<?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-5670201</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:21:16.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-115196205837560065</id><published>2006-07-03T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:31:05.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've movedhttp://www.livejournal.com/users/befermee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/115196205837560065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/115196205837560065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115196205837560065' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-115090680020699120</id><published>2006-06-21T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:20:00.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting on the deck that overlooks the lake, it's such a clear beautiful day that you can even see the outline of the ship that sank many years ago. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind as a Canadian goose takes off from the water can be heard all around. A chipmunk scurries in front of you, stops briefly to stare, and keeps going on its way. There's something so calm and peaceful about being</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/115090680020699120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/115090680020699120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115090680020699120' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-115031233145988191</id><published>2006-06-14T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:12:11.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know"My co-worker is awesome. I'm so glad we work together. Otherwise, I'd die of boredom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/115031233145988191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/115031233145988191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115031233145988191' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114939881560429278</id><published>2006-06-04T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:26:55.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonnet CXVILet me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114939881560429278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114939881560429278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114939881560429278' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114879214824512801</id><published>2006-05-28T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:55:48.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm scared my mouth is getting infected. the left side is starting to swell my guilty confession: i love cascada. i'm super excited for the Harbs' first game tomorrowdelayed reaction: Taylor Hicks way weirds me outScrabble is really fun, though i sucki miss Skule friends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114879214824512801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114879214824512801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114879214824512801' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114793063926592395</id><published>2006-05-18T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:37:19.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new friends can't replace the hole that old ones make when they leave. they only make the hole even bigger when they leave too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114793063926592395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114793063926592395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114793063926592395' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114736621128356131</id><published>2006-05-11T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:50:11.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I'm missing out on 1) The Chen family :(2) Seeing Sarah Park at PCA3) Softball!!!!4) SteakThings I'm finding comfort in1) Visits from friends2) Blue jello3) Season 1 of House</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114736621128356131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114736621128356131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114736621128356131' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114670806750582648</id><published>2006-05-03T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:01:07.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My Dad says the funniest things - part 2 me: So I'm trying to be healthier these days. Working out, eating better (no more fast food), less coffee and lai chas...dad: oh really? that's good! you shouldn't drink so much of that stuff anyways, it's bad for you*5 minutes later*dad: Hey you want some coffee? I'm gonna make some.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114670806750582648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114670806750582648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114670806750582648' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114571896976347138</id><published>2006-04-22T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:18:14.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Survival Guide to Wisdom Teeth Removal1) sleep, lots of it2) ice packs and drugs3) liquidy foods - congee, ice cream, Booster Juice - Bananas A Whey4) visits from friends (on the non swelly days)5) movies/tv - Pride and Prejudice, Memoirs of A Geisha, Walk the Line, Season 1 of the Office, Season 2 of LostMay 8th *cringe*.. that day is getting closer :S So if you plan on doing number 4) *wink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114571896976347138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114571896976347138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114571896976347138' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114472832497761721</id><published>2006-04-11T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:05:24.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read this in one of my course texts this morning. I love it. The author is writing about students who excel at both arts and math/sci courses. These students are at least as bright as the ones who do currently go into and stay in engineering. They too have excellent high school grades, especially in maths and sciences. But they have wide interests. They can write a proper English sentence. They</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114472832497761721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114472832497761721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114472832497761721' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114464442813705528</id><published>2006-04-10T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:09:57.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old notes and stuffI was going through a box of old notes that I've received over the years and I had so much fun re-reading them that I wanted to share it with you guys. I love notes :)"Hey Bev! High school went by fast! I'll always remember you for your colourful personality and beautiful singing voice. Hope this year is the best!" -Justin in a Christmas Candy Gram I never got to talk to Justin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114464442813705528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114464442813705528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114464442813705528' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114452555932960549</id><published>2006-04-08T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:47:07.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish...... that I could stop time. Or at least slow it down considerably. I have so much studying I have to get done before my first exam (in one week)... I haven't even finished all my assignments for BEFORE exams yet :(Funny TTC moment from yesterday: I was walking towards the Sheppard train after getting off the Yonge train when the train began to signal it's departure (for those of you who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114452555932960549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114452555932960549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114452555932960549' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114330603624516601</id><published>2006-03-25T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:00:36.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I go to Tim Hortons a lot. But I've only rolled up the rim once, when Alison reminded me to. AHH! I always forget! And it really bugs me. I might have had the cup to win the car but threw it out! haha The worst was yesterday, I had my steeped tea and I kept telling myself "don't forget to roll up the rim!" and the whole time, I kept reminding myself. At some point, I threw out the cup and didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114330603624516601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114330603624516601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114330603624516601' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114257676021909267</id><published>2006-03-17T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:38:14.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are my friends...and this is what we do for funSprings           TorqueEscape             Velocity          Equilibrium       Newtons     VoltageI(current)NonpolarCapacitanceE-FieldConstantsHeader (file)InheritanceLinked ListsIostreamNamespace                      TrigonometricEpsilonDeltaand as for my name? well.. nothing really starts with B...