<?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-7688773</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:16:50.964+08:00</updated><category term='rants'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Life'/><title type='text'>AbSoLuTeLy BeRbErLiCiOuS</title><subtitle type='html'>Read it if you want, and don't read it if you don't want to.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5251027160883868302</id><published>2011-10-01T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:26:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5251027160883868302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5251027160883868302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5371038621983752098</id><published>2010-08-07T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:54:11.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm... I think i wanna move to wordpress. Bye. See ya at http://berberlicious.wordpress.com.:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5371038621983752098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5371038621983752098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2010/08/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-132918836677320919</id><published>2010-07-24T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:37:22.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched Rhinoceros. It's a dance. Apparently it was inspired by a play of the same name by Eugene Inoesco. Whoever he is. I have not heard of his name before. It feels good... because it's something I wanted to do for a long time. Watch something artistic, abstract. Yeah, I enjoyed myself! Can check this out... www.thestudios.com.sgAnywayz. My adventure today... I happily walked to Esplanade </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/132918836677320919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/132918836677320919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-watched-rhinoceros.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5975471925325205852</id><published>2010-05-28T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:56:48.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am struggling with........ waiting. i know life is meant to be so much more.yet i feel like my life is not much more now... it's either that; or my eyes are blinded to my blessings. I just can't feel blessed. a few days ago i was feeling like... i don't need a bf... now it's like... i want a bf kind of feeling. argh. i hate these feelings. but yes, feelings are feelings. they are not based on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5975471925325205852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5975471925325205852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-struggling-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-2253326012219899194</id><published>2010-05-24T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:38:49.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wrap up</title><summary type='text'>I am thinking back on the relationship again... Haha. But it seems like... I think I saw God's grace in it. Like... it was actually a mistake. Sigh. Zhang zhe me da le still lidat. Hmz... It was a journey of leaning on Him more... It showed me... I can actually still like someone. I actually still have a heart to give away to someone who can take care of it... And I think once again.. God did the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2253326012219899194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2253326012219899194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/wrap-up.html' title='the wrap up'/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-820567613130387090</id><published>2010-05-13T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:20:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Seminar  - Banking</title><summary type='text'>I was really hoping to learn more about the banking industry... but once again proven wrong. Metanoia needed. Deacon Chee Ram spoke with such ease... I think things really just "happened" for him and he actually didn't start out in the banking side until 7 years into his career. Haha I really can picture the dotted picture colouring. You really don't see the picture until you join all the dots. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/820567613130387090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/820567613130387090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/career-seminar-banking.html' title='Career Seminar  - Banking'/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-907691129517467359</id><published>2010-05-04T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:12:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was really depressing at work yesterday. In Thailand, I feel like super star. In Singapore, in my office, I feel in significant and small. Like a little shrimp. And I want a new job. Sigh. Anywayz, to the girlies in VP. I wish for you to know Christ more. I myself need him more and more.... I think, and I hope.... you will seek Him. But He will seek you and find you first. I think I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/907691129517467359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/907691129517467359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-was-really-depressing-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-2165981883441699642</id><published>2010-04-22T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:08:07.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went for the outreach ministry meeting just now. Actually I just went to receive Pastor Keith's prayer. I thought would be a mass prayer, but he came and anointed us with oil. Yay. He shared something really interesting. He was sharing about the prodigal son.. and said even we can be the prodigal son when we lose our focus on God. I think I am the one he is talking about. I feel like I've not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2165981883441699642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2165981883441699642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/went-for-outreach-ministry-meeting-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1302129587417610937</id><published>2010-03-15T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:33:38.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really didn't have the mood nor the feeling nor the time to sit down and really type out my typical yearly ritual... the birthday blog. so. After.... almost a month past my birthday already. finally decided today is THE DAY. shall sacrifice a little sleep to do this. oh gosh i need coffee tomorrow. had a brief celebration of my bday... kinda belated. but... yea... felt really blessed to have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1302129587417610937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1302129587417610937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-really-didnt-have-mood-nor-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7183915394774391632</id><published>2010-01-04T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:52:47.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much for complaining about my lack of time to blog... and here I am spending my time twittering and fb-ing. ARGH! major argh. Yes and tvvvvv.... So anywayz.... Just wanna share... So anywayz I'm no longer in a relationship. Feeling quite happy and free actually. But actually I'm still a bit sad that I have to go through the whole process of a relationship again..... But oh well... it's really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7183915394774391632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7183915394774391632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-for-complaining-about-my-lack.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4511758769711535684</id><published>2009-12-27T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:27:58.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we went through fire and through water; but You brought us out to rich fulfillment.i think the above verse from devo a few days summarised my 2009.and of course rich fulfilment and abundance in 2010. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4511758769711535684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4511758769711535684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-went-through-fire-and-through-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-9196262448509217655</id><published>2009-12-13T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:57:46.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ps 8:2 -     Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants You have ordained strength, Because of Your enemies, That You may silence the enemy and the avenger. Matthew 2115But when the chief priests and scribes saw the wonderful things that He did, and the children crying out in the temple and saying, "Hosanna to the Son of David!" they were indignant 16and said to Him, "Do You hear what these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/9196262448509217655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/9196262448509217655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/ps-82-out-of-mouth-of-babes-and-nursing.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8762087896241997522</id><published>2009-11-29T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:42:33.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny when. i want to blog i don't blog. now i'm really stuck. it's so strange I don't know waht to say. what to say?