<?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-4098034</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:34:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*You complete me*~</title><subtitle type='html'>Beauty is a crime..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>392</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-8828555318439644445</id><published>2007-08-16T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:48:13.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Cried of Joy</title><summary type='text'>I drove to JB. I drove to JB. I drove to JB!!!!!! All with the help of my new classmates. OMG! I was superly excited once i went through the customs. I danced around and yipes! Dah tu jer. Satu kejayaan tau!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8828555318439644445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8828555318439644445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_08_12_archive.html#8828555318439644445' title='The Day I Cried of Joy'/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1137739809997388053</id><published>2007-08-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:49:48.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you, whom i adore but meet once a year.</title><summary type='text'>Happy 22nd Bdae! Our friendship goes a long way from the kaaza days. I may meet you once a year but you do know i miss hanging out with you.   I miss those days.    Will you still wait for me at city hall?   Happy 22nd burpday Zulhakim Hojali!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1137739809997388053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1137739809997388053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_08_12_archive.html#1137739809997388053' title='To you, whom i adore but meet once a year.'/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-2758792835164283795</id><published>2007-08-13T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:46:40.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are stronger than ever.</title><summary type='text'>   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2758792835164283795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2758792835164283795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_08_12_archive.html#2758792835164283795' title='we are stronger than ever.'/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-2356308712757309901</id><published>2007-08-06T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:00:19.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my school starting at 8.30am. janji kawan pukul 7.30am. jam di dinding menunjukkan pukul 2am. aku kena bangun pukul 5am. camne ni. sekolah tak boleh dekat skit ke.it has been almost 4 years after graduation. 7 years since i last sat for a real examinations. my 3 years in poly was a bliss. now i am back in school. gelisah ye rasa. bukan apa. nak tgk mamat pon dah nak kena scan betul2. ahhaha. alot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2356308712757309901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2356308712757309901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_08_05_archive.html#2356308712757309901' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-6161616109487689899</id><published>2007-08-04T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T03:12:09.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing around with my new found hobby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6161616109487689899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6161616109487689899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_29_archive.html#6161616109487689899' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RrN9q87pAgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-kESFviy5dA/s72-c/us4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-8224896907497842383</id><published>2007-08-03T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T04:32:25.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8224896907497842383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8224896907497842383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_29_archive.html#8224896907497842383' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RrI_Oc7pAeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EDoXxoi6_EE/s72-c/wawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-2974505593032610441</id><published>2007-08-02T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:35:28.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today we saw a flasher at tampiness mall and again at interchange. and no one did anything even when i shouted that a mas flasher is on the loose. Singaporeans are the ones that make our city unsafe. *sigh*i remembered when i was groped on NYE 2002 and i screamed and cursed and seek help. and no one did. they just look and stare as if i asked for it. i was wearing long sleeve shirt and jeans, FYI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2974505593032610441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2974505593032610441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_29_archive.html#2974505593032610441' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-3575565872772389748</id><published>2007-08-01T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:48:59.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anyone knows how to remove the ad in LiveJournal....just as i had succeeded changing the layout of LJ, the bloody ad wont disappear......so LJ experts..help pls? i need to change to LJ to protect my entry. it seems that once i googled my name, strangers would be directed to my blog. unless some people, i dont intend to put my blog for display. my entries are for my close friends to read and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3575565872772389748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3575565872772389748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_29_archive.html#3575565872772389748' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-7099988663979564774</id><published>2007-07-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:29:20.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7099988663979564774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7099988663979564774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_29_archive.html#7099988663979564774' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/Rq4Dw87pAdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FlA7UzhX7ng/s72-c/read.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-3483585213468112815</id><published>2007-07-30T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:40:19.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ended my weekend madness with rounds of toturing our lungs and eardrums. And oh of course, a short trip revisiting our past. Aku pon terserempak aku nye past kat sana. chet! All in all, it was good clean fun ok.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3483585213468112815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3483585213468112815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_29_archive.html#3483585213468112815' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RqzQbM7pAcI/AAAAAAAAADw/N9XWfKziKm0/s72-c/karaoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-7638826635928611178</id><published>2007-07-30T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:24:38.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The week flew past quickly. Too many things got caught up with me. Too many decisions to settled with. Despite the mad rush, i still brought the girls to the comp eventhough my service ended. But i feel that it is worth to see my effort and of course the smile the girls had to have perform in front of strangers for the first time. But all went quite well although there were a slight glitch. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7638826635928611178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7638826635928611178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_29_archive.html#7638826635928611178' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-5286420590150102868</id><published>2007-07-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:25:33.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen...I may be free as a bird. I believe. Back to school and back to town kids. I think. So BFF, lets try to spare some days to hit the town and paint it whatever colours you want. BFFs, please spare a ladies night out. Elya, revisit 2001 City Hall era with our so called photoshoot. BFFs, lets play the eye games at the boys downtown. BFFs, let us buy a pack of ciggie with yaki </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/5286420590150102868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/5286420590150102868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_22_archive.html#5286420590150102868' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-8062886904472146919</id><published>2007-07-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:27:13.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>should i be glad or depressed?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8062886904472146919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8062886904472146919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_22_archive.html#8062886904472146919' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-6881158304455006268</id><published>2007-07-18T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:35:27.