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114257676021909267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114257676021909267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114257676021909267' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114222832393376854</id><published>2006-03-13T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:15:32.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past Friday, I unexpectedly had a chance to see a good friend from high school. Since graduation, I'd only really seen him one other time when I bumped into him briefly at Ryerson. Yet we had so much in high school.. so many memories.. so many experiences shared. Our first duet in gr.9 (that we did twice since his mom showed up late and missed the first one :P), boxer-boy jokes, basketball </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114222832393376854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114222832393376854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114222832393376854' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114206076407216095</id><published>2006-03-11T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:06:04.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>driving out of bayview village tonight, aly and i noticed that the car in front of us had the license plate "POO SET"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114206076407216095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114206076407216095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114206076407216095' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114171572505535859</id><published>2006-03-07T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:15:25.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, i wrote a midterm in UC. I've NEVER been in that building before. Wow, when I walked in, I really felt like I was in Harry Potter!!! My friends and I were all yelling spells at each other and I kept expecting the sorting hat to come bouncing down the aisles to check out T Cards or something. Haha it was fun... now if only I were Hermione and had her brains to help me ace that midterm :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114171572505535859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114171572505535859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114171572505535859' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114098688082146086</id><published>2006-02-26T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:45:46.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dad says/does the funniest things sometimes...Me: So dad, what did you rent?Dad: FlightplanRoxanne: Are there any good movies coming out soon?Dad: Yeah, Pride and Prejudice is coming out Tuesday*stare*Apparently, the lady at the video store listed a bunch of movies coming out and the only one my dad remembered was Pride and Prejudice... it's a little bit odd...Then in the car the other day, my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114098688082146086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114098688082146086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114098688082146086' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114058331016757299</id><published>2006-02-21T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:03:35.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures on flickr! check it! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114058331016757299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114058331016757299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114058331016757299' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-114037781234563748</id><published>2006-02-19T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:36:52.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really love helping out for worship and i always want to... it's just that everytime i do, i always end up wanting to crawl into a hole and hiding forever :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114037781234563748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/114037781234563748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114037781234563748' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113997899998343422</id><published>2006-02-14T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:49:59.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!! I don't care about the whole "oh why should we have one special day to tell people we love them, we should do it all the time" argument... or the "it's just a made up holiday to get people to spend money" argument... I DON'T CARE. I LOVE today. After Christmas, this is my second favourite day. Every year I get excited and I plan out things I'm gonna do for my friends. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113997899998343422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113997899998343422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113997899998343422' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113977721747527483</id><published>2006-02-12T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:46:57.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Normally, I wouldn't be writing something like this for everybody to read, b/c this is pretty personal. But it really has been an interesting experience and it's been pretty cool to realize how a really negative situation yielded non negative results. So a little bit of background. The past few years, I've been learning how most guys are.. well, jerks. Don't get me wrong, I know good ones exist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113977721747527483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113977721747527483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113977721747527483' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113961773811225402</id><published>2006-02-10T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:55:18.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"so who's gonna pick me up everytime that I fall?That's like taking off my sneakers everytime that I ballAfter all, the ref never reverses a callSo all this begging and complaining is wasting all of my timeIf I made the laws, I would make heartbreak a crime... I'm so sorry"I think that when two engineers can express their artistically creative side, albeit, during calculus class, it's still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113961773811225402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113961773811225402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113961773811225402' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113929143568582218</id><published>2006-02-07T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:50:35.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a great day *smile*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113929143568582218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113929143568582218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113929143568582218' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113918207245215928</id><published>2006-02-05T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:27:52.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a super UN-productive weekend it's been. Since leaving Clare's house at midnight on Friday (or rather Saturday), I've slept, eaten, slept, eaten, msned, watched a movie, slept, gone to church, eaten, and slept some more. The only productive thing I've done happened in the last ten minutes: I've managed to just finish writing the first three sentences of my lab report. Then I got more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113918207245215928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113918207245215928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113918207245215928' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113848484565990915</id><published>2006-01-28T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:47:25.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the person on the left is my ex-floormate's best friend... i'm so jealous.. *sigh* the days when we used to not do work and watch One Tree Hill together... chad michael murray, you are so hot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113848484565990915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113848484565990915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113848484565990915' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113847756056441829</id><published>2006-01-28T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:46:00.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check this out:http://leonardodicaprio.org i'm impressed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113847756056441829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113847756056441829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113847756056441829' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113834372420955843</id><published>2006-01-27T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:35:24.