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;when he hugs you, you feel so protected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;when he kisses you, you feel like you're flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;when you're bullied, he stands up for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;when you cry, he's always there to lend a shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;when you're unhappy, he cheers you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;you're in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;when you think of him every minute, every second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;when the other person's happiness is important to your own happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;you smile when he smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;you're sad when he's sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;you feel what he feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;his mood affects you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;his facial expressions affects you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;his words and tone affects you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;his everything affects you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;its easy to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;but its not easy to love somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;never push someone to his limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;never test his patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;when enough is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;regrets will be too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;theres no turning back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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enough'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-8896043653100322519</id><published>2007-12-03T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:21:21.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the day when pain is intolerable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the heart dies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-8896043653100322519?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-7497602408778640147</id><published>2007-11-29T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:25:36.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;its been 3 weeks since i cut my hair. so this post came a lil late but better late than never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;introducing my new hairstyle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R0-pQcsImJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0FYTX3DOYmc/s1600-R/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138511799897331858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R0-pQcsImJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gl8laX05vMs/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;few weeks later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R0-pQ8sImKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dWN5ZKqqJPc/s1600-R/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138511808487266466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R0-pQ8sImKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/t2Cl12mCPKE/s320/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; i get comments like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;- cute but weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;- your hair looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;- why did you cut such a hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;- oh! the rainie yang's hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;- omg! your hair is so short now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;- reminds me of mario.&lt;br /&gt;- looks like a helmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;- looks like 70s hairstyle, cut with the help of a bowl. (obviously tasteless!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still prefer my long hair. if you're curious, i didn't choose to cut this hairstyle. my hairstylist is pretty irritated with my messy hair due to after-effects of rebonding, so she snipped off the entire part of untidy, dyed, damaged and unmanageable hair. yeps. new hairstyle, new look.. but my face looks rounder and chubbier! )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm waiting for it to grow long again. grow.. grow faster..&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/13632357-7497602408778640147?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/7497602408778640147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=7497602408778640147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7497602408778640147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/7497602408778640147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-look.html' title='new look'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R0-pQcsImJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gl8laX05vMs/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-3946844640041375454</id><published>2007-11-27T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:22:50.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quality time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the bf picked me up from work. we met up with bestie and cp at bugis. congratulations cp! exams are finally over. i think we were all in a pretty good mood for whatever reasons. i havent laugh so much in a long time. oh.. did i mentioned i pissed them off by being lame all night? cp tried to "suan" me with my own lame antics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after grace's haircut, we went to sim lim to collect keong's lappy. while we were walking there, grace decided to get ice cream from an ice cream peddler. there were 2 peddlers so grace decided to patronise the auntie cos there was no one at her stall. she bought an ice cream cone (mixed flavours) and i bought a yam ice cream with biscuits. the ice creams started a series of laughter from ice cream dropping on grace's shoes, my yam ice cream is not what i wanted, the guys being gay for sharing ice cream and the auntie being not happy cos i complained about her yam ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;later, we had dinner at blue jazz. the food was yummy as usual. great company with good food. what could be better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my bestie will be leaving for japan for a holiday tomorrow. so nice right..? i will miss you!! remember to take lotsa pictures and have fun! last but not least, &lt;em&gt;bon voyage!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138079223676180418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R04f1MsIl8I/AAAAAAAAANE/7QFrB96tWjY/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;fish and chips, obviously&lt;br /&gt;- value for money: $9.