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8762087896241997522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8762087896241997522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/funny-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1823571888025164631</id><published>2009-08-01T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:34:04.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i just wanna believe that... god loves ME. so much he gave his son for ME. He saw ME before he sent Jesus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1823571888025164631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1823571888025164631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-just-wanna-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1899910949726561130</id><published>2009-07-21T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:27:25.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somehow i feel better at work already. been really busy bcos of split office due to the h1n1. now, please call of the thing already. and i'm basically doing the work of 2 persons. thanks to one staff being on reservist, i have a trusty assistant now. Sigh. Once he's back, i have to deal with the mess again. I'll feel like I'm doing the work of 3 persons. Sigh. Anywayz. back to feeling good. And..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1899910949726561130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1899910949726561130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/somehow-i-feel-better-at-work-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-13650479349111519</id><published>2009-07-01T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:00:03.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All i can say now is.... I am really busy. And kind of stressed up. Can't stop thinking about work. On a good note, more responsibilities at the time being... and it's a test whether I am really that efficient. And whether I'm that good. I think, today, I might just be good at being a PKL..... And a project to work on! So there's more stuff than my usual job scope, which actually makes me look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/13650479349111519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/13650479349111519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-i-can-say-now-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5579485182656195651</id><published>2009-06-06T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:10:52.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the bf is back finally!today. plane landed at 1707. But he appeared at almost 6.... and had to wait for luggage, etc etc and finally he's out. Wanted to hug him but didn't, think too many people... and feels weird...It didn't feel so weird as in February... so I think, it did help that he came back in Feb. Anywayz, feels good that he is back... and is a huge relief. Dunno why, maybe the feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5579485182656195651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5579485182656195651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/bf-is-back-finally-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8045324258529740701</id><published>2009-05-24T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:50:25.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder how I managed to jump through allll the fast songs. The choruses. Living on a high yesterday. sang from morning till night, literally. Morning - 9 am to 6 pm. Recorded for the new album. 7 to 9 - Praise and worship under the stars at sentosa. Dunno how I have the energy. But it feels good to sweat. Wished I wore shorts instead of berms.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8045324258529740701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8045324258529740701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder-how-i-managed-to-jump-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5816509166129720999</id><published>2009-05-22T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:34:28.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think adam lambert won already la. Bcos he is already in a class of his own.. no way anyone can beat that. Kris Allen is... well... maybe they vote him bcos they didn't want Adam to win. But he rreally caught my eye after the rest were eliminated. Like whao, he's actually not bad. Hmz. But anywayz. You will remember Adam Lambert forever. But you won't remember Kris Allen forever. He's really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5816509166129720999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5816509166129720999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-adam-lambert-won-already-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1762068926004083826</id><published>2009-05-19T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:44:07.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>creating the quiz about me... created thoughts in me. seriously I don't blame you for not knowing me... I know myself la. I know I don't talk a lot. I know I usually don't share. Hmz. And I wonderz why. Maybe sometimes I think why would anyone think I am interesting? Maybe sometimes I wonder if knowing me benefits you. And sometimes I wonder ... and sometimes I know... I don't bother. Bcos it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1762068926004083826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1762068926004083826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/creating-quiz-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1625898588864578716</id><published>2009-05-12T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:59:02.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's funny... How you long to be around someone, want to see him, want to touch him, want to talk to him. Funny as in... just... doesn't make any sense. Haha. Is this love?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1625898588864578716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1625898588864578716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-2105570659853037238</id><published>2009-05-12T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:34:34.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>your grace abounds... in where i fail........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2105570659853037238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2105570659853037238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-grace-abounds.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5888809978590953713</id><published>2009-05-08T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:12:01.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am the righteousness of god in christ. hence i am better than... unreasonable pple. stupid pple. more unreasonable pple. more stupid pple. pple who over react. pple who doesn't want to take responsibility. pple who wants to blame me. angry. but... the funny thing as I talked about these kind of pple, I wanted to laugh. so am i wrong to keep thinking i'm right? "every man is right in his own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5888809978590953713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5888809978590953713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-righteousness-of-god-in-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4936988190302487119</id><published>2009-04-29T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:55:21.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once again caught up in the sense of mundaneness. wondering what am I doing here.  feeling kind of wasted.  wasting my life.  wasted away.  why do I feel that there should be more?  there's gotta be more to life....  -- One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to enquire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4936988190302487119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4936988190302487119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-again-caught-up-in-sense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1873460426773890734</id><published>2009-04-27T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:25:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a blessed (happy, fortunate, prosperous , and enviable) "man" who walks and lives not in the counsel of the ungodly [following their advice, their plans and purposes], nor stands [submissive and inactive] in the path where sinners walk, nor sits down [to relax and rest] where the scornful [and the mockers] gather. My delight and desire is in the law of the Lord, and on His law (the precepts,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1873460426773890734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1873460426773890734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-blessed-happy-fortunate-prosperous.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-2755616126507159608</id><published>2009-04-20T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:47:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had an emotional roller coaster ride last week... I dunno whether it will be so this week. Hmz. I guess. Maybe time of the month. And of course, I realised things about myself. Someone commented I have a poker face. Right. I think I won't deny that I miss my bf...... Sobz. Which actually feels very terrible. Ok. June is coming. People, hear that? It's june. He's coming back. So... please </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2755616126507159608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2755616126507159608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-emotional-roller-coaster-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-3115484065502530953</id><published>2009-04-02T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:19:18.