<?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-8029399</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:49:30.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel Swirls On Whipped Cream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-113760733876601938</id><published>2006-01-19T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:08:54.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.i.n.k.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Welcome, dear all, into the world of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where all invited wear the color&lt;br /&gt;Shirts and skirts, ties and hats&lt;br /&gt;Balloons, plates and music too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawns and noodles&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus and jelly&lt;br /&gt;Food and drinks all alike&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in the sweetest shade of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant, the firefly&lt;br /&gt;The ant and the giraffe&lt;br /&gt;Merciless Uno and tongue-twisting Taboo&lt;br /&gt;Who could resist these silly games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forfeits were created&lt;br /&gt;All for her pleasure&lt;br /&gt;To watch from her seat&lt;br /&gt;But little did she know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; panther she became&lt;br /&gt;The hustle she did&lt;br /&gt;Entertained they were&lt;br /&gt;As laughter filled the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents, presents, lovely presents&lt;br /&gt;Carebear dates, fiery red wallet&lt;br /&gt;Carved candle and garlic-ky necklace&lt;br /&gt;All from the funky &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few loyal &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;IES stayed&lt;br /&gt;Till the wee hours of the morning&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears they became&lt;br /&gt;Until one actually drifted off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is now&lt;br /&gt;Quarter of a century old&lt;br /&gt;Still panthering, still hustling&lt;br /&gt;Definitely still &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-113760733876601938?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/113760733876601938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=113760733876601938' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/113760733876601938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/113760733876601938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2006/01/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-113228880684976534</id><published>2005-11-18T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:40:06.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am so sick of it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am on the verge of crying right now out of frustration but I won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of deals falling through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Been working on a deal for like 2-3 months. A big one. To me at least. Put in all the effort, fought hard for it. Finally got the approval and then sent the offer to the customer. After 1 month, they come back and tell me today "Well, I don't think it's gonna work." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Couple of months back, I met with a prospect. He seemed totally keen. Both him and his partner signed on the forms. Done deal right? Ha!!!!!!! LIKE REAL!!! On the day of execution, I got a call and he said "Sorry, can you hold the forms? I think we don't want to do it." Even signing on the dotted line means nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;2 months ago, met with a prospect too. She's really nice and friendly. Signed the forms and sent to her partner overseas to sign too. Got them back but didn't send them back to me. I called up and what do I hear? Say it with me pple. "Sorry, if you can't do this and that, then my boss won't agree." First of all, I laid all the terms on the table. So what's this so-called miscommunication???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am sick of this! I hate promises! I don't want anyone to ever make any promise to me cos promises seem so cheap nowadays. They say one thing and do another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nobody's word is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;NOBODY but God. Thankfully there's still that ONE that we can count on. If not, I might just go insane! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But for now, remind me NEVER to be so gullible and hopeful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-113228880684976534?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/113228880684976534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=113228880684976534' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/113228880684976534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/113228880684976534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-so-sick-of-iti-am-on-verge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-113043370290514708</id><published>2005-10-28T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:46:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I really thank God for the time I shared with my family in Malaysia when we attended my grandma's funeral wake. Grandma has returned to the Lord and I’m glad that through this, my family has had the opportunity to listen to God’s word through the pastor's sharing during the services. I'm also thankful for the rest that we had as we spent the few days catching up with relatives and just being close to one another. I love spending time with my parents especially when we're not bogged down by work and all that. It’s nice just holding their hands and ya… basically enjoying every minute of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thank God for the healthy and able body that I've been blessed with. I was reminded of this when I helped out at nursery in church last Sunday. Little Aaron was there. He is this really sweet and affectionate little boy. He always gives a great big hug when I ask for one and gladly clings onto me when I carry him. Such a sweetie! He’s a little autistic but he has improved so much in the past year! He barely uttered a word when he first joined us in nursery but now, he responds to us and even says a couple of sentences and sometimes sings a few words of the songs. One of the aunties in nursery told about how Aaron demonstrates his love to his parents by helping to take care of his little brother. Aaron's parents are deaf and mute and so he needs to inform them when he hears his little brother crying. It's times like these that I realize I’ve been taking my health and senses for granted. So, the next time you and I complain about our physical attributes such as how fat/thin or tall/ short we are, let us just remember that we are privileged to have able bodies to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, thank you Lord for the lovely little chats that I have with my parents. I was painting my mom’s nails earlier while she and my dad shared stories from the past. Stories about the times they shared before they got married, and also about my grandparents, aunts and uncles. It’s so fascinating! I’m glad for these special moments that give me insight into my parent's lives when they were younger. These stories should really be compiled and made into a movie! It would definitely be the first local movie that I'll pay to watch! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to thank God for everyday. They may not be anything new but if we are always too caught up with work or friends then we may never realize how blessed we are. Let’s always slow down and give thanks. It's just like driving on a road, isn't it? The faster we go, the faster things zoom by without much recognition. Remember, always slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-113043370290514708?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/113043370290514708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=113043370290514708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/113043370290514708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/113043370290514708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-slow-down-i-really-thank-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-112835954067287427</id><published>2005-10-04T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:26:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Met your old crush recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Can you remember your old crush? You know, the boy from your school. (Or girl...) The one that you swooned about to your friends. The one that you stole glances at to see if he noticed you? What if you were to see him five years later? When you've *ahem* seen the world, wised up, matured? You get the idea.Well, I saw my ex-crush recently. Totally random. Totally out of the blue. I think I was so surprised to see him my eyes nearly popped out from their sockets!! This may seem foreign to those of you who only know the now-me. The sane me. OH yes… those were the days when the boy drove me crazy with his awesome guitar skills, silly comments, one letter and even vote of support for me at the nationals tournament. Alright alright... Let me compose myself. Breathe... Back to the encounter... We didn't say much. Just exchanged hellos and made some small talk. Kinda sad, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;So, how's it five years later? Well, it's erm... different, to say the least. Well, certainly not everything's changed. He still looks good! (Darn!!!!!) As for me, I gotta admit that my heart DID race a couple of beats faster BUT I know that I've changed. I'm not the same girl that I was back then. The girl that had little confidence and almost lost her senses when she wanted to tell him of her little crush. Pfft!!! Madness! Don't even talk to me about it. I was definitely insane!! But hey! Thank God for good friends that told me it was a bad idea!!! (Thanks babes!! You know who you are!) So yes, my conclusion is that a couple of years does make one a little wiser and much less impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun seeing an ex-crush after a couple years. Spent a few moments swooning with a girlfriend. But but but... please don't go off thinking that I've been zapped back to my school days because I know he was just a crush. Yes, he was just a crush and an ex-crush 5 years later remains an ex-crush. Sob!! JUST KIDDING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Btw, those of you who know this boy, please... SHUSH!