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a difficult student. it was hard to crack her open as she is highly independant and far mature for her age. she is intelligent and at times too proud of herself that she dare to correct me if im wrong. she is frank, too frank at times. i was not really fond of taking her level as they were not responsive. they were all non-malay to begin with. so to them, im alien. i always thought that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6881158304455006268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6881158304455006268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_15_archive.html#6881158304455006268' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1586654135988881308</id><published>2007-07-17T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:05:05.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. i captured these.  supreme happiness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1586654135988881308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1586654135988881308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_15_archive.html#1586654135988881308' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/Rpuk61-KymI/AAAAAAAAADY/0pk4PiPjFRQ/s72-c/CIMG3966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-6409685048106311178</id><published>2007-07-17T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:08:51.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the past week was rather moody for me. seriously. you are making use of us fcuk. the biased environment is obvious but ironically it is oblivious to others. i just finished watching just follow law. it is so close to the heart. upstair people plan as they please and downstair people kena shoot arrow. but some upstair people play colour one. wat to do. accept lor. you say out your mind, its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6409685048106311178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6409685048106311178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_15_archive.html#6409685048106311178' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/Rpul6l-KyoI/AAAAAAAAADo/5dE_1eir8bM/s72-c/CIMG4093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-61496210034704455</id><published>2007-07-13T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:15:29.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i brought a dress which is blueeven when i am surrounded by manyi am still oblivioustill my sister points outthat my dress looks likea convent school uniform.waaaarggh.......bingitye.nway, i've been farting non stop this week.kenapa eh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/61496210034704455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/61496210034704455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_08_archive.html#61496210034704455' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-3603428815451904233</id><published>2007-07-10T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:39:16.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i did a few lay out changes. meaning i am quite free right. no. im too bored. with being thrown around like frisbee. aku malas betul nak layan sumer orang sehingga aku tak ambil kisah tentang kerja aku. malas mau layan. shirley birley, com lab is so different w.o you ley. 2 more weeks and im out out out. ok, if u c some credits hanging around my post. ignore. i am too lazy to adjust oredi. im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3603428815451904233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3603428815451904233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_08_archive.html#3603428815451904233' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RpJypAuxwdI/AAAAAAAAADA/QYrfnz5OJPo/s72-c/DSC00494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-7310263865361012534</id><published>2007-07-07T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:15:28.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aku sebenarnya malas nak update pasal gambar sumer pat komputer lain. ok. short and simple. who knows why is my site so bloody damn slow. i got no songs, there isnt many pictures.who noes the ans will get a special prize from me.quick quick.deal or no deal??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7310263865361012534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7310263865361012534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7310263865361012534' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-7737451420975932889</id><published>2007-06-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:25:30.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been having big meals starting from my KL trip last week. our budget getaway. wish we could have enuff dough to follow dem to bangkok. but its ok. we had fun also. KL didnt change much but places of interest changed location to jalan doraisamy. i will definitely go back to the place. it was better than the golden triangle area. so, we had big meals for the 3 days. chillis, nandos + junk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7737451420975932889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7737451420975932889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_24_archive.html#7737451420975932889' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-4107784837004024494</id><published>2007-06-19T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:35:26.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was so looking forward for this.But i got this the day before i depart for my supposedly holiday trip. Spoiled my freaking mood sia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4107784837004024494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4107784837004024494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_17_archive.html#4107784837004024494' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RnbPIV7TigI/AAAAAAAAACY/xF-_YaIkel8/s72-c/thewe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-4906760174222033109</id><published>2007-06-14T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:55:48.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh. sebelum terlupa. enjoy ye. dah lama tak main slide-slide ni. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4906760174222033109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4906760174222033109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_10_archive.html#4906760174222033109' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-3465485236370671939</id><published>2007-06-14T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:50:32.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday.me+him had a date. very typically secondary school date. suka gitu. me+him had dinner at far east. walked around town. i always have the problem of finding things to buy when come pay day. jalan punya jalan pun takde benda. fed up sey. ok back to my story. it is very very hard to ask him to go town. ntah apa reason ntah. simpan pompan kot. choi! so we windowshopped far east, tangs and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3465485236370671939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3465485236370671939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_10_archive.html#3465485236370671939' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RnAgJV7TifI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qtluwWmtA2M/s72-c/koboi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1650839421532526699</id><published>2007-06-13T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:11:30.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>currently, i have cravings for TV3 shows. im a regular fan of datin diaries and emil emilda. moving on to susuk and natasha. after finishing off ugly betty and heroes, i found new interests. work is piling up but i rather feed myself with youtube. waiting for emil emilda to finish loading before i go to sleep.lets hear my weekend ramble.fri was, how do you put it, awesome, no, spectacular? not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1650839421532526699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1650839421532526699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_10_archive.html#1650839421532526699' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-871471616279290001</id><published>2007-06-12T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:10:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A picture paints thousand words.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/871471616279290001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/871471616279290001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_10_archive.html#871471616279290001' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/Rm2rWF7TidI/AAAAAAAAACA/3R-2qtTm6fc/s72-c/collage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-9218592692129494429</id><published>2007-06-07T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:35:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss impromptu trips to city halls. i miss impromptu gossips. i miss impromtu chillouts. i miss impromptu sun tanning sessions. i miss impromptu calls. i miss impromptu late night outings. i miss impromtuness. i am no planner. i am a last minute planner. i do not like to plan things out because i do not want to be disappointed or want to disappoint others.  