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone shared that the elements that we have... the grain, the wine and the oil is actually the kingdom of god... the kingdom of god is righteousness, peace and joy in the holy spirit. (verse somewhere)ok if you go and search i'm sure u will find the verses...grain = peace.the broken body of jesus, the bread, the chastisement for our peace was upon him. (Isaiah something)wine = righteousnessthe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3115484065502530953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3115484065502530953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-shared-that-elements-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-117684251723117232</id><published>2009-04-02T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:09:46.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how to relook at your job (not in any particular order):1. Are you still learning?2. Is there work-life balance?3. Is there favour in your job?4. Are u reasonably paid?5. How's your working envirionment?this was supposedly shared during the camp last year... but ermz. apparently I've forgotten. hahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/117684251723117232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/117684251723117232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-relook-at-your-job-not-in-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7874884037343083253</id><published>2009-03-22T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:59:59.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking of why I enjoy window shopping.... I think there is a need to feed my wanting-to-see-beautiful-things. somehow it "feeds" my soul, my need to see beautiful things. yah. beautiful clothes, bags, shoes. hee. things that i feel is pretty and makes me look good. hur hur...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7874884037343083253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7874884037343083253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-of-why-i-enjoy-window-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-6335224718468176505</id><published>2009-03-14T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:33:27.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmz... while listening to others having a conversation... er. u know i usually don't do the talking. hur hur. anywayz. realized that.... i've been "around" for the longest time. i've planted myself in ministries as far as possible. i've shameslessly... haahah. "shames" lessly. another funny typo. shamelessly planted myself unknowingly. i have no idea why. but it just happened. er... like.... when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6335224718468176505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6335224718468176505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmz.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5234041082354904002</id><published>2009-03-14T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:58:53.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meet the 2nd bf... been wanting to post this for a long time.... i've been... busy. meeting my 2nd bf. hahaha. available daily, though not 24/7. but even on CNY!he has... warmth. comfort. he has... taken up most of my time. guess who????tada......gymmy!warmth = warm, steaming steam room. and hot hot hot sauna room. cool showers. pool. lala... yadayada... anywayz... it was self-amusing for a while</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5234041082354904002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5234041082354904002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-2nd-bf.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5440199049243035539</id><published>2009-02-25T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:34:23.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>club 26. yeah. when age just doesn't seem to matter anymore.... bcos no matter what i feel young. haha!anywayz. once again... playing with the numbers. 2+6 = 8 = resurrection and lifeyea!but..,. really need to catch up on sleep. :(busy week. maybe everyone's obsessed with celebrating my birthday. hahaha!well i'm sure God is. it's good to remind myself of His personal love. My God who saved the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5440199049243035539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5440199049243035539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/club-26.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1126897608635989295</id><published>2009-02-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:56:33.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backdate to 21 feb 09 130 pm</title><summary type='text'>the bf will fly tmr to scotland again... and me will be sad.haha. i can almost imagine missing him already.anywayz. this is written while waiting for him.well... impt is to enjoy the now moment. yeap. yet again need to remind myself.now now now.and i've neglected mr gymmy while my real bf is back. ok when he's gone mr gymmy will be back in the picture.heh heh. i'm happy with the things which i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1126897608635989295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1126897608635989295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/backdate-to-21-feb-09-130-pm.html' title='backdate to 21 feb 09 130 pm'/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4281968275701069827</id><published>2009-02-19T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:53:42.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me thinks.... having a relationship is not for the faint hearted. seems that my deepest insecurities are suddenly dug out which made me wanna scream and run away. Ok... I am... exagerating a bit. But yah. something like that. But it also... made me run to God even more. Now I can only pray and let go... and... Let God do the rest! Yay! And rest in Him telling me that I'm beautiful. Rest in Him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4281968275701069827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4281968275701069827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-thinks.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-24637857101942299</id><published>2009-02-08T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:47:07.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thoughts during cg....we played a game.... which i thought there is sth seriously wrong with. it's kind of illogical. and there are like a thousand thoughts racing thru my mind. which made me feel really uncomfortable. argh feeling.anywayz. the msg is... i'm too logical and full of reasoning for my own good. if i wanna walk in the faith realm... it has to be really illogical.God is the one who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/24637857101942299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/24637857101942299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts-during-cg.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7350732168852169773</id><published>2009-02-05T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:30:09.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><summary type='text'>Rules:It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7350732168852169773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7350732168852169773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-609856679846848488</id><published>2009-01-26T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:30:01.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was feeling kind of... like... decadence. Yah. But today... went to the gym! And feel much better. Need to move that body. Haha. Went for BodyJam. Still not too familiar with the steps, cos I didn't go through the whole launch of No. 46. Hmz... Sounds like... Like weird language. Miss dancing... Performing.... Somehow serving is not performing... it's ministering... Argh.The thoughts that I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/609856679846848488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/609856679846848488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-feeling-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4406955181390886736</id><published>2009-01-20T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:50:04.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm in mac now. haha.trying out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4406955181390886736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4406955181390886736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-mac-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7893512638025733296</id><published>2009-01-19T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:00:57.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just thinking... i wish i dun have to wait for the  bus for so long today... usually the bus can take like up to 20 mins to come. and then i'll be semi-asleep at the buds stop. then i was kind of like telling god i wish i dun have to wait so long... and thinkking about the message.... if he wants to answer me exceedingly abundantly how would he do it? thinking... just as i reach the bus stop, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7893512638025733296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7893512638025733296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-3920482076623995101</id><published>2009-01-11T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:59:50.