<?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-8465694</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:41:30.657-12:00</updated><title type='text'>SYLVIA!(:</title><subtitle type='html'>someone's watching overr me`
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this blog is so so screwed.PPFT.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8525119749103611303</id><published>2008-04-14T02:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:04:40.514-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay &lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'VE MOVED!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to. www.xanga.com/creamcolouredponies&lt;br /&gt;SEEEE YA THEREEE. (;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8525119749103611303?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8525119749103611303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8525119749103611303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8525119749103611303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8525119749103611303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-ive-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3249075982509845377</id><published>2008-04-13T02:20:00.004-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:49.967-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/SAD9jwTZ1WI/AAAAAAAAALM/lqbggY9QZnQ/s1600-h/2wn670y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/SAD9jwTZ1WI/AAAAAAAAALM/lqbggY9QZnQ/s320/2wn670y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188425561434346850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fab-bu-los-saaaaa! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;woke up in the morning, got a text from him asking if im awake.&lt;br /&gt;it used to be rare last time cos he always wake up later than me. but...&lt;br /&gt;lets just say hes different now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;arranged to meet at 12 the previous night for lunch and he texted so accurately.&lt;br /&gt;so then we met up, headed to j8, cos i craved for fastfood, i got mac and he got ljs.&lt;br /&gt;went back home, grabbed my dvd Water Horse, and went down ate and watched tgr.&lt;br /&gt;show was alright, interesting throughout, but the plot was predictable.&lt;br /&gt;liked the setting though.&lt;br /&gt;mommy rang me up ytd asking what dvds i want.&lt;br /&gt;she ended up getting step up 2, juno, water horse ( for sister actually), jumper and defintely maybe.&lt;br /&gt;but Dm will only come next week.&lt;br /&gt;so mervin wait ok!&lt;br /&gt;i'll watch it with you again.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which was dinner time, i went to the market to get my dinner cos mom and eveyone else was out, headed with him to his granny's again and dined there with them.&lt;br /&gt;his aunt is soo nice!&lt;br /&gt;made salad for us with this super incredible sause and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;before we left, she offered to give me a bottle to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll try making my own salad sooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go little india, i know thats so random but yes, i need to get several things from there.&lt;br /&gt;oh and ytd night, went with pam to dine at this jap place, it was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;the price was reasonable and we were full!&lt;br /&gt;we both wore pretty dresses and heels.&lt;br /&gt;i lovee my black dress. (:&lt;br /&gt;amazingly i could walked in those heels but i had cuts.&lt;br /&gt;boooo. ):&lt;br /&gt;well, a first time to everything right?&lt;br /&gt;since ive never been a fan of heels.&lt;br /&gt;so i got my first one, like the cutting and colour.&lt;br /&gt;and its not those that backing end with a tall thin chopstick looking stilt.&lt;br /&gt;so i could walk fine in them and i felt tallllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr i'll church and then off to mervin's sister rowena's bday party.&lt;br /&gt;she said to expect 50 plus people.&lt;br /&gt;then i told her. " you're inviting as though your house is a 3 storey house eh. "&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i mean c'on! 5 room flat, 50 plus?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd i feel, i blog at such weird timings, that when people read, its like they have to gauge roughly what my "yesterday" meant or "today" is.&lt;br /&gt;get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;i can say today when its already like 238am now.&lt;br /&gt;but i meant the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ps: i miss my sec sch friends.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, i know i will try my best not to lose contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;cos they've left too much of footprints on my heart already.&lt;br /&gt;havent yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owell, ok face it.  ive got issues man.&lt;br /&gt;nah la im kiddding.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i do...&lt;br /&gt;AHH before i go insane i shall go make my cup of tea to ease my desperate crave.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay goodnight to you and you and you.&lt;br /&gt;-bows.&lt;br /&gt;ciao owwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and talking about crave. i crave for Tcc beef slice toufu thing.&lt;br /&gt;grace dont you dont you?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and evidently my posts are paragraphed according to my chain of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;hence, i think my "goodbyes or goodnights " dont always go last.&lt;br /&gt;though i'm trying to&lt;br /&gt;cos it'll be an awkward end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ive got wavers on my hair, do you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wavers are devices that make your hair more wavy, rather than it being overly straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddddd i was kidding, i dont think theres such a thing, but i know a way to make hair more wavy, but its not through a waver la.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BYE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3249075982509845377?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3249075982509845377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3249075982509845377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3249075982509845377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3249075982509845377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-fab-bu-los-saaaaa-woke-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/SAD9jwTZ1WI/AAAAAAAAALM/lqbggY9QZnQ/s72-c/2wn670y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3202013327452980129</id><published>2008-04-11T02:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:50.282-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_5VggTZ1VI/AAAAAAAAALE/5oiXKe-OhG0/s1600-h/adbusters-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_5VggTZ1VI/AAAAAAAAALE/5oiXKe-OhG0/s320/adbusters-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187677837692884306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the magazine. Very nice write ups.