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-112835954067287427?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/112835954067287427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=112835954067287427' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/112835954067287427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/112835954067287427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/10/met-your-old-crush-recentlycan-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-112575360475155737</id><published>2005-09-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:35:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Time for a monthly update.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Went to a friend's party some weeks ago. Met some new pple. With my permission, my friend gave my number to one of her guy friends. BIG MISTAKE. Boy, was it a big mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, let's just cut to the chase and talk about yesterday night. Well this dude asked me out to some art exhibition thingy and dinner with his friends. It was erm... interesting. Maybe I should avoid describing yesterday's series of unfortunate events and give some helpful tips to the guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;1) Do not tell the girl at 7pm that you are not able to turn up at 7pm and will be there at 7.30pm instead. That is rather late notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;2) Do not turn up at 8pm instead of 7.30pm especially after rescheduling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;3) Do not assume that the girl is able to bear with her hunger and go for an art exhibition at 8pm. Instead, please ask her for her opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;4) Do arrange such that dinner does not take place at 9.30pm when the girl's about to faint from starvation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;5) Do not try to impress. Just be yourself. Girls do appreciate honest sharing. Dude, we're not blind. We can tell when you're faking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;6) Do not show off. Not all girls are into the kinda car you drive. Neither do we don't care about how exclusive your car is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;7) Do not place your hp ON the table and sms unnecessarily. Isn't that kinda rude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;8) Do brief your friends so they won't embarrass the girl by saying "Hey, so you're the hot chick?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;9) Do not try to make the girl feel bad for heading off to another appointment by suggesting that she "ditched" you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;10) Do be sincere about wanting to know the girl and establishing a friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;There you go! Ten helpful tips. Is anyone thinking "WHOA!! This girl has got high standards?" Is it really high?? I hope not! The ten tips boil down to whether or not one is sincere about wanting to know the person. So, chill. Don't try too hard, just be yourself and all (or almost all) will be well. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-112575360475155737?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/112575360475155737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=112575360475155737' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/112575360475155737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/112575360475155737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-for-monthly-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-112348053904954081</id><published>2005-08-08T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:55:39.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Hope Is You&lt;/u&gt; (Third Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;To you, O Lord, I lift my soul&lt;br /&gt;In you, O God, I place my trust&lt;br /&gt;Do not let me be put to shame&lt;br /&gt;Nor let my enemies triumph over me&lt;br /&gt;My hope is you&lt;br /&gt;Show me your ways&lt;br /&gt;Guide me in truth&lt;br /&gt;In all my days&lt;br /&gt;My hope is you&lt;br /&gt;I am, O Lord, filled with your love&lt;br /&gt;You are, O God, my salvation&lt;br /&gt;Guard my life and rescue me&lt;br /&gt;My broken spirit shouts&lt;br /&gt;My mended heart cries out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I could not have found better words to express my feelings. The words of the song did it so well. With a weary heart and constant anxiety, I can only look upon the Lord for love. I can only lift up my soul to Him. I can only ask Him to guard my heart that I do not be overwhelmed by everyday's demands. He is truly my only refuge and fortress (Psalm 91:2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Psalm 91&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High&lt;br /&gt;will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress,&lt;br /&gt;my God, in whom I trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare&lt;br /&gt;and from the deadly pestilence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;He will cover you with his feathers,&lt;br /&gt;and under his wings you will find refuge;&lt;br /&gt;his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;You will not fear the terror of night,&lt;br /&gt;nor the arrow that flies by day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;nor the plague that destroys at midday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand may fall at your side,&lt;br /&gt;ten thousand at your right hand,&lt;br /&gt;but it will not come near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;You will only observe with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and see the punishment of the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;If you make the Most High your dwelling—&lt;br /&gt;even the LORD, who is my refuge-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt; then no harm will befall you,&lt;br /&gt;no disaster will come near your tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;For he will command his angels concerning you&lt;br /&gt;to guard you in all your ways;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will lift you up in their hands,&lt;br /&gt;so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;&lt;br /&gt;you will trample the great lion and the serpent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him;&lt;br /&gt;I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;He will call upon me, and I will answer him;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with him in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;I will deliver him and honor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt; With long life will I satisfy him&lt;br /&gt;and show him my salvation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-112348053904954081?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/112348053904954081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=112348053904954081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/112348053904954081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/112348053904954081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-hope-is-you-third-day-to-you-o-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-111855801866908733</id><published>2005-06-12T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T14:33:38.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;June Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hi peeps! Time for a bit of an update... Been a whole month. Crazy few weeks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went to Bangkok after I resigned from my previous company. It was a great time of shopping and more shopping. Would have preferred to go Europe but due to the timing of things (i.e. starting of my new job), I had to postpone it indefinitely. AGAIN. Ina, Wesley and Benoist, you guys have got to come visit me man! At least I got to see Aurelie when she made stopover here. The Thai pple are so friendly! Really sweet... The only downside of the trip was my food poisoning experience on the 2nd last night that i was there. WHOA!!! It was PAINFUL to the max!!! Thank God it was better the next day! But weak as I was, I still dragged myself to Mah Bu Kong (MBK) shopping centre and purchased another 7 pairs of shoes! hehe... Grand total: 10 pairs of shoes purchased!