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138079219381213106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R04f08sIl7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/W7csOGMvBvY/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;chicken chop with black pepper sauce (my fave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- $8.90 if i'm not wrong &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138078914438535074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R04fjMsIl6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/IGB6cEXalMA/s320/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;seafood alio oglio&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/13632357-3946844640041375454?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/3946844640041375454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=3946844640041375454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3946844640041375454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3946844640041375454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/11/quality-time.html' title='quality time'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R04f1MsIl8I/AAAAAAAAANE/7QFrB96tWjY/s72-c/DSC00202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-3205394914306049042</id><published>2007-11-25T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:15:08.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e girlies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saturday afternoon, the bf and watch the doraemon movie. as usual, we missed the first 10 - 15 mins of the show. the cinema where we watched the movie is actually for preview movies. the show was funny but really meant for kids. definitely not worth $8.50 or whatsoever watching. we thought the show was abit too long and we still prefer the weekend morning 30 mins show. anyway, after like half the show, there was practically no one else in the cinema except us. thats how pathetic. when we booked for the tickets, there were like 8 seats taken so you can imagine. i remember there was this family with 2 kids. the dad was snoring away on the other side. then soon after, they left the cinema. haha. quite a waste, i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we left cine to meet up with grace at taka coffee bean. havent seen her in awhile. soon, lyd and qin came. after keong left for work, we shopped around taka, had some snacks at the food court before lyd left for church. together with pei, we went to plaza sing to play arcade. there wasnt many games we fancy , or at least i fancy, until pei or qin noticed this game around the corner. the game exhausted our energy, we have to like turn a controller (shaped like a shower head) frantically, hit the screen like some crazy woman and dragging the controller up and down. it was crazy fun. really can train your arm muscle lo. my arm was like aching the next day. must go play again some day! oh.. grace and i did make a good team, like for once. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after having fish noodles at the food court, grace left for home. i joined lyd, qin and pei for some drinks along alley bar. we stayed till 12+am before i shared a cab home with qin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a crazy girlies outing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-3205394914306049042?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/3205394914306049042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=3205394914306049042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3205394914306049042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/3205394914306049042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-girlies.html' title='e girlies..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-705646929107062078</id><published>2007-11-24T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:16:57.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>east coast road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last night, the bf and i went for a food hunting trip along east coast road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first stop: authentic hong kong cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;address: 378/380 East Coast Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138193371022006322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R06HpcsImDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/A7Q-W6siDUE/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pork chop rice with seven spices sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138187375247661058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R06CMcsImAI/AAAAAAAAANk/ScIhd9O_9HI/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;carrot cake (yummy but too oily) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138187379542628370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R06CMssImBI/AAAAAAAAANs/RCTcuX67uFg/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my friend, sotong&lt;br /&gt;fried and seasoned with salt and spices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i forgot to take pictures of our beverages. the bf ordered milk tea (si wa nai cha) and i ordered my fave, strawberry fantasy. the milk tea was good, thick, not too sweet and the milk doesnt overpower the tea. but sad to say, my strawberry fantasy was very very disappointing. for $4.90, the bf said it tasted like the 20cents flavoured ice stick that we used to break into half before we eat when we were young. the last time i drank, it was so heavenly. it tasted like strawberry margarita, nicer but without the margarita. i thought the food wasnt worth the trip although the service was pretty good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second stop: ice cream chef&lt;br /&gt;address: 520 East Coast Road #01-06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138191902143191074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R06GT8sImCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/bcjUAeX0dVM/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138193379611940930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R06Hp8sImEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AtYgfVvCO5k/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;at 10-ish, i was surprised to see so many people queueing in the small store. the bf and i even had to wait outside the shop for a moment before we could get in. the choices of ice cream were pretty limited, watermelon, capuccino, granny smith (green apple and cinnamon), cookies and cream and a few others. but i think they are coming up with more flavours. the wonderful part: their ice cream are all homemade. the bf asked which store do you think is the pioneer for "cooking" ice cream on cold rock. i said i dont know, maybe cold rock ice creamery. but i will say i prefer ice cream chef to cold rock ice creamery, cos their service staff serve with cheery smiles and their ice cream tasted better. their ice cream are said to be smoother and denser cos it contains less air, due to their special preparation method. a regular serving size cost 3.10 and a