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>huah! &lt;---- don't ask me what noise that is, i can hear it in my head but i don't know how to explain it.. or why i do it...anyways! today was a super good day! besides the fact that i had so many classes.. so the morning was less than awesome, i found ways to entertain myself in class (ways that don't include paying attention) and it was so much fun :) all day i was looking forward to meeting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113834372420955843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113834372420955843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113834372420955843' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113815491508501151</id><published>2006-01-24T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:08:35.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day! Despite waking up late and feeling very unrested and having to take the TTC while it was uber crowded (and yes, have gross people touching me), I was in a great mood and... it was just a really good day :)It started off when I got off the streetcar and I saw a friend I was sorta hoping to see, but not expecting to see. It was a brief 20 second convo since we were both late </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113815491508501151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113815491508501151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113815491508501151' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113788031461546715</id><published>2006-01-21T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:51:54.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"people will always walk in and out of your life. you will get disappointed, hurt, and rejected. and each time, in your own defense, you become a little more jaded and a little more hardened. but then once in a while, somebody will come along and you'll choose to throw caution into the wind and for a short period of time, you love them with everything you have. and that's the person who will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113788031461546715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113788031461546715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113788031461546715' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113621289791179437</id><published>2006-01-02T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T09:41:58.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So This Is the New Year...and I don't feel any different"People always seem to ask "so how was your new years.. did you party?" or something like that. I've never cared much for new years.. i'm pretty indifferent to it... to me, it's just another day. But a friend of mine sent me a "happy new year" email and the last thing she wrote was a verse...As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113621289791179437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113621289791179437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113621289791179437' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113594677546745666</id><published>2005-12-30T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T08:53:09.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A Girl's Right to Shoes"i came to hk really wanting to find a pair of pumas for cheaper... the classic speedcat look.. anyways, so everywhere i go i'm going into shoe stores looking... i see some that are okaaay.. but they're either too pricey... or don't have my size... and then there are some that have my size and are a decent price, but not exactly what i want.. so i decide to wait... i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113594677546745666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113594677546745666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113594677546745666' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113594421543936840</id><published>2005-12-30T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T07:03:35.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in hk... filling out surveys?! stolen from traceLast car ride: my aunt's car last nightLast kiss: my cousin angie :) :) :) Last good cry: i can't remember... so that's a really good thing!Last library book checked out: can't remember that one either...Last movie seen: i saw the first 5 minutes of breakfast at tiffany's the other nightLast book read: John Grisham's The BrokerLast cuss word uttered</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113594421543936840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113594421543936840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113594421543936840' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113586908071174276</id><published>2005-12-29T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:11:20.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had lunch today with Rev. Hay Him Chan. Even though I've never really bothered much in getting to know CSC pastors (since I'm in ESC), I've always found him a very interesting person and I've always liked him. He married my parents.. I find that so "awww"-worthy... and he baby dedicated me too... it's like, he's been part of our family's journey haha that's what my dad said at least. Okay, back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113586908071174276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113586908071174276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113586908071174276' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113511150940309465</id><published>2005-12-20T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:45:09.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Blogging on the plane Well, I’m bored and my mom’s done with the laptop, so I might as well blog about the beginnings of this trip. We arrived in Chicago to catch our connecting flight to HK to find that it was extremely overbooked. So the airline was offering $400 US plus hotel accommodation and meal vouchers to wait a day and catch the next flight. Well, who would have thought my parents would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113511150940309465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113511150940309465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113511150940309465' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113442287852649807</id><published>2005-12-12T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:27:58.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a few cakes to add onto my list from a while ago... Reduced Fat Caramel Walnut Coffee Cake from  Starbucks . It's really good when it's fresh.. and it's really good with a starbuck's mild brew of coffee. I've had people tell me it looks like a sponge but it's really yummy.and to continue my list from Second Cup:Raspberry Cheesecake I loved it. I love raspberry and i love cheesecake! It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113442287852649807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113442287852649807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113442287852649807' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113424284183311649</id><published>2005-12-10T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:27:21.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was reading a book for school the other day "The Human Factor" by Kim Vicente. and surprisingly, 42 pages in, i read something that i paralleled to church.. it was pretty neat! Anyways, Vicente's talking about the whole idea of "transitional instabilities where new technologies and social structures arise" but then get tossed out.... the traditional way of thinking has lost its appeal and is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113424284183311649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113424284183311649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113424284183311649' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113296812649705222</id><published>2005-11-25T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:22:06.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because i'm bored... that's a lie.. it's because i love these things...When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at ?-if my baby hairs are flying everywhereHow much cash do you have on you?-30?What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"?-BEST!Favorite flower?-something cute, like a daisy, but not a boring one.. one that's a unique colour!Who is the 4th person on your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113296812649705222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113296812649705222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113296812649705222' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113072912052021205</id><published>2005-10-30T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:25:20.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAGGED!!!!!Rules of the game: Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this. Also leave a post on their blog space to let these people know.hmm i'm gonna find it hard to list 5 things... but i'm glad i got this.. cuz i was itching to post.. but had nothing good to post about1. I just watched the entire first season of 24 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113072912052021205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113072912052021205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113072912052021205' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-113008401806072329</id><published>2005-10-23T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:13:38.