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Started my new job on 1st June at my new company. Things are going pretty ok. Fast! But at least the people are nice. So that helps a lot! Had a teary farewell at my old office. It's bittersweet. Exciting to start a new job but at the same time sad to leave the good friends I've made at the old place. It felt like graduation. Bizarre huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Attended my friend's wedding on 4th of June. That was even more bizarre. For those of you who read my earlier entry about my friend being engaged? Well, she's now happily married! I'm really happy for her. Both her husband and her (feels weird to say her husband and her but anyways) looked sooo happy and in love. It's wonderful. :) Was a beautiful wedding at Sentosa island. Really beautiful. So, that's one wedding down and another 3 to go this year! I should really start getting used to this huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alright, enough procrasination! Time to study for tomorrow's test. ARGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-111855801866908733?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/111855801866908733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=111855801866908733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/111855801866908733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/111855801866908733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/06/june-updatehi-peeps-time-for-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-111496785123350849</id><published>2005-05-02T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T01:17:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye for now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;While we were never close,&lt;br /&gt;I do feel sad about your leaving us so soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I thank God that you are in Heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the presence of our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the hymnal you gave;&lt;br /&gt;The first mention of God and&lt;br /&gt;The occasional calls to remind me&lt;br /&gt;About praying for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lived your life as best as you could.&lt;br /&gt;Life was never a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;But you endured and&lt;br /&gt;Hung on to the promises of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sing praises to God&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Sit at His feet,&lt;br /&gt;Worship and adore our sweet, sweet Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-111496785123350849?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/111496785123350849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=111496785123350849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/111496785123350849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/111496785123350849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/05/goodbye-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-111319880755030842</id><published>2005-04-11T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:55:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saw the sweetest boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I saw the sweetest teenage boy yesterday. Got a bit of the cool look sitting by himself. But after a little while, this old lady nudges him and passes her handbag to him. He takes it and holds with both hands. Note: he didn't look embarrassed at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Later on, he rings the bell and helps his grandma down the bus. Guess what? This sweet boy holds his grandma with his right hand and her handbag in his other hand. This is the kind of sons we want! :) Boys that'll grow up into gentlemen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So sweet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh btw, just a little sidetrack. I won the tournament afterall. :) Yippy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-111319880755030842?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/111319880755030842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=111319880755030842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/111319880755030842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/111319880755030842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/04/saw-sweetest-boy-i-saw-sweetest.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-111205046761603569</id><published>2005-03-29T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T07:01:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time for some updates!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;(At 6 plus in the morning!! Woke up super early at 5 plus! In fact, it was before my alarm went off!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow!! It's been about two months since my last entry!! Busy with work, tired, lazy... The usual. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So! Just to give the latest, March has been a crazy month at work but it should be better by the end of it which is in a couple of days. I've been playing in a tennis tournament organized by my company. Made it to the finals. Quite apprehensive about it cos I played against my opponent just 1 or 2 weeks ago and I lost to her. I hope I play a better game this time round. My last game with her sucked BIG TIME!!! Yucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've also been learning driving. Into my 5th lesson today. It's pretty fun!! I realised that it takes quite a lot of concentration. I had this instructor for my 3rd lesson that wouldn't keep yakking!!!! My goodness.. I was that close to telling him "Alright dude! I hear you but can you just zip it for a minute cos I can't focus here!" Yeah but of cos i didn't!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's been some change at work. I have a new team leader who's really nice and he's been teaching us a lot of things so that's really great! I guess I've been pretty fortunate with my team leaders so far. I'm so glad I stuck around till now. It's been 1 year and 3 months now. Wow.. So amazing just thinking about my first three months when I was so miserable!! Got a bit of an encouragement too with a pay rise and bonus. Yippy yay!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, for you folks in Europe, this is nothing new. I am finally planning a 2-wk trip to France and Spain this summer. Woohoo!! You guys know I've been wanting to go Europe for the longest time now. The tentative dates now are: Arrive in Paris 25th June. Spend about 7 or 8 days in Paris and Nice. The rest of the days will be spent in Barcelona. So I guess we're looking at starting the Barcelona adventure on 2 July? Thereabout I guess... Guys i know I've been bouncing a lot of emails but please bear with me k? It'll be much better once I have confirmed the dates and booked the flights! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok! That's the bit of update for now! Ooh... I'm getting hungry!! Thinking about the century egg and pork porridge. Yummy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-111205046761603569?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/111205046761603569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=111205046761603569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/111205046761603569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/111205046761603569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-for-some-updates-at-6-plus-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110675558710779884</id><published>2005-01-26T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T00:11:26.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I do thank God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;oh so often for the good colleagues that I have which more than make up for the sucky days at work. When the back is sore from stabs and the ear is weary from rude customers, it's good to know there's actually a friend at work. Sisters in Christ. Sisters who would spur you on in God's name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If there's anything good that came out of work, it must be the friendships that I have been blessed with. It's good to be able to go for Bible study with your colleagues. To be discussing about the book of Mark and growing in the Lord together. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I've had two REALLY sucky days at work but I thank God that I am able to offer thanksgiving for the friends I have in and out of office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;In fact, thank you Lord that I'm finally posting a more joyful entry!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110675558710779884?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110675558710779884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110675558710779884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110675558710779884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110675558710779884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-do-thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110493563950658593</id><published>2005-01-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:36:46.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;is my birthday. Thanks to all of you who wished me well and remembered. :) It's really sweet of you. Your sms-es, card and emails mean a lot to me. I can't say that this was my best bday ever. In fact, it was one with a heavy heart. I don't really wanna spell out the way I feel. But, I did start on a poem (sort of a poem, I suppose) as I was walking home tonight. Hopefully it'll give you a glimpse of my heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mere sayings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasted time, wasted tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasted lives, wasted fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasted falls, wasted miles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasted leaps, wasted smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasted words, wasted songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasted hellos, wasted byes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet, He says...