suddenly, it hit me. we have all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/9218592692129494429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/9218592692129494429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_03_archive.html#9218592692129494429' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-3014153168990752650</id><published>2007-06-06T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:52:58.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i admire your strength in holding on and your ability to walk straight on a tight rope. i admire your calmness amidst the chaos. i admire your bravery in picking up pieces and taking time to put them in place. i admire your patience in making the picture perfect. i admire your sincere heart and the person itself. you do realise you have an army of supporters. u deserve nothing but the best. you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3014153168990752650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3014153168990752650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_03_archive.html#3014153168990752650' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-4885621966885270662</id><published>2007-06-05T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T02:23:39.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really really am taking a very long break from the madness. i believe i deserve and i have not open my work email for the longest time. im putting it at the back of my head.for the 1st time, i spent my wknd with myself. saturday nite pure boredom. but with great company of molten chocolate with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge and dates with Datin Diaries. i was glued to the PC. Come Sunday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4885621966885270662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4885621966885270662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_03_archive.html#4885621966885270662' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RmRV6YxeG8I/AAAAAAAAABo/NLXZAJSabZ0/s72-c/CIMG2947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-4758726883264927674</id><published>2007-06-04T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:16:16.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my updated life. my upgraded life. from one to one half. soon to be two but not too soon. in love as always with everyone else but life itself. selfcontentment has not yet settled with me. but evertyhing else, you got lovely people to keep you sane. thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4758726883264927674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4758726883264927674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_06_03_archive.html#4758726883264927674' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RmLo7oxeG7I/AAAAAAAAABg/MNYekyNdQQ4/s72-c/engage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-4453828744181660352</id><published>2007-05-25T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:30:01.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mum went on a rampage. she bought full set body massager, eye massager and hands&amp;legs massager. when i asked her what it is for, she said there was a sale at her workplace. she bought it cause every seems so interested in it. my mum is an easy target for bad marketing. haha. so, i had the best power sleep of 30 min.and im now on a full gear of burning the oil till 5 am. i hate end term. this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4453828744181660352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4453828744181660352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_05_20_archive.html#4453828744181660352' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-540385806923130126</id><published>2007-05-15T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T02:15:13.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last week was an absolute madness for me. my stress level was high tide. due to that, i had bumps all over me. i get that only when im having fever. but now, it lasted for almost a week and when i went to the doc, he said its due to high stress level. my bf was with me daily attending to my wailing. i was very thankful. last week was perfect for us not me. we spend quality time, really, really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/540385806923130126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/540385806923130126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_05_13_archive.html#540385806923130126' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-260724619185891117</id><published>2007-05-09T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:06:46.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As we grew up, we are becoming more aware of our appearance. For some, 4 inches make up is the answer to enhance appearance. I believe your hair is your crown. A good hairstyle exudes different vibes. It determine what kinda job you will get, or what man may set their eyes on you. My bad hair day started the day i was born. You see, my sis had luscious straight black hair. I was born with frizzy,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/260724619185891117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/260724619185891117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_05_06_archive.html#260724619185891117' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1056675627043310298</id><published>2007-05-09T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:44:58.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have come to the point where i am caught in between again. i have made myself confused and very distraught. at times, i felt i rushed into decisions. i don't know where it went wrong. the path i was walking along led me to dark end. i found no light at the end of the tunnel. i'm afraid of the dark and felt strong wind pushing me from the back towards the dark end. im not prepared. i strongly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1056675627043310298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1056675627043310298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_05_06_archive.html#1056675627043310298' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-4875356828964081985</id><published>2007-04-18T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:58:54.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>choosing a right man is like choosing a pair of bra. so many to look at. sexy lacy. all white and pure. cute and colourful. so many to buy and it comes with a different price.for most, we are taken in by the marketing and tend to pay a higher price for the  'perfect bra'. Alas, when we bring them home, it did not fit us that well. we have to go through the itchiness of wearing uncomfortable bra, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4875356828964081985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4875356828964081985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_04_15_archive.html#4875356828964081985' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RiT8dxByVfI/AAAAAAAAABY/-WRGlTxQQks/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-3099764864458872306</id><published>2007-04-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:49:40.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find that the author of this list is rather MCP. I do not totally agree. Do you ladies? 6.7.8.9.11.20.23 sounds like most commonly found in insecured boys. just like some of my past. ok. so lelaki yang lain, ada betul kah?Hati Seorang Kekasih Lelaki&gt;&gt;Bila lelaki benar-benar jatuh cinta dan setia pada kekasihnya dengan &gt;ikhlas,&gt;perubahan sikapnya amat mengejutkan. Hati lelaki yg dianggap keras </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3099764864458872306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3099764864458872306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_04_08_archive.html#3099764864458872306' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-6152008698335837077</id><published>2007-04-11T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:24:35.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im in love with all good things that come my way on my birthday months. i am blessed with great friends and family. but im missing on sumthg. i really feel the urgency to change. im trying my best so pls pray for me.it may seem far but we will reach 2 years in a blink of the eye. how fast we grew up. the last time our conversations were filled with tears, breaking ups, patching ups, flings, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6152008698335837077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6152008698335837077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_04_08_archive.html#6152008698335837077' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-3085312868610080042</id><published>2007-04-07T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T03:16:44.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3085312868610080042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3085312868610080042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3085312868610080042' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1913576302138106010</id><published>2007-04-07T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:35:28.