large serving size cost 4.80. each mix-in costs only 70 cents. worth a try, i say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last stop: cheesecake cafe&lt;br /&gt;address: 685 East Coast Road (Near Siglap Centre)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138200363228764258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R06OAcsImGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gHxpXTlYGcA/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138200363228764274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R06OAcsImHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/76KOL1741lE/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138200912984578178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R06OgcsImII/AAAAAAAAAOk/3qpnXBfYi2U/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we had rum and raisin cheesecake and a pot of strawberry tea. even though we were almost to the brim, but the cheesecake was damn good. the rum was not too strong and the texture was just right. rum and raisin cheesecake is one of their speciality so it costs a lil more than the usual ones. $6.90/slice. the appearance of the store was not what i expected, not your usual cafe. the counter display many antiques and old-school stuff. there is a water fountain somewhere behind where we were sitting and i like the bling bling drapes. the lightings were dim and it makes the patrons feel cozy. the place to satisfy your cheesecake cravings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a fulfilling and satisfying trip..&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/13632357-705646929107062078?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/705646929107062078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=705646929107062078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1068686347972843507</id><published>2007-11-23T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:36:16.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>second thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;the smiles have vanished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;along with my happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i dont know what i can do anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;one day, you will realise you lost to your fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;and regrets are futile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1068686347972843507?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1068686347972843507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1068686347972843507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1068686347972843507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1068686347972843507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/11/second-thoughts.html' title='second thoughts'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-3281886640995634667</id><published>2007-11-22T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:06:29.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long farewell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was a farewell dinner for the big boss earlier on. before the dinner, i rushed to bugis to get a gift for the bf cos its our 22nd month anniversary. we didn't used to celebrate our anniversaries (except the first few months) but one day, i decided that we should do it cos it allows us to remember the journey we took to be where we are today and not to take each other for granted. i had in mind a tee-shirt or a car key holder. i didnt see any nice tee-shirt in edc so i decided to head to BHG to look at the car key holders. i had a hard time looking for it cos i didnt realise i was at the ladies level until the sales promoter told me to try the second (men's) level. i didnt had much trouble deciding one among the five designs and colours they had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with that, i rushed back to the office. there was only 2 person left in the office, the rest had gone downstairs, to asia grand restaurant, located at level 1 of odeon towers. i waited for my supervisor to go down together. the lady at the entrance led us into a room, separated from the main dining area. i was amazed by the interior of the restaurant. from the outside, it looks much smaller and less classy. the food was served in a banquet style, one dish at a time. at 9pm, we had just finished our last dish. the bf had already been waiting for me since 8pm and we had a movie at 9.30pm. after much hesistation, i left the room. the bf wasnt very pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were 15mins late for our movie: the enchanted. luckily, we didnt missed the important part. we were just in time to see the witch psychoed the princess-to-be to make a wish at the well. overall, it was a very funny, light-hearted and predictable show. the bf fave character is the chipmunk cos he looks so extremely cute when the prince didnt get his msg. catch it if you need some laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138091356958791650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R04q3csIl-I/AAAAAAAAANU/A9whZVUYdwE/s320/enchanted-poster(m).jpg" border="0" 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farewell..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/R04q3csIl-I/AAAAAAAAANU/A9whZVUYdwE/s72-c/enchanted-poster(m).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1837496906250836181</id><published>2007-11-18T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:44:21.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;the past two weeks have been a blur. i feel as though i was living through someone else's life, locked out from the outside world and all connections have been cut off. the lazy bug has got to me and i've been day-dreaming my days away. i havent been very much bothered about my mobile, its practically not in my possession most of the time; lying around in some corner of the room. one of the contributing factor might be that everyone else is so busy. undergrads are studying for their exams, my fave lady busy with her life and currently out of town, my bestie been recuperating and busy with work, even the bf is busy with work. it doesnt help that i havent been in the pink of health, i was on mc on thursday and friday, with nothing to do at home buy play games, sleep, watch tv. how boring can my life get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1837496906250836181?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1837496906250836181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-5304409925290758509</id><published>2007-11-13T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:36:03.