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time passed, tears wiped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lives redeemed, fears unfound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falls taught, paths forged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith leapt, smiles warmed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words touched, songs lifted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hellos started, byes drifted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110493563950658593?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110493563950658593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110493563950658593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110493563950658593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110493563950658593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-is-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110484665795160594</id><published>2005-01-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T21:54:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;She goes out for a walk&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces pass her by&lt;br /&gt;She wonders if she'll ever be one of them&lt;br /&gt;Yet there were times when it didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;When she was happy just being her&lt;br /&gt;Where have those days gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns her face only to familiar voices&lt;br /&gt;Telling her what she should do.&lt;br /&gt;She says, leave me alone and let me be!&lt;br /&gt;Voices are raised&lt;br /&gt;Blood is racing&lt;br /&gt;Slam! The door is shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries but they don't know&lt;br /&gt;There's pain but it doesn't show&lt;br /&gt;She's tired of everyday's sights and sounds&lt;br /&gt;She wants out.&lt;br /&gt;She runs.&lt;br /&gt;She's gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110484665795160594?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110484665795160594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110484665795160594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110484665795160594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110484665795160594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2005/01/she-she-goes-out-for-walk-happy-faces.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110432319294918685</id><published>2004-12-29T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:27:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BAD BAD DAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;EXHAUSTED&lt;/span&gt; by the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt; cos of the air-con in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; and pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VEXED&lt;/span&gt; by phonecalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;PUZZLED&lt;/span&gt; by mean customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;At least the day has ended.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110432319294918685?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110432319294918685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110432319294918685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110432319294918685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110432319294918685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/bad-bad-day-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110425469040222923</id><published>2004-12-29T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T01:27:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you already know that I love the phantom?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Who doesn't know abt my obsession with the phantom? Please raise your hand! Let me tell you ALL abt phantom'04. Phantom @ Gerard Butler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The sexiest masked man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The sexiest half a face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The beautiful voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The heart- wrenching acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Altight alright... I'll be fair. Christine, (er, dunno her real name but anyways...) is a really good actress too. Her version of Christine is sweeter and more wide-eyed. Her voice is really sweet. I like it better than the Sarah Brightman version. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So, as with Darcy and Wickham, Cyclops and Wolverine, there's Phantom and Raoul. Is there any question abt the winner? Darcy! Wolverine! PHANTOM! Don't try to figure out the pattern. There really isn't any!! In the case of Phantom and Raoul, it's gotta P's charm and maturity. The bit with his obsession with Christine is a little freaky but let's just be positive and read it as ... hmm... a very deep sense of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyways, enough of my swooning. Please go catch the movie even if you have seen the musical. I have seen the stage performance so trust me on this. It's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110425469040222923?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110425469040222923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110425469040222923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110425469040222923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110425469040222923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-you-already-know-that-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110397359163151507</id><published>2004-12-25T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T19:22:26.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do love this time of the year! But this year was especially special cos my sister and her family AND my two good friends Chin Chin and May attended my church's X'mas eve service yesterday. PUll factor: Yours truly acted in the skit. Not a big roll but they were nice enough come. I believe it was God that made it possible for them to attend and I thank God they made the time and effort to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;After that celebration, some of us headed off to Old Brown Shoe for a drink. It's quite a nice pub with live music and free food... hehe... :) Free food, definitely pull factor. Played some silly but very fun games and headed home for a good night's rest. Yawn... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas this year was a little special cos we had a Christmas lunch at home. No turkey.. But we had KFC and pizza.. Then the kids opened the presents that were under the X'mas tree. :) Will try to post pics when I get them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alrighty.. heading out now. So, before the day ends, Merry X'mas to one and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110397359163151507?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110397359163151507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110397359163151507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110397359163151507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110397359163151507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-i-do-love-this-time-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110373515895710076</id><published>2004-12-23T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T01:08:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ever wondered when one officially becomes an adult?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Isn't it weird how there is this transition from being a child to being an adult? I can't quite express what I'm trying to say. Well, I know nobody stops being somebody's child but there is that point when it hits you. Hmm... I think I'm an adult now. With responsibilities. With people recognising me as an adult and not a "pre-adult" anymore. Am I making sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;When I was a student, I always thought that an adult is one that has a degree. And when I obtained mine, I didn't seem to fit the bill of an adult. So then I figured an adult must have a 9-5 job. Now, I work. I have a 9-6.30 job. Darn. Longer hours and yet I still don't feel like an adult. I pretend to be an adult when I talk to my customers and my boss but that's about it. Back home with my family and friends, I'm a "pre-adult". So, I guess working doesn't make me an adult. Hmm... perhaps, marriage makes one an adult. Or at least having peers who are married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Guess what? I met up with my secondary school ex-classmates earlier for dinner and one of them is engaged and will be getting married next June. I'm really happy for her cos she seems really happy and it's just lovely to see an old friend moving on to another phase of her life. But ding ding!!! I have a peer who's gonna be married! So....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;a) A bachelor's degree ---------- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;b) 9-5 or well, 6.30 job --------- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;c) Engaged/ married peers ----- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;d) Starting to feel adult-ish? ----- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check! And double check!