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a few hours time, my best friend will be engaged to her love. Time really zoom past faster than you can say "heyimgorgeous!" i am really happy for her in finding happiness and true love and earning a degree and having a stable job. all of this before she even hit 23!im very proud of you honey!being engaged means having to grow up and be more responsible. and oh yes, pls aydah go learn how to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1913576302138106010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1913576302138106010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1913576302138106010' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RhaD4eopekI/AAAAAAAAABI/esaIwtlGFYE/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1241819378393104376</id><published>2007-04-01T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T05:30:03.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this week was madness. my mind was not at work. i only look forward to events after working hours. i met up with my starhub colleagues and they surprised me with my first bdae cake. met up with my loves from starhub over new york pizzas and gossips. they held a small celebrations for me. and im so happy that they actually remembered! sorry to sarhan for not wishing u earlier. bukan ku lupa...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1241819378393104376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1241819378393104376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1241819378393104376' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-7181897182482265952</id><published>2007-03-30T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T07:08:16.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whats with women and me/no/pause.read: men-o-pos. nag non stop. im being surrounded by many. can't stand it. and im blogging early in the morning means i am frustrated and irrirtated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7181897182482265952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/7181897182482265952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_03_25_archive.html#7181897182482265952' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-6168821617560135016</id><published>2007-03-29T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:15:07.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i grinned widely as i unwrapped the white ribbon and opened the blue box. i had not expected this. i had never worn any of it before. but this is an exception. i heart you. every girls dream, or at least mine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6168821617560135016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/6168821617560135016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_03_25_archive.html#6168821617560135016' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-4299128867019471459</id><published>2007-03-25T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:42:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At 23, life seems so dull. i never like the number. i look forward to all my birthdays except for 23rd. i am not sure why. I really do not feel like celebrating it big. its just certain things pulled me back and drown me into it. Yesterday night was pleasant. Everyone came for my small birthday dinner at newton. Everyone were quiet when the food came and there were no picture takings. Which was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4299128867019471459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/4299128867019471459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_03_25_archive.html#4299128867019471459' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RgZA-OWOndI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Xz_SoXqrxss/s72-c/coachwrist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-3401195483780133472</id><published>2007-03-23T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T01:41:09.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Occasional bitchfest with myself. I realise why i am so down. I realise i am lonely there compared to my previous work place. It is taking a toll on me and i think it is risky.And this does not help either. Office bitches can lick the 'upstair people' smelly arse. But backstabbers ought to be ripped apart. I demand respect and equality like everybody else. The facade put on was spectacular. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3401195483780133472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3401195483780133472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_03_18_archive.html#3401195483780133472' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-3460764592064191242</id><published>2007-03-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:37:44.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>each casting shadowsdanced the ghostly imagescoldness overcomeflickering candle flameburnt the shadow gleefullyleft me all alonei fought with myselfagain, me vs the worldcan i ever win?it is very hardbut i think the time is rightto say last goodbyeit has lost meaningswill be a long hiatusmuch love and kisses</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3460764592064191242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/3460764592064191242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_03_04_archive.html#3460764592064191242' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/Rew5AufFgMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qj3sew5Z2no/s72-c/Lay_it_on_my_lips__by_Bunnis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1776526504190242983</id><published>2007-02-28T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:37:37.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe its time for me to shut the fuck up.(i know some of you sigh in relief ) and make some sense.my mind is made up. i believe.you, you know we will work it out.thank you for ur utmost support.june it will be. i promise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1776526504190242983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1776526504190242983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#1776526504190242983' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-455647726986337058</id><published>2007-02-25T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:30:22.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last week i :- spent a good full week with my love. every single freaking day. we never get that anymore ever since he is on the night shift. it is simple. i heart him.- went for a quiet dinner at marche vivo for his bdae. bf felt quite disappointed as he thought that was it for his bdae celebrations. he called saet for plans. and my, he had a blast at rouge and momo. me, i had to take care of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/455647726986337058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/455647726986337058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#455647726986337058' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-2512070907935394255</id><published>2007-02-22T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:47:23.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the past weekend was almost perfect.dinner party. waterfalls. midnite picnic by the beach. beastie boys. my revivals. my BFFs. my BF. booze.  good food. chef skuter. ok that made me a chef vios then. hah.ok. does it sound like its almost perfect? im wrong, it is perfect.and oh not to mention, the finding of a new treasure. thanks to nanie. im addicted.life's made easier if you want to. and it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2512070907935394255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2512070907935394255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_02_18_archive.html#2512070907935394255' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-2629745253613194348</id><published>2007-02-07T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:19:23.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                 Am i fat, Felicity? They did a good touch up  on my hideous eyebags.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2629745253613194348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/2629745253613194348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_02_04_archive.html#2629745253613194348' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RcnRpxRLRlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GvO72V6lfv0/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-8779229997627155160</id><published>2007-02-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:39:56.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                    I had never sang the national anthem with so much pride. I felt so sinful for not wearing red last nite.  The lions did well and so did noh alam shah. heh. no. 8 is a sure luck no.  the game was pure madness. my hear dropped several times when attempted goals were intercepted by the thais. for once i was so proud of my country, at least we fought till the end no matter how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8779229997627155160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8779229997627155160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_01_28_archive.html#8779229997627155160' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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/_VA6qkD3mlbU/RcH2_s1IuYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Kkln-Kt9dJU/s72-c/bola.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-166191066376187896</id><published>2007-01-22T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:22:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anyone know where can i get a vintage vans sneakers with sides of brown leather? or i can just purchase anywhere? coz the one i mostly see are the ones with white sides.help.pls.