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm going through a cake phase.. i can't stop eating it. everywhere i go! i'm always craving cake! so here is my little cake review from the past week or sofrom second cup: Chocolate Mousse Bomb - a layer of chocolate cake, a layer of mousse... full of chocolatey goodness! this started my cake craze. i hadn't had such good chocolate cake in a long time! the cake was nice a fluffy, the mousse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113008401806072329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/113008401806072329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113008401806072329' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112978089308918658</id><published>2005-10-19T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:01:33.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNY MAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!i'm so incredibly exhausted. and will continue to be incredibly exhausted for a while. i guess school is really starting to go crazy.. with midterms 'n all :)and i JUST borrowed season 1 of 24 from my friend... i told him not to give it to me til NEXT week since this weekend i have to STUDY... but he woudln't listen... but... i'm going to exercise self control</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112978089308918658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112978089308918658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112978089308918658' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112949344730265372</id><published>2005-10-16T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:10:47.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"who is Harry Potter's friend??""Dumbledore!"oh this weekend has been absolutely amazing! it's been such a delight to play with Maddie again and I've been so blessed to be able to talk to Char in person again. I've really missed the Chen family and it's probably a stretch, but i hope maybe somehow i'll be able to see them again before they leave. Maddie has grown so much! she's taller and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112949344730265372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112949344730265372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112949344730265372' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112892103094474788</id><published>2005-10-10T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:12:31.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm feeling like a little bit of a mess lately. i'm not sure how to describe it really. perhaps it's this question of "is there something more?" all i do these days is study. yet i feel like i'm the ONLY one doing it. everyone else has all this time to see people and to do things NON school related (it seems like). i can barely muster up enough energy to go to benjamin on friday nights. and it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112892103094474788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112892103094474788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112892103094474788' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112855271576026708</id><published>2005-10-05T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:14:10.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are a couple of splurges i've been thinking about the past while... i don't know if i'll actually BUY any of them tho.. or even allow myself to splurge like that.. it just doesn't make sense... like, i feel like there are better things i could do with my money...**editted**i've changed my mind...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112855271576026708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112855271576026708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112855271576026708' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112779032620644628</id><published>2005-09-26T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:05:26.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like such a bad gf's cousin. i'm so sorry :( i feel it even more apropriate to put this up again...I pray You'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go.And help us to be wise in times when we don't knowLet this be our prayer, when we lose our wayLead us to the place, guide us with Your graceTo a place where we'll be safeLa luce che tu haiI pray we'll find Your lightnel cuore resteraand hold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112779032620644628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112779032620644628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112779032620644628' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112770699938169817</id><published>2005-09-25T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:56:40.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently reading "Captivating" by John and Stasi Elderidge. It has yet to be an "amazing" book but I've definitely found some very interesting points that perhaps one day i'll share when i'm not so tired. i really like this song...I pray you'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go.And help us to be wise in times when we don't knowLet this be our prayer, when we lose our wayLead us to the place,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112770699938169817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112770699938169817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112770699938169817' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112693074333381407</id><published>2005-09-17T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:19:03.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's so much crap going on.. so much loss.. and sadness... tragedies.. hurting friends... It's really sad to hear about things... it really makes me stop and think "how dare i be so selfish and care only of my own problems?"... I don't know the reason behind why things are happening... I can only hope that God can truly be a comfort to those who are hurting and that those in pain right now can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112693074333381407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112693074333381407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112693074333381407' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112622238777816978</id><published>2005-09-08T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:33:07.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is going to be so tough...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112622238777816978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112622238777816978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112622238777816978' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112588031622754726</id><published>2005-09-04T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:31:57.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I asked for one sign, and You gave me many. As I look back, I remember being so frustrated at not getting that ONE sign that I so firmly believed You would give me. I love how stupid I was... just b/c it didn't come in the form I was expecting, doesn't mean I didn't get it, ten times over. Here am I, all of meTake my life, it's all for TheeTake my will, and make it ThineIt shall be no longer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112588031622754726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112588031622754726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112588031622754726' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112538040498843235</id><published>2005-08-30T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:40:04.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a nice little reminder...Everyone longs to give himself or herself completely to someone, to have a deep and committed soul relationship with another, to be loved thoroughly and unconditionally. But God says:No, not until you are satisfied, fulfilled and content with being loved by Me alone, with giving yourself totally, unreservedly to Me alone.I love you, My child, and until you discover that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112538040498843235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112538040498843235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112538040498843235' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112534564751669447</id><published>2005-08-29T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:00:47.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey guys, i think i'm gonna try to go to sunday school this fall... keep me accountable please!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112534564751669447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112534564751669447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112534564751669447' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112533330360995662</id><published>2005-08-29T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:35:03.