&lt;br /&gt;Good journalists.&lt;br /&gt;( The cover is not usually like that, it looks like a gossip mag from the front with probably paris hilton face with small stars at the side with their unglam shots)&lt;br /&gt;but. its not what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;they talk about a lot of political issues.&lt;br /&gt;and they get unique models. Hence, its not typical.&lt;br /&gt;from gross ones that once sufffered illnesses and how they're willing to model to show the world how to prevent them, to really hot ones.&lt;br /&gt;a magazine worth buying though its more than 10 sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i'll stop promoting.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and ive caught Definitely Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;touching, funny, sad, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, goodnight readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3202013327452980129?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3202013327452980129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3202013327452980129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3202013327452980129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3202013327452980129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-like-magazine.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_5VggTZ1VI/AAAAAAAAALE/5oiXKe-OhG0/s72-c/adbusters-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6271428529479693477</id><published>2008-04-08T11:05:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:50.471-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_ul9wbqi-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/PTDxQ9db0lo/s1600-h/2hovhbl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_ul9wbqi-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/PTDxQ9db0lo/s320/2hovhbl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186921876238797794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i read Yeeling's blog and i really agree to what she says.&lt;br /&gt;www.yeeling.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;just read.&lt;br /&gt;and you'll realize its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr night, i'll start packing for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;and mommy is not mad at me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;well, not like she won't be in future no more, but at least for now, its better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and todays afternoon thunder was scary with a capital S.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly jumped and everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i wasn't out.&lt;br /&gt;ok ive got to wake up early tmr. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had soo many thoughts at this particular moment, and it seems like if a person can just give you a laptop right away, you can type endlessly,&lt;br /&gt;but after that moment is missed, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;and when you're finally right in front of your com. Bearly 4lines of what you wanted to say can come out.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me for being random. Besides, a public blog is a place to satisfy a thought that's been wanting to be heard or seen, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6271428529479693477?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6271428529479693477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6271428529479693477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6271428529479693477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6271428529479693477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-what-hes-trying-to-do-right.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_ul9wbqi-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/PTDxQ9db0lo/s72-c/2hovhbl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-5472340992879726297</id><published>2008-04-07T11:59:00.008-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:50.627-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_phEAbqi9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/2q2WsiM7wJI/s1600-h/2i7akn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_phEAbqi9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/2q2WsiM7wJI/s320/2i7akn7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186564642333952978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a cheeky picture. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking if i should blog or go to sleep, but since im still eating my banana, i shall just use the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with pamy today.&lt;br /&gt;headed to bugis wanting to eat the pretty famous restaurant for the fried slice fish noodles.&lt;br /&gt;and we did!&lt;br /&gt;yummmm. myeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;so after that we felt so bloated, oh and the lime juice there was good.&lt;br /&gt;homemade, always the best.&lt;br /&gt;so we just walked around since she was looking for her shades.&lt;br /&gt;and when we aimlessly walked to bugis street, i said,  " welcome to malaysia. "&lt;br /&gt;haha honestly! take a look at the surroundings at level 1, like malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;so crowded, packed with stalls and very squezzzzy pathways.&lt;br /&gt;we walked ard, nthg much, as what she said, almost every store looks the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard bugis after that, and i wanna watch definitely maybe!&lt;br /&gt;pam told me that earlier but didnt really know what was it about, but then i found out afew days back.&lt;br /&gt;saw the giant poster in bugis at the cinema level.&lt;br /&gt;the male lead's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she saw the shades that she want alr! but its like 200 plus plus.cos its from Armani.&lt;br /&gt;wth right.&lt;br /&gt;haha but at least now she know what kinda shape and design to look for already.&lt;br /&gt;so thats good, aint a wasted trip. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after meeting her, ard like 6plus we headed home, cos there was dinner at home.&lt;br /&gt;met mervin for a while, and then back home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;ate, then went with him to his granny's for his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and she cooked ikan bilis. my loveee, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;his aunt made salad, he did some, then we shared after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;had dragon fruit too.