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/166191066376187896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/166191066376187896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_01_21_archive.html#166191066376187896' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1476130561782052467</id><published>2007-01-18T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:19:13.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nevermind that my bed fell apart.nevermind that i lost my atm.not mention almost lost my mind.nevermind that the road tax is due on feb.nevermind that my budget is so fucked for this month.nevermind that my work is piling up.nevermind that i wont be meeting my bf for a week.nevermind that elya paid half the price for the tix half hour after i bought mine.nevermind that some guy almost jerk off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1476130561782052467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1476130561782052467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_01_14_archive.html#1476130561782052467' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-8513621079229486976</id><published>2007-01-12T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:43:36.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my HOD gets to cook for her family only once a year. and it is actually part of her resolution to sook at least once. for some, holiday starts in December. the rest of the year they are trying to regain their sanity. i slept at 2 most of the day and wakes up at 5.45. end my day 3. continue the routine. last night, i slept at 5 and woke up an hour later.the struggle within me is killing. maybe its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8513621079229486976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/8513621079229486976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#8513621079229486976' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1537902084123308471</id><published>2007-01-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:09:23.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. dis i need to blog. bf just called and had to tell me the most ridiculously girlish confession. it really does send shivers down my spine. damrn farni lah i tell you. this boy ah got loads of blunder.he called me excitedly. and i can sense him grinning from ear to ear.bf: b, i had the greatest dream ever. macam tak nak bangun sey.feeling good about myself. so preparing to list down baby talks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1537902084123308471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1537902084123308471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#1537902084123308471' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-1447235247661883333</id><published>2007-01-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:49:58.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>be strong my man. i know you will overcome the biggest hurdle. only time will heal but i know you will make it. he is in far better place and you should be happy for him. i know i can never understand how you really feel. i am speechless as i am typing this. all of us want to let you know that you have our greatest support and yes, he will be in prayers, daily. insyallah.semoga allah mencucuri </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1447235247661883333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/1447235247661883333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#1447235247661883333' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-819614617584320605</id><published>2007-01-04T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:39:44.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i rather lose my phone than my dignity.its the early january, can i just dig a hole and hide my big fat head inside?bleargh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/819614617584320605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/819614617584320605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_12_31_archive.html#819614617584320605' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116681232337950211</id><published>2006-12-23T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:31:54.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr dirtcrash doing his famous moveapa jer dia cari malam2 bawah pokok.i realli realli want to put up more pix. but the speed can go screw the fish. im sharing wireless with 2 other laptops. so go figure.everything do not land neatly on a bed of beautiful roses. i am being tied with workload again and the saddest part, its not even 2007. sadness. totally.the relationship im having with my job is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116681232337950211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116681232337950211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_12_17_archive.html#116681232337950211' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116672742416222363</id><published>2006-12-22T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:57:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i sincerely would like to apologise. i am going through a massive mood change. as of the weather. ok dont blame on the weather. my emotions decided to hang lose cause its the holiday. therefore, it gets confused.i often look out for the ocean. wondering far out and beyond. i always look for all glitter and gold. i have far too many thoughts and not to mention big ambitions. i am in my own race </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116672742416222363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116672742416222363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_12_17_archive.html#116672742416222363' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116646557043985437</id><published>2006-12-19T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:17:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the weekend madness.alot of 'trippin'.it was all good.total coolness.adventure started on thurs and dragged till today.as much as i wanted to elaborate, im dead tired.i still got my report to finish which was due in sept.2 more weeks to 2007.daym.i wish the weekend was longer.i miss the total madness althoughthere were no shopping, no window shopping, no rides.for only $150/pax for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116646557043985437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116646557043985437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_12_17_archive.html#116646557043985437' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116586564653807988</id><published>2006-12-12T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T03:34:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tend to do my work in the living room as i get total peace in the wee hour. and it really help as there is no internet connection. but today, i am still in the living room. and i am wired. shhhhh. ok. i dont know how it happen. suddenly i heard the familiar alert form my msn. yipes. den i realise, my sis had wired this laptop as well. so now im distracted. elya..help!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116586564653807988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116586564653807988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_12_10_archive.html#116586564653807988' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116574779286121521</id><published>2006-12-10T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:49:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The dude has a new toy.As much as i hated it. I have to embrace it.Love one. Love all. *sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116574779286121521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116574779286121521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_12_10_archive.html#116574779286121521' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116534313438554884</id><published>2006-12-06T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:25:34.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have we all been much of brat? admit it. we are bratty once in a while.we want others to give in to us. we whine. we shriek. we stomp our feets. we complained.i might be too late but i just want to give a few penny.singaporeans lack of resources and that may lead to an increasingly popular hobby that many have developed. complain. they do nothing but complain. but recently they have headed a step</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116534313438554884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116534313438554884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_12_03_archive.html#116534313438554884' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116508302385849291</id><published>2006-12-03T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:10:23.