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a crazy weekend! well, actually, let me backtrack to the end of the week... it was soooo good to finally be done work. i mean.. it's been a really fun past 4 months.. and i'm going to miss seeing all my coworkers (they're sooooo awesome to hang out with ahah)... i learned a lot and definitely had a better time than last year but i'm ready to take a break!!! i FINALLY got to sleep in today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112533330360995662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112533330360995662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112533330360995662' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112467212518387673</id><published>2005-08-21T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:55:25.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>with the blink of an eye, summer's over. i can't believe how quickly it flew by. i mean, i guess i've been looking forward to school starting so much that i've forgotten to enjoy the present. i feel like perhaps i haven't fully appreciated the friends that have been home for the summer. and now, some of them are already gone.. or leaving in the next few days... and i'm kinda sad :( u'd think i'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112467212518387673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112467212518387673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112467212518387673' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112440666668141717</id><published>2005-08-18T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:11:06.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i find myself very easily irritable these days. everywhere i go, there's someone or something aggravating me. just today, i felt myself losing patience with one of my co-workers. the other day with members of my softball team. i kinda don't like that. i mean, that kinda makes me a spoilsport and no fun to be around right? anyways... *shrug* maybe i just find certain qualities of people more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112440666668141717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112440666668141717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112440666668141717' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112429015692250834</id><published>2005-08-17T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T10:49:16.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a wise person once said:Going to church is like going to class. Makes a slight difference if you just go, but a huge difference if you go with the purpose of letting things change your mind. i thought that was pretty insightful :)okay. so i used to wonder if paying an extra $1.50 for the Go train to get to work was really worth it. I mean, in one week, i'd save $7.50! In a month, that's $30! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112429015692250834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112429015692250834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112429015692250834' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112407692546565328</id><published>2005-08-14T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:35:49.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first off, the highlight of today was watching cass hit her homerun.... oh my GOSHHHHHHHHHH!!!! and we're talking REAL homerun (none of these infield HR cuz of mistakes), way over CF... it was crazy!! woot! what a way to end her season :) i'm sooooo proud of you cass! so today! church was fun.. the best was when trace was eating her breakfast while pastor richard was talking the ENTIRE 45 min </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112407692546565328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112407692546565328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112407692546565328' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112399514281735515</id><published>2005-08-14T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:52:22.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well it's been quite insane. this past week's been really stressful... with work, friendships, softball, lack of sleep... etc... i had never wanted the weekend to come so badly. it started last night with the welcome Gileadites program. that was sooo much fun.. emily's sooo good at planning these programs :) it completely exhausted me! i got home and just crashed! woke up early to get ready to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112399514281735515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112399514281735515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112399514281735515' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112377308539937575</id><published>2005-08-11T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:55:30.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw the cutest thing while i was getting off the go train yesterday. there was a mother and two kids sitting on a bench.. the girl was about 4 years old.. cutest thing EVER with her curly long blonde hair.. and a little boy about 2 years old... teh girl suddenly gets up 'n runs away... she saw her daddy get off the train 'n ran out to give him a hug... her little brother soon followed... 'n her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112377308539937575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112377308539937575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112377308539937575' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112354779434488432</id><published>2005-08-08T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:55:01.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heheh it was a really awesome weekend! played two softball games this weekend. Seraphs, I am so proud of you guys! The games were so fun and spirited :) I'm glad we were able to come together 'n just have fun :) I can really see how much we've grown and improved as a team throughout this past season. I'm so sad it's flown by so quickly! Two more games and then, *cross fingers* scorsheets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112354779434488432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112354779434488432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112354779434488432' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112308348667052101</id><published>2005-08-03T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:39:35.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! okay, coldplay was SOOOOOO awesome. like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! hehehhehehe oh my GOSH. thank YOUUUUUUU x100000000000000!!!!!! i've had so many of their songs stuck in my head all morning hehehheh i took quite a few video clips (don't worry Em, i'll show you!) and i'm soooo glad they played the two songs i wanted (didn't really doubt that they would)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112308348667052101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112308348667052101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112308348667052101' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112285268099866751</id><published>2005-07-31T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:50:35.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW. that's the only way i can describe today. Janice and Aaron's wedding was so beautiful. the scenery was super pretty!!! I teared SO many times. oh man, 'n aaron was bawling BUCKETS when janice was walking down the aisle! 'n april was soooooo pretty too! 'n.. it was just such a nice ceremony. even though it was a little bit hot and sunny, the heat was quickly forgotten when the wedding started</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112285268099866751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112285268099866751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112285268099866751' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112131158574841353</id><published>2005-07-13T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:26:25.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i LOVE dating. there's just something really fun about it. now i don't actually mean the romantic kind of dating though. i'm talking about just going and hanging out one on one with people. dinner. coffee (the personal favourite). movie. shopping. etc. i think it's really fun. especially the person that i am, i like smaller groups.. no more than two or three. it's just easier to really spend time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112131158574841353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112131158574841353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112131158574841353' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112113046514370626</id><published>2005-07-11T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:10:39.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks everyone for all the well wishes, gifts, phone calls, laughs, meals, drinks, etc for my birthday! i'm so touched that you guys all went so out of your way! i really was not expecting anything fancy from ANYBODY and you all surprised me! THANK YOU! i'm sorry i don't have pictures of everything to put up.. i wish i did... i definitely felt special this year though! i really don't know how to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112113046514370626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112113046514370626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112113046514370626' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112089339079865280</id><published>2005-07-09T03:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T03:16:30.