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;So yeah, I gotta admit that I finally do feel like an adult now. Instead of a child trying to be an adult, I'm probably just an adult with a kiddy side... :) Cheers to adulthood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110373515895710076?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110373515895710076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110373515895710076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110373515895710076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110373515895710076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/ever-wondered-when-one-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110304347729961076</id><published>2004-12-15T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:57:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/PICT0156.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/PICT0156.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful Shanghai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110304347729961076?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110304347729961076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110304347729961076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304347729961076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304347729961076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/colourful-shanghai.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110304319278914869</id><published>2004-12-15T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:53:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/PICT0096.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/PICT0096.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Foot steps into Beijing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110304319278914869?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110304319278914869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110304319278914869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304319278914869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304319278914869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/big-foot-steps-into-beijing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110304289047795824</id><published>2004-12-15T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:48:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/PICT0056.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/PICT0056.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forbidden City/ Imperial Palace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110304289047795824?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110304289047795824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110304289047795824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304289047795824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304289047795824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/forbidden-city-imperial-palace.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110304148294898213</id><published>2004-12-15T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:24:42.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/PICT0104.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/PICT0104.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes for the bound feet. Abt the length of my palm (and u know how small my palm is).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110304148294898213?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110304148294898213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110304148294898213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304148294898213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304148294898213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/shoes-for-bound-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110304075501776345</id><published>2004-12-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:12:35.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/PICT0072.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/PICT0072.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the guard at one of the "pitstops" at the Great Wall. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110304075501776345?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110304075501776345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110304075501776345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304075501776345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110304075501776345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-and-guard-at-one-of-pitstops-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110192135025482728</id><published>2004-12-11T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T11:56:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Back from China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I went to Beijing and Shanghai with my parents in November. It was such an amazing trip. First of all, I really enjoyed the company of my parents. It's such a joy to be able to spend so much time with them. Second of all, I totally love Beijing!! (Trust me on this guys and girls, Shanghai's not that great in comparison.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ancient architecture is so fascinating. One of my fave has got to be the Gu Gong, (Imperial Palace/ Forbidden City). It’s soooo magnificent and beautiful!! It helps to have a really imaginative mind and picture the emperors, concubines and scholars living there. It’s kinda surreal to be walking on premises that have such a long history. I can’t quite describe the feeling but it was good one. Then there was also Tiananmen Square and the Great Wall where I took a picture with a guard there cos I thought that his uniform was pretty cool. He was quite funny! I asked if I could take a picture with him and he was like mm..mm… hao ba! Hao ba! Kuai yi dian! (literally meaning ok! Ok! hurry up!) I think he wasn’t supposed to but he was nice enough to smile for the picture. I'll post up the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other interesting places were the Yi He Yuan (Summer Palace) and Ming Tombs. The Summer Palace is beautiful but it also kinda gave me the feeling that some Emperors and Empresses were just too free and had free access to funds. Let’s take Empress CiXi for example. She built this marble boat (we’re talking life-size boat which cannot sail) on the edge of the lakeside of Lake Kunming using funds which were saved to modernize the Chinese Navy! Man!!! Next, there’s this shop-lined street called Suzhou Street. Apparently, the emperor, empress and his concubines wanted to do marketing like the commoners so eunuchs played the part of stall holders and they even had special currency to buy veg and meat even though they really didn’t have to. So basically, it was like role-play!!! Then, there were also the eunuchs who had to plunge into the pool and ensure that there’s always a fish on the hook of the emperor’s fishing rod. Sigh… so bizarre!! But hey!! Don’t get me wrong! There are emperors who did some really good things for the country so they aren’t all bad. There was this dude that wanted to bring in foreign ideas into China and well... sad to say, he ended up being imprisoned in his own palace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyways, I guess you get the idea. The beautiful architecture in Beijing really blew me away. I'll put up more photos so you guys can see what i mean. :) Look out for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110192135025482728?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110192135025482728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110192135025482728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110192135025482728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110192135025482728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-from-china-as-most-of-you-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110192033153845187</id><published>2004-12-02T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T00:58:51.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/PICT0069.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/PICT0069.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climb on the Great Wall begins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110192033153845187?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110192033153845187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110192033153845187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110192033153845187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110192033153845187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/climb-on-great-wall-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-110191928400786634</id><published>2004-12-02T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T00:41:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/PICT0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/PICT0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple of Heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-110191928400786634?