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bon Voyage Tina! Good luck and all the best in Doha. Happy 2007!Welcome ChaMie!! Congrats on the wedding!i am now very exhausted. dah macam pengantin. saya pon nak beradu. will update details and pictures very soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116508302385849291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116508302385849291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_12_03_archive.html#116508302385849291' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116489232405049685</id><published>2006-11-30T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:12:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have made the biggest hurdle among all of us. You took all the chances despite the odds. And you are proven winner. You life is complete now. You will be missed.One down. 5 more to go.My ChaMie 2006.Happy 22nd Birthday and ongratulations on your wedding!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116489232405049685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116489232405049685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_11_26_archive.html#116489232405049685' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116455482247245752</id><published>2006-11-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:27:02.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Itenary for Saturday 25th November 20066.00 am - Wake up7.00 am - 7.30 - Reach school/ Light breakfast7.30 am - 9.45 am - Get everything in order. Running ard the school looking for the janitor. Whoever comes back on a saturday during school holidays? ME!!! There is no one in school. That is so sad.10.00 am - 12pm - The kids came late. So everything had to be pushed forward. 4 didnt turn up so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116455482247245752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116455482247245752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_11_26_archive.html#116455482247245752' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116438826839054284</id><published>2006-11-25T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:11:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am losing my sleep and my eyebags can fill up my fats.akim,amod, wawa, mira, dyllah, jun pendek. all of you are being missed.i heart all of you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116438826839054284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116438826839054284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_11_19_archive.html#116438826839054284' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116395857590119107</id><published>2006-11-20T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:54:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how much is too much love? how much is too much sacrifice? i guess the answers are indefinite.the ride gave me too much splitting headaches. it suffocated me. work is neverending. blame my mum for emotionally blackmailing me to be in this career. sometimes i wonder why do we need to grow up?i want to be a toy 'r' us kids. i never want to grow up.wait. maybe the boys are the actual toys'r'us kids.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116395857590119107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116395857590119107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_11_19_archive.html#116395857590119107' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116344237600764943</id><published>2006-11-14T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:26:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Weekend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116344237600764943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116344237600764943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_11_12_archive.html#116344237600764943' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116308684333187253</id><published>2006-11-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:40:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know the kinda feeling you will get once in a blue moon? the strange uneasiness? i am having it now.it freaks me out.1st omen: i broke my sis engagement ring crystal glass tray2nd omen: i dreamt that i broke 4 tooth. Translation: sumone very dear to me or my immediate family about to go.3rd omen: my mum suddenly had the rashes attack that only me in the family ever had the strange rashes.4th </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116308684333187253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116308684333187253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_11_05_archive.html#116308684333187253' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116307529513328307</id><published>2006-11-09T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:28:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116307529513328307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116307529513328307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_11_05_archive.html#116307529513328307' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116283718531075049</id><published>2006-11-07T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T02:19:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Raya trip 2006 is a bit different. It seemed very greyish. Perhaps it was the weather. As i get older, i do not feel the excitement as i did a year before. maybe it is the exams period. work load. it just feel different. maybe it is because my 2 loves cant make it. :(a year back we were discussing bangkok trips, KL trips, future trips. this year, it is THE dates, HDB, loans, car, etc. it is so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116283718531075049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116283718531075049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_11_05_archive.html#116283718531075049' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116171163371064065</id><published>2006-10-25T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:40:33.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aku simpan tanduk aku buat sebulan dgn penuh sukses. i think i had jalankan ibadah lebih sempurna dari tahun2  yang lalu. alhamdulillah.i lost 3 kg but gained back 10 i think.its food at every house i visited. im sure it is the same for all.i had forgotten to wish all of u selamat hari raya aidilfitri.sekiranya termaki, ter-mengumpat, terlaser kata, terlupa nak jumpa atau tak kesampaian, terutang</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116171163371064065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116171163371064065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_10_22_archive.html#116171163371064065' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116145866999461575</id><published>2006-10-22T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T03:31:30.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> pls i beg of u. take ur mind off. watch this.to u, thanks alot. "  put on ur telekung, bentang sejadah, sembahyang hajat or dhuhah n mintak petunjuk n ketenangan"it did help.im very very happy for u. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116145866999461575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116145866999461575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_10_22_archive.html#116145866999461575' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116110701486125951</id><published>2006-10-18T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:43:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at 22, i realise being judgemental do not make u a better person.i have to look beyond and open my mind to a wider horizon.i strongly believe that the past moulded me to my present but not necessarily my future.there are rooms for improvement.i am letting go of any grudges i used to have. it is pointless. karma exist.i do not hate u or detest u. none. the feeling is empty.i feel lighter letting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116110701486125951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116110701486125951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_10_15_archive.html#116110701486125951' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116076062702501000</id><published>2006-10-14T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:30:27.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember what i wished for in my earlier entry? it came true soon after.a dazzling new pair.he's never good at giving me good surprisesor a night out filled with endless romance.but he sure knows how to make up for it.*grins*we had a long discussion and soon it hit.i know i cant be selfish but i can't help feeling crushed.if i go his way, i MAY disappoint one soul. If i go my way, I WILL </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116076062702501000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116076062702501000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_10_08_archive.html#116076062702501000' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116058643892317693</id><published>2006-10-12T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:07:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love this time of the year where the stations and everywhere else blast the raya song. it adds to the solemn atmoshpere. it just perks me up so much just to hear the same songs for the past 22 years. i still prefer the classic raya songs over the newer ones.the kids are way too cute. they danced the ronggeng like robots, adorably. but they put in a lot of effort. most will use the dance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116058643892317693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116058643892317693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_10_08_archive.html#116058643892317693' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-116020721599013307</id><published>2006-10-07T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T15:46:56.