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;early morning, someone asked me a question, a funny, meaningless question. but i still answered it honestly. to my surprise, my answer wasnt acceptable. it was interpreted in someone else's way, in a negative way that is. how ridiculous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;then, i was late for work cos i had so much to pack before i could leave home. after i arrived at the carpark, i thought of getting some quick breakfast from cheers. before i stepped into the store, i took out a dollar coin from my purse. i took a cappucino roll instead of strawberry roll to save the trouble of taking out another 20 cents. but somehow, the cashier couldnt differentiate between strawberry, chocolate and cappucino roll!!! by the way, chocolate and cappucino rolls are a dollar. so how on earth did my cappucino roll looked like strawberry roll. seriously, its not about the money. but why do i have to pay $1.20 for something that is $1. he was taking way too long (walking in and out of the cashier to look at the label which has obviously been placed wrongly) and there was someone queueing behind me so i said forget it and i paid him $1.20. how can someone be so not smart??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i think im having problem managing my anger. maybe its just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-1805578452103350609</id><published>2007-11-04T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:28:32.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bliss mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday, 30th&lt;/strong&gt;. i met up with qin, pei and dan in town to get lyd's pressie!! after dinner, we walked around from raffles city shopping centre to takashimaya to ck tangs, to look for the most suitable pressies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday, 31st.&lt;/strong&gt; the bf and i went to visit my bestie at her place cos its my off day!! we chatted over mac breakfast. the breakfast was disastrous cos the auntie who packed my order forgot my sausage in my hotcake w sausage meal. and also, our hash browns!!! )= but luckily, they offered to send it to grace's place. piping hot hash browns and 3 extra hotcakes. *happy* later, i accompanied the bf to the hospital for his checkup. doctor says the screw is to be remained where it is. i can see the bf is very sad. )_= although the doctor says its best not to remove cos its hard to find the screw and he has to sacrifice the blood flowing to the ankle, if he operates on it again. but i'll still pray and hope that he'll be able to remove it one day, without having to sacrifice the blood flow, of course. who knows if future technology will allow that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday, 2th&lt;/strong&gt;. a day of celebrations!!! i met up with cp, lyd, qin and pei at some ulu road i forgot the name. we settled for a restaurant behind blue jazz. it was nice and cozy, some indian or exotic cuisine. lyd's gigantic birthday card is damn pretty lo. thanks to the artistic qin. and the cake looks great too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;soon, we had to rush off to one rochester cos reys, yx, eu, yingying, joan and eil were waiting for us. another birthday celebration! happy birthday eunice!!! they were almost done with eating when we got there. it was a nice place i thought. we were sitting in the garden i think. outdoor, close to nature, cosy, comfy and clean. good for gathering. in fact, i like the place very much. the food was pretty nice too, a lil pricey though. but the atmosphere, friendly service staff and everything else definitely make your money worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday, 3th.&lt;/strong&gt; i met up with angela and sky in bugis. we had lunch at swensens. swensens is currently having a promotion; buy one sundae and get another free. perfect for an ice cream lover like me. after angela and sky left, i met up with cp to buy a shirt for the bf. we walked along bugis village and bugis junction. finally, we managed to get a suitable one for him but i have to collect it from vivo cos the shop was out of stock. in the evening, the bf and i made a trip to vivo to collect the shirt and do some window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday, 4th&lt;/strong&gt;. the bf and i met up with grace, lyd and qin at paragon coffee bean cos we havent met up in quite awhile. later, we went to holiday inn park view to attend willy's wedding. my second time to a friend's wedding, first time to a guy friend's wedding. so i didnt know the procedures, quite embarassing. but there's always a first time to everything. its also the bf's first time to a wedding, not mentioning the times we went to a wedding when we were like really young. wedding has always make me feel so blissful.. a love so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-1805578452103350609?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/1805578452103350609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=1805578452103350609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1805578452103350609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13632357/posts/default/1805578452103350609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-30th.html' title='bliss mood'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12013732490404391928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632357.post-7178088696679589851</id><published>2007-10-29T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:37:05.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;saturday evening, i went to rey's place to get dress and prepare for halloween party. damn rush la, cos we were short of time. reys' bf came to fetch us and haze to zouk. interesting to see all the funny characters people dressed up as, like power rangers, policewoman, princesses, female ghosts, soccer players, angels, devils, demons, monsters.. somehow the scary masks and ghostly faces didnt seem as scary as i thought it would be. we queued for the longest i know. later, we left zouk for mos. i was quite surprised to see most of the people not dressed up, unlike the people at zouk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129563917425669394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/Ry_fNI7RdRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wmC_1mQO9DU/s320/IMG_0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129563926015604002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wuXBpOQCTs8/Ry_fNo7RdSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zIaRB8BsBzE/s320/IMG_0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, the bf and i went for a japanese buffet near my workplace, hanabi japanese restaurant. the sashimi was damn good. there were lots of variety like sushi, handroll, sashimi, udon, rice, grilled, fried and many more. the tempura, salmon teriyaki and yakitori wasnt too bad too. super satisfying meal. highly recommended if you like japanese buffet. shall try ikoi next time, another comparative japanese buffet restaurant, i heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632357-7178088696679589851?l=boysenberries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysenberries.blogspot.com/feeds/7178088696679589851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13632357&amp;postID=7178088696679589851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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