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rules:Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 17 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 17 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, its because I want to know more about you. =] Have fun!+++01. I am watching bleach now. have missed like 5 weeks. haha. 02. i think i mentioned this in my blog before... i wish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3920482076623995101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3920482076623995101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8015706680720526113</id><published>2009-01-09T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:19:41.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>think this week went past in a flash. whee~good good good. i mean... it went past in a flash, but my days feel quite...hmz. Length of days? Oops. I really should be sleeping. I'm glad it's friday now!!! Wahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8015706680720526113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8015706680720526113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/think-this-week-went-past-in-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8436343355116296581</id><published>2009-01-05T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:59:58.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm vaguely aware now.... i'm turning 26 soon. like, really really soon in feb. i said last year i wanted to be 22 forever rite? now i wanna be 18.. hahaha. mad.  oh well. seriously dun feel like a being-who-is-turning-26. i feel more like i'm stuck in the realm of 18 to 25. hahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8436343355116296581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8436343355116296581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-vaguely-aware-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-2902369363781899081</id><published>2009-01-02T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:46:56.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Want to conclude 2008.Been a good year. Major things....1. Getting attached. 2. Bought a keyboard3. minor pay raise. (and i mean really minor)4. credit card at last! Many unfulfilled stuff though. Wondered is it because I didn't do enough? Ha... crappy feeling of inadequecy. i do feel good about 2009... but at this moment in time I feel a bit... not good. Haha. Kind of sleepy. Kind of blah have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2902369363781899081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2902369363781899081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/want-to-conclude-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-6751225905404235862</id><published>2009-01-01T17:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:44:45.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've been spending my holidays doing household chores... Did my ironing. Cleaned the floor. Magic cleaned the floor. Haha. Changed bedsheet. Hmz. Not very exciting. Oh well. But it really feels good to have a nice, clean room. But. I still have lots of corners I've yet to clean out. I think maybe I wanna get rid of some clothes. I've been not wanting to throw away clothes, but maybe it's high </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6751225905404235862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6751225905404235862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-ive-been-spending-my-holidays-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1711409273997979097</id><published>2008-12-31T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:08:33.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well.... it isn't as much as about fighting... this show. see it more as an inspiring kind of show. that... man can be useful. this sounds crappy. anywayz. my favourite scene. he fights the japanese guy, the japanese guy loses. after fighting he looked around at the crowd. and interlacing are scenes of war, pple dead and hungry, houses broken down, it seems to say back what he said earlier in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1711409273997979097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1711409273997979097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4381327635035822375</id><published>2008-12-26T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:34:53.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmz.. more thoughts on... a book i just read. the 5 love languages for your mate. Haha. is it kind of early to read this kind of thing? i mean, it's good to know anywayz. and i marvel at the things mentioned in the book, the little things that made marriages don't work. things like... clearing out rubbish, doing laundry... hmz. basically what i learnt. There are 5 basic ways of showing / </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4381327635035822375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4381327635035822375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmz_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-2243741580795610982</id><published>2008-12-25T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:25:42.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmz... trying to blog, but distracted. am scaring myself by the amount i have spent during this season. and kinda lost track... how to keep track!!!! nothing seems to work. oops. ahhaha. bad at budgeting. hur hur. and wanting to buy a new phone as well... ok i'm so out of flow to type. and a need to reflect on 2008 on this blog. never seem to get anything done recently. busy with outings, gym, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2243741580795610982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2243741580795610982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmz.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4014159983163772093</id><published>2008-12-02T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:35:51.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the note from.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?They can't take that away from me {Diana Krall}WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?Genie in a bottle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4014159983163772093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4014159983163772093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-6701930267840727749</id><published>2008-12-01T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:35:24.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am seriously aching all over. arms. legs. butt. thighs. back. upper abs. shoulders. arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. feel super unfit. all that resulted from a one hour session of bodycombat. yeah. the gym adventures of ber. hahaha. i think the instructor is pretty good looking. And look more like a man. Some of them seem to have other sexual tendencies, I seriously wouldn't be surprised. anywayz, my legs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6701930267840727749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6701930267840727749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-seriously-aching-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-3963667499197245033</id><published>2008-11-17T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:55:23.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went swimming today... my first gym day! didn't have much time except to grab a quick swim... and it was tiring enough. on the other side of the pool the others were having some class. And they were... creating a rather big current somehow. It was tough swimming against the current. I think i can't survive in the sea :S. And I think I can consider myself a pretty ok swimmer... Oh weelll... The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3963667499197245033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3963667499197245033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-swimming-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-2333638870796277824</id><published>2008-11-07T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:08:59.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why are some pple plain stupid. why are some pple plain dumb... and why are some pple plain irritating. i hate whiny men. pls get out of my sight and hearing. ARGH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2333638870796277824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2333638870796277824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-are-some-pple-plain-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4718860149714556763</id><published>2008-11-02T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:30:31.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been feeling angsty. for no reason. or for reason? dunnoo. maybe the message today is supposed to be timely. forgiveness.hmz. maybe. just maybe. sometimes, it's like so easy to think that there is nothing wrong with you. I mean, not that anything is wrong with me... but... I would think la. Human after all. And prone to falls. Hmz. forgiveness.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4718860149714556763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4718860149714556763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-feeling-angsty.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8230694395778482260</id><published>2008-10-12T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:52:38.