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm indulging in indonesian films. one after another. daily.dealova.heart.mengejar matahari.tentang dia. and now, its brownie ( starring dian sastro ).dealova - not worth watching. but worth listenting to the song.heart/mengejarmatahari/tentangdia - pls do cry.all of the films involve friendship. of which, i have been missing terribly.next sat will be almost 1 month i have not seen nanie &amp; chacha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116020721599013307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/116020721599013307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116020721599013307' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115980461258122940</id><published>2006-10-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:56:52.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at times, it really erks me.you are simple - minded.i dream big. at times i search for the ocean.at times, it really frustrates me.you are complacent. easily contented.i am always eager. fast - pace.at times, it really irritate me.you are patient. i am always rushing. tempremental.most of the time, it realli makes me assured.you explain. you discuss. you tamed me.i am always growling.most of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115980461258122940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115980461258122940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115980461258122940' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115963726718730004</id><published>2006-10-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:27:47.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115963726718730004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115963726718730004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115963726718730004' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115963679644483313</id><published>2006-10-01T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:19:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just got time to mess with the slides.so hady won. but not many are convinced. why my dear?Vocally, it is obvious hady is stronger.I am disappointed though with the judges comments.I hope Hady wont be affected by the bad press.Bak kata pepatah Hang Tuah, ' Takkan Melayu Hilang Di Dunia'. Hidup Melayu!Talking about Hang Tuah. I have bought the front seats for PGLM. Woot!Cant wait balls.So, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115963679644483313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115963679644483313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115963679644483313' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115876953105656086</id><published>2006-09-21T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:25:31.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm smittened all over again.can you tell?oh, everybody is smitten too?ok. Happy Ramadhan.Posa jangan tak posa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115876953105656086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115876953105656086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_09_17_archive.html#115876953105656086' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115851084555132500</id><published>2006-09-18T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:44:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>km 8. doped.dealova. doped.apollo. doped.girlfriends. doped.my boy. super doped.Happy 22nd Birthday Girlfriend!Heart you till your last tooth drop.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115851084555132500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115851084555132500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_09_17_archive.html#115851084555132500' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115830830184190637</id><published>2006-09-15T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:18:21.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i tell you. mummy  loves me and i love her too.she bought me and my sis a big toy last mth. and now she bought me a new toy. i have been yearning for it ever since forever. i had fallen in love with the hobby but i am just too lazy to carry it out. i had been thinking of getting the 2nd hands but not too sure of its capability. but we were browsing and mummy finds that the price is reasonable. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115830830184190637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115830830184190637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_09_10_archive.html#115830830184190637' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115791012219516764</id><published>2006-09-11T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:42:02.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It hit me yesterday.Me and my family, najib and him. Watching the soccer. Watching the family video.Together at the TV room.I am having bad cramps and anxiety attack.I am afraid that i will be a financial retard.Dammit. I could have save up alot with my previous job. Dammit.Now, all i can do is to restrain.I pray hard. Thank god fasting month is approaching.Save money.This year i am not going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115791012219516764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115791012219516764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_09_10_archive.html#115791012219516764' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115779313335899121</id><published>2006-09-09T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:12:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our first dance. Our first kiss.It was beautiful. addictive. refreshing. You painted a beautiful rainbow amidst the grey sky.It was unintended.unexpected.unpredictable. Everything fall to places with comfort and at ease.It is enchanting. perfect. complete. With you, I find eternal bliss. Happy 3rd year anniversary, love. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115779313335899121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115779313335899121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_09_03_archive.html#115779313335899121' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115769938471048742</id><published>2006-09-08T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:09:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the ultimate hibernation.that is what the holiday is about. it is the ultimate freedom.i slept through the day. first thing is to look for my remote. switch on the tv, cable, dvd. had an affair with the bed. sleep again. wake up. surf the net. call the bf. call the friends.  go out. come back surf net. laze ard.it is the unproductive holiday ever.i can'e even bother to check my mail or do msn or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115769938471048742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115769938471048742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_09_03_archive.html#115769938471048742' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115747948045152898</id><published>2006-09-06T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T02:08:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He paid his due today and i am happy. The last time it was before my 21st birthday. Ever since then, i have been bugging him to make a short trip to Sentosa. Promise was made for my birthday celebration, then following month and followed. From march up till sept. It takes 6 freakin months to get my wish granted. Itu batu ada duduk atas kepala. So degil. Refuse to acknowledge my request because he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115747948045152898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115747948045152898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_09_03_archive.html#115747948045152898' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115739053605806657</id><published>2006-09-05T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:22:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It had been a very busy week lately.Life's a bliss, for now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115739053605806657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115739053605806657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_09_03_archive.html#115739053605806657' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115652274556563698</id><published>2006-08-26T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:19:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me: saper takut lipas?all: saya!d girl: tak takut.me: awak tak takut? cicak?d girl: tidakme: wah, berani betul awak. hantu pon tidak?d girl: saya tak takut apa2. mak saya kata kita harus takut dengan Allah swt aje.me: (taken aback) hmm...betul. rasa takut dengan tuhan lain. (trying to explain the diffierence) awak ada rasa takut tak dengan ibu bapa?d girl: tak. buat apa nak takut dengan mereka </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115652274556563698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115652274556563698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115652274556563698' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115621848347836108</id><published>2006-08-22T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:48:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The manje and most baby of the lot got engaged last weekend on her 21st birthday. How time realli flies. I only got close during late last year. I think ard hari raya period. she is candid and very very much adorable. she is my mira manje.       