&lt;br /&gt;i love his grandma. (;&lt;br /&gt;well, in fact, i tend to have soft spot for the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;my clique would know!&lt;br /&gt;my major crush on lee kuan yew in sec sch, whoa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i still rmb his bday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 sep&lt;/span&gt;. same as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raffles hotel&lt;/span&gt;, and thats why he celebrated it there last yr. and he was once a RI boy.&lt;br /&gt;see, so smart right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexily geeky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;until now. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, you must be thinking.. enough of my random spore history already.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im going for a camp on thurs to sat- freshmen camp. (With pam ros and yeeling.)&lt;br /&gt;then again on tues to fri - Desgin sch camp. (With pam ros yeeling and mervin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feel so lazyyyy. ):&lt;br /&gt;booooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd the song tu amor is on my head ever since i reached home from meeting him.&lt;br /&gt;SO RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;hence, i should post it. Play it if you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OkxJ60xvKQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OkxJ60xvKQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor(tu amor), I will always be&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor(tu amor), means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Esteras siempre en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;You're the one in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I live for tu amor, tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright readers, Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, yes sockchen sent me this vid ytd. Go watch it for yourself to judge. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYwDV-7uDyc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYwDV-7uDyc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnndddd thennnn, im off to sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Feels like I have always known you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I swear I dreamt about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All those endless nights I was alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like I've spent forever searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I know that it was worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you it feels like I am finally home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause' you leave me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't help but surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My everything to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought I could resist you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought that I was strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow you were different from what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't see you coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You took me by surprise and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You stole my heart before I could say no "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-5472340992879726297?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5472340992879726297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=5472340992879726297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5472340992879726297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5472340992879726297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-cheeky-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_phEAbqi9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/2q2WsiM7wJI/s72-c/2i7akn7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2007444849574941533</id><published>2008-04-06T11:58:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:50.808-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_kKlwbqi8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/tCx32rSvQGo/s1600-h/10s5enn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_kKlwbqi8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/tCx32rSvQGo/s320/10s5enn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186188089666210754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so on saturday, everyone seemed to have plans. haha&lt;br /&gt;i went out with eunice! (;&lt;br /&gt;walked all over, and we bought serveral things.&lt;br /&gt;well, to sum it up, we're happy with our dresses, and im happy with my heels. (:&lt;br /&gt;cause coicidentially it goes perfect with the dress that i bought.&lt;br /&gt;though i can wear that pair of heels with jeans or other bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;and she bused to church and i bused back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;was glad i got to catch up with many people!&lt;br /&gt;Malia, Stefanie, Elsie, Jessica, Hui yu, Agape, Jins, and soo many more!&lt;br /&gt;and. i realized many own a psp!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;some pics are up on friendster. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. so today. Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, whole family went to church.&lt;br /&gt;Then i got home, cause i had to rush down to Thos sb, raffles hotel to pass them Lex's bday card since hes coming back on Tues to work and ive alr quit.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to pass them today.&lt;br /&gt;mervin went with me, met ard like near 1.&lt;br /&gt;went down, and passed them.&lt;br /&gt;took me pretty long to do the card ok!&lt;br /&gt;must find find find, cut cut cut, then paste paste paste.&lt;br /&gt;indivisually each letter so it'll be uniquely looked.&lt;br /&gt;but. i have to admit, it appeared rather kiddy.&lt;br /&gt;aiya, i did it with my sis the night before thats why ok!&lt;br /&gt;so dont laugh at it mervin.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so headed to thos sb, caught up with Hamidah, sophia, soon lee and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;they're still as funny as ever.&lt;br /&gt;stayed there awhile, while mervin looked around the shop.&lt;br /&gt;then poof, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them and the shop so much, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed bugis, walked almost everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to find a gift for cousin bday party.