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss pastor prince..... i wan his deep deeepppppp sermons...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8230694395778482260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8230694395778482260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-pastor-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-601196587937556937</id><published>2008-10-08T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:31:58.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sure someone mentioned to you before, love is a decision. Er... this is just my take on it. Ok. At first I thought it was like.. 2 persons deciding to be together. Decision to stick with each other through thick and thin. But... Decision comes with will power. I think, honestly, love is not a decision I can make. I can't will myself to love someone. The only thing I've decided, is to depend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/601196587937556937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/601196587937556937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sure-someone-mentioned-to-you-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-9218670089795127016</id><published>2008-10-06T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:57:42.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work is... super dry. Super sian.Tired to asking pple to follow up on stuff. Tired of following up on stuff.Just plain tired.I honestly think I have no strength to carry on.I just plain don’t wanna work.Boo hoo...Why don’t I find satisfaction from work like other people?On the ball about my job like others?Haha. Maybe I’m not the only one feeling this way.And.. it’s great... been 1 year and 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/9218670089795127016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/9218670089795127016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4891966917128060448</id><published>2008-10-05T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:10:46.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... He's gone for one week. Trying to enjoy the "now" and not to think of the future "when he comes back". Er. Kind of hard actually. Haha. Yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4891966917128060448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4891966917128060448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-9093487321330689654</id><published>2008-10-02T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:20:30.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so sick of work... and i miss him... boohoo. my boss is getting on my nerves. so... i am actualli reaching my own limit. and jesus.. i think i have no strength to carry on any more. no more no more. help me please. yah the whole point is... i'm sick of work. and i have been cranky at work. and i haven been enjoying myself at work. just sick of the mundaneness of the work. and sick of the work, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/9093487321330689654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/9093487321330689654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-sick-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-400626616158164590</id><published>2008-09-20T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:27:52.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about a certain man...</title><summary type='text'>Ahem. So it's been a week of me getting attached. (For the clueless... it happened recently. Hee.)So what has changed? The past week has been a revelation of God's love for me. Haha. And... I think God has really changed me.What can I say? He's really good. In this one week I saw that He had "ordained my every path". He had plans for me, He set me in the right places at the right time. He knows </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/400626616158164590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/400626616158164590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-certain-man.html' title='about a certain man...'/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-3393782716575179130</id><published>2008-09-11T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:59:15.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Peter 3:3-43Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. 4Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.I've always wondered about this gentle and quiet spirit... But I heard the best explanation during Deaconess Karen's sharing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3393782716575179130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3393782716575179130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-peter-33-4-3your-beauty-should-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8460296291718096468</id><published>2008-09-01T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:04:34.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was an awesome service... it's like, just me and God. Thanks for your prayer, Nikki, haha, I really liked your prayers. And... because camp was coming... I was really expecting a lot from God. But honestly, my best camp was HM3. Haha. And my last "youth" camp was HM5.BUTTTTT. The big BUT. Why am I only expecting when it is CAMP? He doesn't just move through camps... I mean, it's evident, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8460296291718096468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8460296291718096468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-awesome-service.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8008964443310319815</id><published>2008-08-03T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:55:27.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was just wondering... why GOd does things this way... like... to keep things "hidden".... until the day it happens. Haha. I'm not so spiritual. I was just thinking... why as singers and musicians, we practice like mad... and then it's all for that moment in time... that maybe 10 mins of "performance".... why why why? I think all my life, the things I've been doing are of this nature. 1. Dance. 2.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8008964443310319815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8008964443310319815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/was-just-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-6165870788961554015</id><published>2008-07-23T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:48:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after an awesome night of anointing, it's back to siansation for the work day. Grace is really for the day only. And I think it's no coincidence that I'm having once again, a sore throat. And I'm serving this sat. Really have no faith for instantaneous healing kind, my feet still hurts. Oh, it was server's night yesterday, and we were all anointed with oil. And the place tingling with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6165870788961554015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6165870788961554015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-awesome-night-of-anointing-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4794586179371319881</id><published>2008-07-21T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:19:37.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was blessed by cg message on friday night.It's about the passage in 1 Corinthians 3:11-1511For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. 12If any man builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw, 13his work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4794586179371319881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4794586179371319881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/was-blessed-by-cg-message-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7877182408682714036</id><published>2008-06-10T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:45:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided to call today a miracle. Hey, I've passed another day of mundaneness. Work. Movie after work. And here I am again, blogging. And yet again, I am struggling with the "ARGH-I-SHOULD-SLEEP-EARLIER" feelings. "TOMORROW-WILL-BE-TIRED" feelings. ANd throat still itchy. Full of the mundane things. And in spite of, despite the mundanness of things... I got through my life. I didn't die of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7877182408682714036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7877182408682714036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-decided-to-call-today-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-9030684139507773414</id><published>2008-06-10T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:44:16.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I got into the lift, with 2 other guys, one from my company, one not from my company.... I thought to myself... Oh God, WHAT?!?!? am I doing here? Once again bogged down by the mundaneness of life. The mundaneness of the small things. I think I need a revelation of that. Do not... despise your small beginnings. And Yes, God asked you to work for 6 days of the week and rest one day. Haha. But I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/9030684139507773414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/9030684139507773414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-i-got-into-lift-with-2-other-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8907139988724924582</id><published>2008-06-02T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:12:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today Abba spoke to me about time and season through the songs we singing today... "Time is in His handsBeginning and the EndBeginning and the End" "You are forever in my lifeYou see me through the seasons"....As I was saying, I hope this is my last job. Really wanted to do something else rather than to work in the corporate world. Dunno what la, my own boutique, or something.And I'm just feeling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8907139988724924582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8907139988724924582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-abba-spoke-to-me-about-time-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1500632464274068797</id><published>2008-05-29T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:02:22.