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/110191928400786634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=110191928400786634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110191928400786634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/110191928400786634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/12/temple-of-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109967745617374981</id><published>2004-11-06T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:57:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The God of Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Came back from cell group just a couple of hours ago. We had the privilege of having a "guest" to share her experiences as a missionary and basically, her life story. Wow.. her life is so eventful. But best of all, she is so so close to God. He is her "best friend". How wonderful is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seeing and hearing her share how God has preserved her life and revealed His plan is just amazing. It was a miraculous conversion. Her house was a buddhist temple, her mom was a medium and as a child, she was identified as one of the two kids that hung out with Guan Yin (I hope i got this part right) and was training to be a medium. For the benefit of those of you who have no idea what i'm talking about, Guan Yin is believed to be the Goddess of Mercy by the Buddhists. One day, she happened to walk past a church, decided to listen to the sermon and there and then prayed and accepted Jesus to be her Lord and Savior! It's so amazing cos she would have been a so-called "tough nut to crack" but well, you know God, He is truly a God of the impossible. After two and a half months of prayer, her mom went thru' spiritual battles but at the end, came to accept Christ as Lord and Savior and the very next day, cleared out all the idols in their home. Wow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Her life has certainly not been a bed of roses. It's been tough BUT seeing her relationship with God makes me realise that it's all worth it. He is involved in all aspects of her life. He unveils His plan for her as she trusts in the Lord. Providing people, programs etc... It's just so wonderful to see this glow in her face as she talks about how God has worked in her life and revealed His plan step by step. I just can't get over how amazing it is. It must be such a wonderful feeling to be able to see God's plan revealed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;One thing I took away from cg was how she reminded us that being close to God is not an overnight thing. It takes time and effort. As another friend reminded me recently, it takes discipline too. So, I gotta try to be more disciplined and watch less tv!! I know it sounds so trivial but I really do think it'll help. So, keep me accountable... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109967745617374981?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109967745617374981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109967745617374981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109967745617374981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109967745617374981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/11/god-of-impossible-came-back-from-cell.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109785970570810742</id><published>2004-10-16T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T02:03:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Searching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/spain052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; WIDTH: 180px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid; HEIGHT: 177px" height="213" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/spain052.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Searching for Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Promises I make to myself and Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Broken as quickly as they are made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Start each day with a prayer reminding myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;That I should think and act as He would want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yet five minutes into the office and it's all forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Disappointed, I am disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Targets, people and daily routines occupy too much of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Phones are slammed, harsh words are blurted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thoughts are swift and carnal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's all about me, me and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Has He hidden His face from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Or have I shut myself from Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Seemed so long ago that I knew Him dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yet I remember His love and goodness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;That He has shown to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Why then does He seem like a stranger to me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;How I long more before I see and hear from You, O Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Open my eyes, ears and heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;That I may know You are present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I will continue my search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;For You are a faithful and unchanging God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Guard my heart so that I do not lose hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Keep me close to You, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109785970570810742?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109785970570810742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109785970570810742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109785970570810742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109785970570810742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/10/searching.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109721496641461106</id><published>2004-10-08T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T13:56:06.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aww... I love a cute smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yes yes, after weeks of inactivity and boredom, I have finally found a new eye candy. Hardly ever see any cuties nowadays.. But I finally saw one when I went for lunch with my colleagues yesterday. Ok, he's not stunningly gorgeous but he's got such a nice, warm, friendly smile!! It's amazing what a smile can do for someone. Really draws attention to the person, doesn't it? That's it! I'm having Thai food every alternate day and walking by the restaurant every other day! Power of a guy's cute smile... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109721496641461106?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109721496641461106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109721496641461106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109721496641461106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109721496641461106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/10/aww.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109621294849298745</id><published>2004-09-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:39:42.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I really do not like to lose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yep, it's confirmed. I really do not like to lose or to be on a losing team. If you do not already know, I am Misss Competitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, I played for my co' in a tennis tournament yesterday. It was great fun being in a tournament atmosphere again. It almost felt like school tournaments all over again!!! Arrived at the courts at 7.45am and started warming up with my friend. Pple started filling the courts at about 8am and it's funny cos we would see pple watching us play trying to observe our style of playing and all. Not to worry, we were doing the same! Ha! So there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyways, it was a round robin and we had to play against three other companies. We only won the 2nd one. :( I was really peeved cos we could have won the other two companies. The standard was about the same but too bad, I guess we just didn't rise to the occasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh! But there was one good match for me. The game against the last company for the day. We needed to win this company to stand a chance to proceed into the finals. Our first two singles had lost so we needed to win the two doubles and final singles. I was playing in the mixed doubles. We started out strong but we started losing and eventually, it became 2-5. Sounds hopeless?? Yeah well, always remember this: It ain't over till it's over! We caught up all the way to 5-all and played out a tie-break which led us to win the match! Man, I was so high on adrenaline. I was all pumped up! It was prob in JC tennis that I last felt like that. But but but... it was too bad cos we lost the doubles after that so there was absolutely no chance of moving on to the next round. I was kinda (or frankly, super) disappointed cos we were really close to winning but we just didn't make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Was telling a friend that it's the first time I've actually lost on a team-basis cos I've had the privilege of always being on a strong team and we never had to deal with defeats. So, this was pretty much the first defeat and argh, it didn't go down too well. But, it did in the end. No choice.. it had to! We'll be back next year! Better and stronger!! Muahaha!! Watch out for us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109621294849298745?