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, it's been a few days. been away at the cottage enjoying myself :) it was a good vacation.. lots of laughs and fun times with my cousins.. celebrate my grandma's SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY! yet she is still so young... more agile than me! but i guess being a lazy fat bum 'n all.. it's not hard to beat haha anyways... so yes, it was a ton of fun.. kinda dreading going back to work.. but oh well!!!i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112089339079865280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112089339079865280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112089339079865280' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-112089054914368657</id><published>2005-07-09T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T02:29:09.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you try your best but you don't succeedWhen you get what you want but not what you needWhen you feel so tired but you can't sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you can't replaceWhen you love someone but it goes to wastecould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youAnd high up above or down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112089054914368657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/112089054914368657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112089054914368657' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111922352453880171</id><published>2005-06-19T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:25:24.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um, i sorta want the new backstreet boy album... my love for brian will never die.. hahaha..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111922352453880171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111922352453880171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111922352453880171' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111851244869962759</id><published>2005-06-11T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T13:54:08.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've had some strange dreams as of late... they're kind of weird!two nights ago, i dreamt a certain cousin of mine was getting married. hehehe i won't say who ;) and at her wedding, her husband-to-be arrived on a giant brown horse... kind of like your fairy tale prince! but he was late. we were ALL waiting for him. and it was a church similar to the one in the Patriot.. um, the one that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111851244869962759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111851244869962759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111851244869962759' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111810491889867042</id><published>2005-06-06T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T13:29:53.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my birthday wish list :) - AWESOME weather for the family cottage trip- movie and dinner date with ahsin, mark, rida, and muzi- a phone call from taab (and maybe guang guang??????? :P)- somehow being able to see michelle, steven, justin, anthony, lucais, and kitty all      together???- being able to cook dinner for ALL of my girlsthat's it for now :)HOLY SWEET MOTHER I'VE GOT AN AWESOME FRIEND </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111810491889867042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111810491889867042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111810491889867042' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111794276701777766</id><published>2005-06-04T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:39:27.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woweee it's been fun today! Woke up around 10ish and had a nice long convo with taab. had lunch and then headed out for church's 35th anniversary celebration. That was actually really long. it wasn't too bad though :P after that, went to softball practice. first it was at bayview but then we changed to huntsmill (MY FAVOURITE PARK IN THE WHOLE WIDE WOOOORRRLLLDDD! hehehe) it was loads of fun. a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111794276701777766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111794276701777766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111794276701777766' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111758778668470259</id><published>2005-05-31T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:03:06.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GuangGuang said:"i should make up a warning system similar to US's terrorism alert.Green - normal bev without coffee.  okay to hang out withYellow - bev with coffee.  slightly hyper.  okay to hang out with, but watch your actionsAmber - bev X 2.  unknown source of hyperactivity.  evade if at all possible.  don't anger herRed - bev after alcohol.  armour and gas masks ready.  stay at home and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111758778668470259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111758778668470259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111758778668470259' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111741659190427287</id><published>2005-05-29T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:29:51.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, this weekend feels like it's been sooo long. And not in a good way. Saturday I didn't do much except catch up on the finales for Lost and Alias (which by the way was SO GOOD.. way to make up for a crappy season!). I went to pick up my dad at the airport though. It was nice to see him again and he brought gifts haha. Not that that's why i was so happy to see him :) I talked to a very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111741659190427287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111741659190427287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111741659190427287' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111716009079009867</id><published>2005-05-26T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:14:50.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i LOVED my long weekend. i didn't do very much. mostly stayed in, slept, cooked, relaxed, vegged. u know. it was relaxing. Tuesday came around and i was actually refreshed and ready for work (for once!). This week's been rather hectic at work. I've been given quite a few assignments to do. So everyday I've been rushing to finish them. I come home, and I'm totally exhausted and ready for bed. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111716009079009867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111716009079009867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111716009079009867' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111673678037721629</id><published>2005-05-22T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:39:40.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been a long time. Work has been keeping me really busy and there's nothing too exciting to blog about. And not to mention I'm just too tired to write much once I get home from after work :)But last weekend, I went to Texas to visit Josh, Char, Maddie, and future baby! It was so awesome. I had an amazing time hanging out with them and catching up with them. Char and i enjoyed some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111673678037721629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111673678037721629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111673678037721629' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111557874011079911</id><published>2005-05-08T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:59:00.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i started work this week and it's been so long.. and tiring. the first day was really boring cuz there wasn't much for me to do. as the week went on, however, things picked up a bit and i received some tasks that were a little more challenging than just sitting in my chair.most days, i was so exhausted after work that i just didn't feel like doing anything. yet by the time i got home, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111557874011079911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111557874011079911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111557874011079911' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111539650116446924</id><published>2005-05-06T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:21:41.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, I had a dream that I got engaged. But it was weird. He took me to the jewelry shop and we were gonna pick out a ring together (except I didn’t know what we were doing)… it was kinda like the scene in Sweet Home Alabama but less elaborate. While we were there, I was looking at all these rings and he just told me that he actually already picked one out for me and he was just doing this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111539650116446924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111539650116446924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539650116446924' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111497283780928819</id><published>2005-05-01T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:48:39.