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just thinking... how nice if I'm not working... just doing things I like... Just imagining myself being a writer and just writing away at Starbucks, or Coffeebean, wearing specs.... (of course I don't wear specs, my eyes are perfectly healed - with help of advanced medical science and technology... Ok, maybe wearing a hairband.. and typing away. And when I'm not writing a book, I'm in the studio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1500632464274068797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1500632464274068797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8327247834167623066</id><published>2008-05-29T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:39:49.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha. Prince Caspian is so handsome. It's nice... but any war movie would be nicer.. to see the fights. The Lion didn't appear much this time... I didn't watch the first one... but I've a feeling it might be nicer. Can see the links to Christianity, and Jesus... Like... falling to temptations, not waiting for God to intervene, but to try to save the situation yourself first blah blah. Anyway... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8327247834167623066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8327247834167623066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-325337944500778050</id><published>2008-05-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:26:16.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feels good. to have a holiday. i wish i no need to work. ever. haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/325337944500778050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/325337944500778050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/feels-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7183501234131317881</id><published>2008-05-06T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:51:26.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>authority. Author -ity.Write your own story.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7183501234131317881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7183501234131317881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/authority.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7531460608990788410</id><published>2008-05-05T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:50:14.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Purpose. The meaning of life. It feels rather meaningless, purposeless sitting around at home. I am on MC once again. The real cause is actually my feet....... My heels hurt. Sobz. I've been avoiding it for a while... like just ignoring it. But i've seen the doctor today, not that she's much help anyway, i feel like I can be a better doctor than her. duh. Sorry la, just don't like her. Haha. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7531460608990788410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7531460608990788410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/purpose.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1599918942850519999</id><published>2008-04-21T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:13:18.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's rare that I'm home early... and I'm suddenly at a lost at what to do at home. Cos I don't feel like packing. I don't feel like doing laundry. I don't feel like packing. Oh. Anywayz. Read somewhere that it should be "tidying up my room" instead of "packing". Packing makes it sound like you are packing to go on a holiday or something. I wish very much so. I'm looking forward to my 100 fold on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1599918942850519999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1599918942850519999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-rare-that-im-home-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4684271179411269129</id><published>2008-04-10T09:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:15:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God is so faithful to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4684271179411269129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4684271179411269129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/god-is-so-faithful-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4348913202158126621</id><published>2008-03-30T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:18:28.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you Jesus.... for establishing me in righteousness.... Thank you Jesus... I love to fail.... so that I can rejoice in the righteousness I found in you even more. Thank you Jesus... for telling me that I am acceptable in Your sight whenever, whatever. Thank you Jesus for your blood that washed away all my sins. How precious is the flow that makes me white as snow.... Thank you Jesus for this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4348913202158126621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4348913202158126621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1885360047446965225</id><published>2008-03-20T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:00:35.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey... just thinking that.. 25 means... testimony of grace. that's all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1885360047446965225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1885360047446965225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1734164773432170675</id><published>2008-03-04T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:13:36.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About feeling bad.</title><summary type='text'>i know it's bad... stealing time to blog... but... really bored. Sigh. Submission is good. Submission is good. I think God really made my brain intelligent. And I need lots of patience!If you are puking.... remember... I have the mind of Christ. HAHAHA. I'M SO BORED..... dear Lord God. Nothing to do. Or rather, got things to do.... but it's not time to do them yet... ticking away in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1734164773432170675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=1734164773432170675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1734164773432170675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1734164773432170675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/about-feeling-bad.html' title='About feeling bad.'/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4127727204181583426</id><published>2008-03-03T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:11:43.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feb once again went by in a flash. I shall attempt to type in proper english, with proper capitalisation and er... punctuation (almost forget the word for full stops and the commas.I think it's just a season that I don't feel like blogging. But then again, I want to blog. I don't want to just disappear from the blogging world and then have nothing to look back on. Haha. The other time when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4127727204181583426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=4127727204181583426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4127727204181583426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4127727204181583426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/feb-once-again-went-by-in-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1609966576077992632</id><published>2008-02-12T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:59:13.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seem to be attracted to green things recently. bought green top.and obviously nt in the mood to blog.and i tidied up my wardrobe recently. I have tons of clothes (hey! that's new!). And a slowly developing floordrobe.i am slim! in jesus name!trip to m'sia was restful. but full of  neck cramps from sleeping on  the coach.. noo i did not go there to visit relatives. went for a holiday. shall try to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1609966576077992632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=1609966576077992632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1609966576077992632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1609966576077992632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/seem-to-be-attracted-to-green-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5460935132194887581</id><published>2008-01-29T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:37:18.