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109621294849298745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109621294849298745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109621294849298745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109621294849298745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-really-do-not-like-to-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109582836391291894</id><published>2004-09-22T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T12:46:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yawn!! The good ol' classroom days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm now at Tampines having some training. Yes!! A break from work! hyak hyak... Well, this is training for work but it's pretty alright. At least I can surf while she teaches. Really reminds me of uni days when I'd be chatting online during lessons, pretending to be listening and trying to look intellectual! hehe... Still trying to pull off the same trick now! So far so good. I even tried to log onto icqlite.com but drats! It didn't work. They're smart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gonna be lunch time now!! Woohoo!! Another day of training tmr and I'll be on leave on Friday. Long weekend! Double woohoo!! For those of you who are having holidays, look at how precious long weekends are to me and u'll be thankful for your week off man!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109582836391291894?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109582836391291894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109582836391291894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109582836391291894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109582836391291894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/09/yawn-good-ol-classroom-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109522180178333848</id><published>2004-09-15T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T12:17:47.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Calling Out To All Golf Experts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Argh!! What a horrid evening at the driving range yesterday. Could barely get the balls going and when I did hit them up, they'd all fly right!!! Why do they always fly to the right? What am I doing wrong? I need help! Pls tell me what I can do so the balls don't fly to the right. Sigh... my golf lesson is in two weeks time! It's been abt a 3-wk break now. Way too long! I'm losing touch. Ahh!! I need help!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109522180178333848?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109522180178333848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109522180178333848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109522180178333848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109522180178333848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/09/calling-out-to-all-golf-experts-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109462516565814699</id><published>2004-09-08T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T13:35:03.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darn Red Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;ARGH!!!! There is nothing more annoying than seeing the mailbox indicator on the office phone light up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I see the red light which indicates that there is a voice mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Check my voice mail and I hear a VERY annoying sounding voice. "You have a new msg." There is something in her voice that just bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)You listen to all the voice msgs. (For e.g. "Hi Lynette, this is Mr ABC, pls call me back." Ok, first of all, where are you calling from?? Hello?? I do not have a photographic memory where I can just hear your voice and name and remember who you are. Second of all, what in the world is your number?!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Alright alright ... I make all the call-backs, hang up and lo and behold!!! The red light is is lit AGAIN!!!! And it goes on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109462516565814699?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109462516565814699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109462516565814699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109462516565814699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109462516565814699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/09/darn-red-light.html' title='The Darn Red Light'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109423180074203804</id><published>2004-09-04T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T01:16:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango Paa-ding, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Met up with the tennis pple earlier for dinner. I had a surprisingly good time. It's been a couple of years since I last saw some of them. It's good to see that they're all still pretty much the same. Funny and crazy! hehe...  Really gotta give it to Qiuyan for being able to round up 12 (!!!!) pple at Marche. We were all quite surprised by ourselves really. :) It was so much fun just laughing about all the things that happened in the past... From mispronouncing mango pudding to somebody's double skipping and earth shaking, from a boy's tight white shorts to bad memories of crushes and all. lol.. those were the days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Btw, today's a really special cos it's my good friend's birthday!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARMEN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Continue to shine for God in all that you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Okies! TIme to go rest... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109423180074203804?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109423180074203804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109423180074203804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109423180074203804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109423180074203804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/09/mango-paa-ding-anyone.html' title='Mango Paa-ding, anyone?'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109397296135578286</id><published>2004-09-01T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T01:52:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/Picture%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/Picture%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;He saw the disciples straining at the oars, because the wind was against them. About the fourth watch of the night &lt;strong&gt;He went out to them, walking on the lake&lt;/strong&gt;. He was about to pass by them, but when they saw Him walking on the lake, they thought He was a ghost. They cried out, because they all saw Him and were terrified. Immediately He spoke to them and said, "&lt;strong&gt;Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid.&lt;/strong&gt;" - Mark 6:48-50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The disciples were having a hard time rowing and that's when He went out to them. God went out to the disciples when they were having a hard time. He, the same God that walked out to them will also walk out to us when we are having a hard time. Thing is, He may not walk out to us the way we expect Him to. There's never a fixed way for God to answer our prayers or to reach out to us. It's clear that His disciples weren't expecting Him to walk on water!! They probably just expected Him to zap down the strong winds. Sounds like me. Dear God, please zap this problem away right now!! Pls zap me a quick fix! How impatient and silly! I'm probably missing out on a whole lot of His blessings cos I'm only looking out for His zaps!. I want to hear Him tell me "Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid." I want to be amazed by His miraculous ways. I'm glad God walks out to me in times of difficulty. I'm gonna look out for His work in and around me. Will keep you posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109397296135578286?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109397296135578286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109397296135578286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109397296135578286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109397296135578286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/09/niagara-falls-he-saw-disciples.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109388033004835124</id><published>2004-08-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T23:38:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me indulge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sorry people. It's Monday i.e. golf day. Just let me indulge. Bear with me ok? Two more golf lessons and I'll be done. *sob* Just found out that my golf pro has been playing golf for the past 20 years and guess what? He's only 24!!! Me thinks I've got the case of a crush... *giggle* Look, he's sporty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;funny, tall, broad, kinda cute AND aussie!! My kinda guy! :) hehe... Sigh... I need to search for a new eye candy before my golf lessons end. *sob* *sniff* *sob*... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So remember to look out for eye candies for me!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh yes, btw, about today's golf lesson. Let's just say i don't particularly like sand. Those darn bunkers! And it ain't too much fun to have sand raining on you cos your friend is whacking too much sand into the air.