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sitting here listening to Sarah McLachlan's Afterglow and i'm suddenly struck with this unexplainable desire to go to her concert on May 17th. SO many things tell me it's a bad idea, but i want to go SOOO BADLY. too bad it's so freaking expensive... but did i mention she's been my musical role model for SOOOOO long??!!??! like, if i were ever on Canadian Idol and they asked me who my idol was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111497283780928819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111497283780928819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111497283780928819' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111410667755458075</id><published>2005-04-21T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:04:37.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> She walks into the newly opened coffee shop. The light from outside reflects of the glass window and blinds her for a second while the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills her senses. She smiles, she can tell it's going to be a good day. Peering around the stack of coffee, she tries to see if the croissant she's been craving is there today. The disappointment was fleeting when she realized it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111410667755458075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111410667755458075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111410667755458075' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111335886824892923</id><published>2005-04-12T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:26:10.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will remember youWill you remember me?Don’t let your life pass you byWeep not for the memoriesI never outlet-ed my thoughts on this... I thought about it a lot, but never really processed...Everything was so surreal for the longest time. I remember the hospital visits that were almost twice a week. Nothing had really sunk in then. I remember struggling to find the words to express my feelings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111335886824892923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111335886824892923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111335886824892923' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111286017981066403</id><published>2005-04-07T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:09:56.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well. It's been a while since a post of mine generated so many comments. And to think, all I had to do was type one pissed off sentence and voila, nine comments haha. I'm not resurrecting this blog (not til summer at least.. which is actually quite soon), I'm just suffering from really bad insomnia and needed to do something to pass the time. I figure, I gotta get up in three and a half hours... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111286017981066403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111286017981066403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111286017981066403' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111188772023723162</id><published>2005-03-26T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:42:00.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's the point in allowing any random person to read my thoughts? i see none.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111188772023723162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111188772023723162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111188772023723162' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111051664372659312</id><published>2005-03-10T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:50:43.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>deliver me out of the sadnessdeliver mefrom all of the madnessdeliver mecourage to guide medeliver meyour strength inside meall of my life, i've been in hidingwishing there was someone just like younow that you're here, now that i've found youi know that you're the one to pull me throughdeliver meloving and caringdeliver megiving and sharingdeliver methis cross that i'm bearingall of my life, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111051664372659312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111051664372659312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111051664372659312' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-111004422453247537</id><published>2005-03-05T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T12:37:04.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last friday, i bumped into my friend aasha... from my exchange to quebec... it was so weird, i hadn't seen her since the university fair (and that was a random cowinkydink too!)thursday, i was sitting inside BA studying and i looked up to see leslie from camp a few years back... clearly, she's now eng sci.. hehefriday, i saw creepy dude at worship night... ahhh run away.talk about blasts from the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111004422453247537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/111004422453247537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111004422453247537' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110931262585239003</id><published>2005-02-25T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:23:45.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was I the only one to noticeThat human nature doesn’t work that wayThey tell me if I look deep inside meThat I can find my own wayI only find a rebel and a fool thereWho won’t admit that he’s afraidI thought I was holdin’ on to freedomBut locked my soul up in chainsI need a heroWho’ll dare to find meFly to my rescueAnd crash through the wallAnnounce my freedomBring me to my sensesGather me into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110931262585239003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110931262585239003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110931262585239003' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110818457670835054</id><published>2005-02-11T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:02:56.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Sarah :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110818457670835054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110818457670835054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818457670835054' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110818441229335467</id><published>2005-02-11T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:00:12.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Sarah :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110818441229335467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110818441229335467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818441229335467' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110818438115045355</id><published>2005-02-11T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:59:41.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i should probably start coming up with more original posts... but.. oh well... a quiz i found off of Ken's page... You scored as black. you a nigga, yo!black42%white33%latino33%asian25%Are you a different race than you think you are?created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110818438115045355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110818438115045355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818438115045355' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110748249889707065</id><published>2005-02-03T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:01:38.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been a while since i've posted... and i actually don't have anything profound to say except i wanted to wish a very special happy birthday to a certain anonymous 22 year old. sorry dude, i woulda called earlier or visited or something but things have been crazy.... hope your year is awesome (you're probably thinking.. yeah right.) but i still think it's possible.. anything is! thanks for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110748249889707065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110748249889707065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110748249889707065' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110661657797666098</id><published>2005-01-24T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:29:37.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crunch time. i think things are starting to get really busy. i'm studying pretty hard. i'm going to apologize in advance. if i start neglecting you guys (and my blog)... i'm really sorry! i'll make up for it during reading week!!so, something i'm finding really interesting these days. in gr.11, i had to take world religions. so you know, you learn about all these different religions and stuff u</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110661657797666098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110661657797666098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110661657797666098' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110643631479331133</id><published>2005-01-22T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T18:25:14.