haha. even during her being the most prettiest and at her most wanita melayu terakhir mode, she is still so crappy. she was jumping ard and cracking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115621848347836108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115621848347836108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115621848347836108' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115557786005098074</id><published>2006-08-15T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:51:00.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sister was clearing the drawers and wardrobe to make way for all her stuffs. Her shipment came in 8 big boxes. She spent her weekend unpacking all her stuffs. Nway, while clearing the drawers, she found heaps of long lost friendship hidden. Loads of letters from my close friends dated decades ago. My good friends went back to their respective countries after the PSLE result. For some, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115557786005098074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115557786005098074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_08_13_archive.html#115557786005098074' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115557133856351081</id><published>2006-08-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:02:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quit = to discontinue totally.Quiting = in process to discontinue totally.I have quit.I am quiting.See the difference?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115557133856351081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115557133856351081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_08_13_archive.html#115557133856351081' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115543999588349941</id><published>2006-08-13T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T11:33:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dilla has been pestering me to update. :) ok so here's the piece.This entry marked my 300th post since 2003. Yeah. Happy 300th entries!!! You've been good to me.  We started off small but we managed for 3 good years. Thank you for listening to my rantings and being a good buddy. Cheers to you!8th Aug.I found a machine that can make lose alot of weight, fsat. My new diet plan, The Vios. Aka Our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115543999588349941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115543999588349941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_08_13_archive.html#115543999588349941' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115461234906272668</id><published>2006-08-03T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:52:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been almost 2 weeks. im adapting to changes ard me. my sis came back for good. so i have late night companion and i dont need nanie. haha. lerp lerp lah. i am just hoping the new change would not rob me out of my time with my lovelies.life is good for now. being an adult is such a pain and expensive.can i please put a 2 cents on singapore idol?you may want to throw eggs at me, but honestly, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115461234906272668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115461234906272668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_07_30_archive.html#115461234906272668' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115411018018562442</id><published>2006-07-29T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:09:40.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am still in daze. i did not expect to be very much affected with the transition. i was teleported to a whole new dimension. i am shameful that i was very much unprepared for the change and was caught off-guard. i met several familiar faces and was slightly relieve at the network. but once thrown into the jungle, i am all alone. i am still petrified, intimidated and unsure. u cant fight a war </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115411018018562442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115411018018562442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_07_23_archive.html#115411018018562442' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115367629915656429</id><published>2006-07-24T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:38:19.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. i was clearing my data as i have loads of pics that i need to back up. FYI, if i dun get a monitor soon, i will lose all my BKK love story just like i did to my Bintan love story. So, i was burning all the peeks to CD when i came across this. Gosh, i miss them so much. This was my 1s job that i really love. If they pay me real well with good benefits, i would have stayed longer. Adcos Dept.Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115367629915656429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115367629915656429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_07_23_archive.html#115367629915656429' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115367291151974609</id><published>2006-07-24T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:41:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember when i said i had a dysfunctional digestive system. well its here again, except its on reverse mode. i cant throw it out. d last time i know, i had to visit the loo at least 3 times within a span of 5 hours. now, i wish i can visit the loo at least once. it stop functioning since lst nite. and my tummy is in serious need to throw out. daym u. i seriously need to go back to the doc who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115367291151974609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115367291151974609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_07_23_archive.html#115367291151974609' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115349364186027190</id><published>2006-07-21T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:54:01.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so very miserable and depressed. what a way to welcome my new career.im down with horrible fever and left with huge bumps.trust me. i look alienated. but bf said he would still marry me. aww.i scare off nanie and elya. pondering whether i shd scare all of u.but i will save all the trouble.my right eyes is so swollen that i can barely open my eyes. my forehead is bigger and larger than life. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115349364186027190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115349364186027190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115349364186027190' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115299074502939336</id><published>2006-07-16T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T03:38:46.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will miss all the benefits and freebies that you have showered me.my farewell gift! cute kan! i've been wanting this since forever. elya has the mini m&amp;m container and i have this. together we can make a mini arcade. haha.My dearest manager fave this to me coz apparently he kept saying i;ve gone dry skin. oh well, i heart him. its hard to find a SNAG. he knows whats best for a lady. My best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115299074502939336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115299074502939336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115299074502939336' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115295497799929508</id><published>2006-07-15T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T17:16:18.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night was packed with mixed emotion. it is an end of my journey wt SH. after almost 1 1/2 years working there, i am moving on to a bigger commitment. everyone bade me farewell. i could almost tear. there are so many people i am gonna miss. i can't lie and say that i will meet up with the rest of you as often. i will miss our ciggie talk days. the 5 min ciggie gathering. the karaoke days. the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115295497799929508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115295497799929508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_07_09_archive.html#115295497799929508' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098034.post-115273058185884808</id><published>2006-07-13T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:56:21.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have never been nervous this much. i do not anticipate for the day to come. but it has to. it was ages since i last took any serious tests. really. back in poly, life's a breeze. so this, although often use daily, is still one of my biggest challenge so far.as i take a look at the test paper, it gives me shiver. i have yet to take it. but its 5 days away. so god bless me.gosh.im having sore eye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115273058185884808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098034/posts/default/115273058185884808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beroque.blogspot.com/2006_07_09_archive.html#115273058185884808' title=''/><author><name>betsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14899837637961755083</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></entry></feed>