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next lesson. But drats! It'll be in two weeks time... :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109388033004835124?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109388033004835124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109388033004835124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109388033004835124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109388033004835124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-let-me-indulge.html' title='Just let me indulge'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109361861212760409</id><published>2004-08-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T23:31:36.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/Boy%20Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/Boy%20Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;My dear nephew, Jared. Ain't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow. Gonna have a bbq tomorrow to celebrate Jared's 4th birthday. Wow... he's turning 4 already. Really quick. He's grown from this tiny little baby into this chubby and tough little boy. :) He's so cute!! (Btw, I'm not biased k... I love his little sister, Joycelin just as much!!) Despite his mischievious moments and often-too-candid remarks (xiaoyi, your room is so messy!), he can be such a sweetie. On his good days, he'll just exclaim: I love you! Aww... makes my heart melt. There are also the days when he feels like singing and he'll sing some of the songs which he learnt in school. Songs of praise to God coming from this little boy... it must really bring a smile to our Father's face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jared, I pray you'll continue to grow up to be a loving son and brother. Continue to protect your mei mei. Have fun but don't be too naughty k? We're gonna have lotsa fun tomorrow. Xiaoyi loves you!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109361861212760409?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109361861212760409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109361861212760409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109361861212760409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109361861212760409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/08/jared.html' title='Jared'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109353652594503063</id><published>2004-08-27T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:11:26.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A decade</title><content type='html'>I get missing pangs every now and then. I was hit with one yesterday. It was in the morning when I was going to work. I was in the lift when a girl stepped into the lift too. From her tank top, comfy jeans and flats, I kinda guessed that she's a uni student. Wasn't too long ago that I was a uni student too. Just about 8 or 9 months ago?? How is it that I now have to dress and act professional? It's so weird. I totally do not feel like a professional but I'm now part of the workforce! I've always thought that people who work are mature (i.e. old) like my parents and my sisters (er, sorry dajie and erjie) and all. It just feels like time's zooming past as the days go by. It didn't feel like 10 years ago (OMIGOSH!!! A WHOLE DECADE?!!!!!) that I first stepped into RGS and spent four fabulous years there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly remember how my friends and I (total of 5) would try to fool the cab driver into thinking that there only 4 of us by hiding one girl behind the tree. So when he stopped, we'd all rush in a hurry so he can't really see clearly and we'd get 5 giggling girls in a cab to Far East. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading Carmen's blog the other day and I totally agree about missing the adrenalin rush that I got from playing in school tournaments and all. Those days are gone. It's kinda sad but at the same time, I know I should just cherish those memories and look forward. It's quite tough to just look forward when you've had such a great time in the past. (RGS - RJ + SMU + Exchg in Canada = Great time) Will the future match up?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it ain't gonna be as crazy or as fun but it's still gonna be a blessed road cos God holds my future and I know He wants nothing, absolutely nothing but the best for me. On my part, I just gotta trust Him. Completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109353652594503063?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109353652594503063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109353652594503063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109353652594503063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109353652594503063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/08/decade.html' title='A decade'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109327845595022701</id><published>2004-08-24T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T00:27:35.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/640/hawaii17.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1536/320/hawaii17.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear water, pretty dolphins. Lovely, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109327845595022701?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109327845595022701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109327845595022701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109327845595022701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109327845595022701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/08/clear-water-pretty-dolphins.html' title=''/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109327431804657406</id><published>2004-08-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:18:38.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of a little white ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do you know the wonders of a little white ball? It is AMAZING!!! Well, as most of you would probably know, I'm picking up golf. I just attended the 5th lesson of the course. So yes, we are talking about a little white golf ball. It's beyond belief how it can make my mood swing! From one ball to the next. Here's why.  I sail along with the ball when it's floating beautifullyyyyy in the air. Honestly!!! And then, we hit a bad shot. You know the kind that kinda slices to the right or plonks miserably to the ground? Yep, that sort of bad shot! It drives me mad when I hit such shots. So then I concentrate really hard on the next ball. *plonk* Now I get even more pissed. What's wrong?? My setup's right. I remembered to turn my shoulders around and not under. So what in the world is wrong?? I focus even harder. *ping* Ahhhh... now we've got it flying. I'm back on cloud nine. lahdeedah :) 1.5 hours of such an emotional roller coaster ends up with blisters, aching arms and a sore back. But hey... all's fine if we've got the little white ball going. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh yes! I forgot to mention that it helps, it REALLY helps to have a cute golf pro helping you out with your swing. Oh yes.... Mm... Next lesson in one week's time. :) I'm looking forward to it already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109327431804657406?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109327431804657406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109327431804657406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109327431804657406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109327431804657406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/08/wonders-of-little-white-ball.html' title='Wonders of a little white ball'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029399.post-109310632926127190</id><published>2004-08-22T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T00:53:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The created creates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright. I have finally decided to blog. I don't know why I want to blog but I think I do. One thing's for sure. I'm most certainly NOT doing this cos this is the supposed in-thing. In fact, the one main reason I've held back from blogging is because it's getting too popular. Well anyway, I guess I don't really need to justify why I'm blogging. In fact, I don't!! Mm... sweet liberation! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, yes, it's up. It's finally created. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear friend, I welcome you. I welcome you into my world. I welcome you to share in my laughter, tears, and experiences. I welcome criticism. I welcome ideas. I welcome you to challenge my thoughts, attitude and actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You know, I believe this is the start of a new journey. I hope I'll be able to see my growth through the entries that I make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, I suppose that's all for now. I'm still new at this. So please be patient with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029399-109310632926127190?l=belletje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/feeds/109310632926127190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029399&amp;postID=109310632926127190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109310632926127190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029399/posts/default/109310632926127190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belletje.blogspot.com/2004/08/created-creates.html' title='The created creates'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05979816847791539003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