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jan is almost gone in a flash. Sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5460935132194887581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=5460935132194887581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5460935132194887581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5460935132194887581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-is-almost-gone-in-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-6531633919919686558</id><published>2008-01-24T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:30:08.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singing</title><summary type='text'>am I "lord all i am is yours?"I can only say... it's my desire. To say... Lord all I am is yours. Wat's the truth here? Am I yours? Am I redeemed by you? Am I your vessel? Declaring... and announcing... no other shall have me except you."jesus I am yours forever""i am yours""i belong to you"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6531633919919686558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=6531633919919686558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6531633919919686558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6531633919919686558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/singing.html' title='singing'/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7873436167472555187</id><published>2008-01-23T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:30:48.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when was the last time that I blogged?As in... publicly. Hahaha. I keep a private blog. Just for myself. Anywayz. Just a thought. I saw this sign on a car... "Future Millionaire". Was thinking.... You'll forever be a future millionaire. Come to think of it, that's what Pastor's been teaching us. We are already forgiven. We  are the righteousness of God in Christ. Not in the future, but NOW. NOW!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7873436167472555187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=7873436167472555187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7873436167472555187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7873436167472555187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-was-last-time-that-i-blogged-as-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-765526977887646127</id><published>2008-01-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:30:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am feeling extremely bored now. Sigh. There must be more to life than this. I can't keep on living life with this... hole all my life. ARGH!!!! I mean, yes, Jesus is the answer to everything.... Maybe it's the book that I'm reading. All of a sudden I feel like I've forgotten all my dreams. And there's still no fire in me of course. Haha. The passion for life. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/765526977887646127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=765526977887646127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/765526977887646127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/765526977887646127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-feeling-extremely-bored-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4055248091548102875</id><published>2008-01-08T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:43:23.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha Driving is fun. Gears, clutch. Think the hardest is coordinating the changing of gears. Need to get used to it. Manual car rocks! Next time I can drive a Ferrari ok! Did I mention that I learnt bike before.Anywayz, that was.... 5 years ago. I had no money to complete the course. Darn. I was stuck at my circuit test. Failed. Anywayz I failed  my theory trial test 43/50!!! Argh!!!! And I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4055248091548102875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=4055248091548102875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4055248091548102875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4055248091548102875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/haha-driving-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7115584140058969503</id><published>2008-01-01T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T14:21:55.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a way to start 2008.... I am still continuing my flu from 2007. It seems to have gotten worse.But I know I'm blessed. Haha. Yesterday my cg peepz came over to my house... Honestly I'm not thatttt proud of my house cos oh well it's kinda old. *worried*That was so stupid of me. But anywayz if people minded they didn't mention anything. Hee. Seems like mine is a love-hate relationship with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7115584140058969503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=7115584140058969503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7115584140058969503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7115584140058969503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-way-to-start-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-2670996317386809018</id><published>2007-12-25T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:19:29.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>christmas.... what can i say?this year has really been good. i think. at least i can say that. for the past few years.... i can't say that. Haha. I wish they were better. But I guess, this year, maybe my perspective changed. 1. new job. 2. back to campus! new caregroup. 3. new leaders4. new role in serving. 5. new car in the family6. i must say my mum's been blessed financially. 7. hmz... dunno </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2670996317386809018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=2670996317386809018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2670996317386809018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2670996317386809018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-3119817627119589416</id><published>2007-12-18T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:43:16.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is my temper so short tonight? I'm getting irritated with the whole world... and i mean the whole world. and i'm irritated at being irritated. why are theere soooooooo many pple out there shopping?!?!?! God. It's bloody crowded and I'm just irate at people, people, people! So ungracious of me. argh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3119817627119589416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=3119817627119589416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3119817627119589416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/3119817627119589416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-is-my-temper-so-short-tonight-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1796412030496486387</id><published>2007-12-09T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:14:57.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was another day of good messasge... was wondering on my way to church.. in a reflective mood again. Why do I have to go to church? Week in and week out I go to church on Sunday without fail, and this time I really wonder and just need to take time to reflect. Similarly, why do I attend Saturday services? etc etc. To feed. To receive. To open my eyes and see the glory of my Lord Jesus Christ</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1796412030496486387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=1796412030496486387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1796412030496486387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1796412030496486387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-another-day-of-good-messasge.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4654591823810577320</id><published>2007-12-08T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:50:50.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frankly speaking, i seldom read the devotions that i subscribe to... but... hahah. i read the devotion today and it spoke to me... hallelujah~~Behold The Glory Of Jesus In You         2 Corinthians 3:18    18But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.When you look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4654591823810577320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=4654591823810577320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4654591823810577320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4654591823810577320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/frankly-speaking-i-seldom-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8135904882943418276</id><published>2007-11-30T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:26:37.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've tagged myself... Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:1) Hold a concert2) Own a boutique3) Get MarriedThree Names You Go By:1) Belinda2) Ber3) BerberThree Screen Names You Have Had:1) berberlicious2) siaoger3) belindajonelleThree Physical Things You Like About Yourself:1) Face2) Thick hair3) General body shapeThree Parts Of Your Heritage:1) Singaporean lor2) 3) Three Things That You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8135904882943418276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=8135904882943418276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8135904882943418276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8135904882943418276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-tagged-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-5622330100311705081</id><published>2007-11-24T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:38:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hate the idea of unrequited love.... sigh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5622330100311705081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=5622330100311705081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5622330100311705081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/5622330100311705081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/hate-idea-of-unrequited-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-6402148468110649627</id><published>2007-11-22T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T12:41:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOME PPLE ARE JUST PLAIN STUPID. ARGH.