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't really posted anything significant about what's been going on since school started. let's see, it's going to be a crazy semester. i don't know if i'm really enjoying my courses either.. or if i'm just going through it for the sake of going through it. i can't believe three weeks of school have already passed. i am so behind already! the course i'm actually enjoying the most right now is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110643631479331133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110643631479331133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110643631479331133' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110611409843499775</id><published>2005-01-19T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T00:54:58.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After all you put me throughYou'd think I'd dispise youBut in the end I wanna thank you'Cause you made that much strongerWell I thought I knew you, thinking that you were trueGuess I, I couldn't trust called your bluff, time is up'cause I've Had enoughYou were there by my side, always down for the rideBut your joy ride just came down in flames'Cause your greed sold me out in shame, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110611409843499775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110611409843499775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110611409843499775' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110591565994019164</id><published>2005-01-16T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T17:47:39.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>imagine if i could sing like emmy rossum? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110591565994019164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110591565994019164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110591565994019164' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110411419854452746</id><published>2004-12-26T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T21:23:18.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today is boxing day. for the first time in my life, i went SHOPPING on boxing day. obviously, it was overrated (which i already knew) but nonetheless, i've now gone SHOPPING on boxing day.and yesterday was Christmas! Hooray! actually, all i did was bum around home. but i guess it was my entire family bumming around home and that's what counts. And the day before was the traditional Christmas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110411419854452746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110411419854452746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110411419854452746' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110384370244314172</id><published>2004-12-23T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T18:15:02.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones we used to know..." "Walkin in a winter wonderland..."yah. no kidding. except the thoughts aren't quite as positive when you have to shovel snow and ICE for the entire freaking afternoon. still, i guess it's about as much of a work out as i've gotten since... oh softball season ended.so anyways, back to the whole Christmas idea... which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110384370244314172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110384370244314172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110384370244314172' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110290581240611903</id><published>2004-12-12T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:58:39.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We are, we are all innocent. We are all innocent..."Are we all really THAT innocent? We all go through life from the day we're born to the day we die. And at some point during the growing up process, innocence is lost. I believe that things happen in our lives, experiences and circumstances that change us and cause us to lose that innocence. But I wonder, is it possible to ever become innocent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110290581240611903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110290581240611903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110290581240611903' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110221415980375705</id><published>2004-12-04T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T21:35:59.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interestingly enough, while surfing theWB site, i read this little tidbit written by bethany joy lenz (aka, Haley James from One Tree Hill)..."You are a rare gem, precious and deeply loved. You don't have to advertise yourself or convince guys that you are worth dating. If a guy needs convincing, he's not the one for you. The man who IS right for you will be able to see past any "shyness" (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110221415980375705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110221415980375705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110221415980375705' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110169402467296579</id><published>2004-11-28T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:07:04.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i always look forward to going home and ordering my chai from the BV starbucks... unfortunately, this weekend, they DIDN'T HAVE ANY! so disappointed. hahaha when i went to order, the dude even looked at me and was like "i hate to be the bearer of bad news..." and i was just like, "i know i know." i settled for a caramel macchiato with extra caramel...so, with just a week of classes left, then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110169402467296579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110169402467296579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110169402467296579' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-110065181930705993</id><published>2004-11-16T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T19:36:59.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, just got back from dinner and i'm too full to start studying right away so i thought i'd throw in a quick blog, update a bit i guess.so how've i been doing? it's been a while since i posted... schoolwise, everything sucks. i honestly am really starting to wonder if i made a huge mistake going into engineering... sure, i've gotten some quizzes/tests back where i didn't do so great.. it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110065181930705993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/110065181930705993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110065181930705993' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-109972149310382534</id><published>2004-11-06T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:11:33.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've decided i can't waste so much time. i gotta work harder. after a horrible midterm performance, i've gotta make up for everything in my finals. i gotta work like crazy. that means a whole lot less msn-ing. no more useless blogging. for sure no more going crazy weekends. so i guess this is my "don't-expect-lots-of-blogging" thing...the one that everyone's s'posed to do BEFORE they start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/109972149310382534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/109972149310382534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109972149310382534' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-109937080262000890</id><published>2004-11-01T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:53:28.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, i've studied quite a bit tonight... but i still haven't looked at last year's exam yet. i get the feeling that when i do, i'll realize that i'm still screwed.so taking a break.. i decided to blog. except, i'm applying what i've studied i guess... i guess this is kinda the ultimate nerd post... but most of it should be pretty straight forward and understandable. but this won't actually run</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/109937080262000890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/109937080262000890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109937080262000890' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670201.post-109894827449577047</id><published>2004-10-28T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T03:24:34.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oaijd;faj;dsjfa;sjfkdsajfkdsajflkajdflkajsdlfjasfjldsajf;lsajf;sljf;sjalkjfs"may i have your attention please. may i have your attention please. the fire alarm has been activated on the seventeenth floor... [repeat]" akdj;falkdsjf;alkjf;lkajflkadsfalks i had JUST falled asleep too. and now i'm so wired i can't fall back asleep. and i have a MIDTERM TOMORROW.check  this link out.. courtesy of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/109894827449577047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670201/posts/default/109894827449577047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://befermee.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109894827449577047' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898302305241205199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