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6402148468110649627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=6402148468110649627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6402148468110649627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6402148468110649627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-pple-are-just-plain-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-4847588124928454411</id><published>2007-11-19T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:26:07.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The rest has gone out for lunch... and I'm so super sleepy. Sigh. Yesterday... the message spoke to me somehow.. and I was crying. Crying about how I was deprived of acceptance, deprived of an identity, and the horrible thought of having to deny my own feelings. I think it's so cool, pastor telling jessica that she is a Jesusgirl. I am a Jesusgirl too! And I'm so cool!But the message is also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4847588124928454411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=4847588124928454411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4847588124928454411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/4847588124928454411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/rest-has-gone-out-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7444231278281367852</id><published>2007-11-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:21:18.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today bad thoughts rose against my pastor. Haha. I'm kind of irked by what this particular ps said when he came out, went on and on about pastor prince, what a great man he is, yada yada... but ya, i was a bit irritated. Anyway, good thing when Pastor Prince came out, he said, give all glory to Jesus.  And i felt so so so much better. Pastor Prince, still knows the grace of God. I mean, where did</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7444231278281367852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=7444231278281367852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7444231278281367852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7444231278281367852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-bad-thoughts-rose-against-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-6748058654016185165</id><published>2007-11-10T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:33:51.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for arrow service today... was good. Haha of course, cos I'm there. and... went up for prayer. simply just being a prayer spiritual glutton. I mean, who can do with more prayers? everyone la. And... It was a feel good experience. I really don't know how to explain it, but it just felt good la. I shall call it a happy zap. Firstly it felt like I was zapped by God. Like, my heart was beating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6748058654016185165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=6748058654016185165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6748058654016185165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/6748058654016185165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-for-arrow-service-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8072527919913659574</id><published>2007-11-05T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T02:03:36.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the thought of being a mum terrifies me. What triggered off this thought? My colleague told me that he dreamt of me being pregnant in the office. -_-|||But it's a good sign! Means I'm getting married soon right? Hahaha. Am I so free that I can blog? Hmz.------------haven got time to finish blogging this entry. But ya.... terrified at the idea of being a mum. I think that's why pple get post natal</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8072527919913659574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=8072527919913659574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8072527919913659574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8072527919913659574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/thought-of-being-mum-terrifies-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-2238694671573875849</id><published>2007-10-31T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:44:49.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think it's true.... as the week gradually goes on... that i feel happier cos the weekend is nearing. I'm happy that I cut my nails. Hahah. And filed them squarely, or rectangularly, watever, so that it looks like a manicure if you don't observe it too closely.My eye still hurts. Sob. And it was raining so heavily today... didn't want to wake up man.......feeling kind of elated! Hahaha... praise</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2238694671573875849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=2238694671573875849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2238694671573875849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/2238694671573875849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-479207727396026911</id><published>2007-10-31T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T01:28:41.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have been in the mentally tired mode the passt few weeks. i have no idea why too~!but anyway, i still try to keep myself happy by laughing, or smiling. But anyway, just felt a general lack of sleep. And also lack of time to do anything. Not that I have tons of important things to do.... just that... maybe burnt out? or isit PMS? hahha. And my skin is horrible now, i'm so sad. when will it heal...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/479207727396026911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=479207727396026911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/479207727396026911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/479207727396026911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-been-in-mentally-tired-mode-passt.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-8152485206344892401</id><published>2007-10-29T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T01:03:28.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ber is mean today. that makes ber a mean ber. which means ber is not nice today. meanieber!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8152485206344892401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=8152485206344892401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8152485206344892401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/8152485206344892401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/ber-is-mean-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-1295572118289712533</id><published>2007-10-24T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:19:29.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>absolute siansation... need to vent again~~!!!how come she never do anything.. later customer complain how!!!Not like it's my fault... but then... oh well. I just wan to get it over and done with... and it feels like i've got nothing to do... ha... and it's actually quite sian. Hai......... And I dunno what to do as well.. only the little mundane stuff like updating excel sheet for my records and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1295572118289712533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=1295572118289712533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1295572118289712533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/1295572118289712533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/absolute-siansation.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688773.post-7447648331283953289</id><published>2007-10-15T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T02:02:21.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Argh why is everyone on msn talking about WORK????? crazy. It's sunday yes, and tomorrow is a monday but stil.... And suddenly I had a loathing for chinese songs. Was turned off by the lyrics and the mtvs... Pple die lah.... pple fall sick la... pple run away with someone else la.... Singing about the miseries of life. OMG can they stop it????? And I did like singing them.And I think I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7447648331283953289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688773&amp;postID=7447648331283953289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7447648331283953289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688773/posts/default/7447648331283953289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berberlicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/argh-why-is-everyone-on-msn-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Fong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9zT6f1c4F_Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEYI/MebU3FQJNHA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