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up going to the national library to find mervin's book.&lt;br /&gt;Slam.&lt;br /&gt;about some skateboarder's life, saw that in kino. looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;and we both had a hard time figuring out whats. " on loan " and " not on loan "&lt;br /&gt;ok lazy to explain. but it was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. at least we got one option right, so in case youre thinking we're that noobish.&lt;br /&gt;we're not ok.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;had a nice time with him.&lt;br /&gt;for once, we did not bicker as much, haha.&lt;br /&gt;i mean in a teasing way la.&lt;br /&gt;we chatted and laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Benjamin! :D&lt;br /&gt;stay as enthu as ever in your lego and. er. maple ok!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything, your bday thing, was a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;love the chicken wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;just a reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursue the key to God's heart, not happiness, cause you'll definitely get happiness along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said this once, and i'll say it twice, cause he reminded me to.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, off for now.&lt;br /&gt;tmr im going to walk all over with pam to find her shades.&lt;br /&gt;and partnerrr, hurry come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2007444849574941533?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2007444849574941533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2007444849574941533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2007444849574941533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2007444849574941533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-so-on-saturday-everyone-seemed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_kKlwbqi8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/tCx32rSvQGo/s72-c/10s5enn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3901358314316209205</id><published>2008-04-02T12:00:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:51.111-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in case people think there's no nice sceneries in spore, here's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parkmall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_OzGQbqi7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uxim9PyVEWU/s1600-h/DSC00465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_OzGQbqi7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uxim9PyVEWU/s320/DSC00465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184684516105161650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've just go to stop and stare.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happy note, i saw jubina today! finallllly!&lt;br /&gt;after 4 world wars. And bird came back to thos today for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a month. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3901358314316209205?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3901358314316209205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3901358314316209205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3901358314316209205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3901358314316209205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-case-people-think-theres-no-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_OzGQbqi7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uxim9PyVEWU/s72-c/DSC00465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-9022777204233509936</id><published>2008-03-31T11:59:00.003-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:52.194-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_Exlwbqi3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/DkTjK7Ipiz4/s1600-h/DSC00158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_Exlwbqi3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/DkTjK7Ipiz4/s320/DSC00158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183979170806008690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out birdie's tongue stud!&lt;br /&gt;haha, and soon lee, looking smart w his formal wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_ExSgbqi0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/laqxah1IKOk/s1600-h/DSC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_ExSgbqi0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/laqxah1IKOk/s320/DSC00095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183978840093526850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sophiaaaa! Shes a really lovely girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_ExTAbqi1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TwlkpV9rWgA/s1600-h/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_ExTAbqi1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TwlkpV9rWgA/s320/DSC00088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183978848683461458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex, soon lee and birdie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_ExTwbqi2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/sKEfC0Ua5PA/s1600-h/DSC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_ExTwbqi2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/sKEfC0Ua5PA/s320/DSC00090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183978861568363362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL! haha. Hilarious face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! After work, went to watch Shutter with Miku, Waxy lexy, Ah soon, Birdie, and Soph.&lt;br /&gt;can dieee.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE WANNA SIT BESIDE ME.&lt;br /&gt;cos from past experience, they're afraid of my screamings and jerks.&lt;br /&gt;tsssk, what do you expect, horrror flick what right.&lt;br /&gt;so sophia sat beside me, theres this one part, she jerked so hard, plus she was holding the popcorn, she jerked it with her, and some flew to my face.&lt;br /&gt;Champion la you sophia.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon lee sat on my right, i was pulling his sleeve and he was laughing and telling me " eh eh eh!! my shirt leh, pull my hand can, not my shirt! "&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;after movie, everyone walked to this food court and then suppperd!&lt;br /&gt;i did not eat.&lt;br /&gt;I REPEAT. i did NOT.&lt;br /&gt;mervin, amazed not?&lt;br /&gt;okay then after that, cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;bird went with lex.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;me soph and miku took another cab.&lt;br /&gt;Soph alighted first, then me then miku last.&lt;br /&gt;he paid for it, and wanted to make sure we'll get home safely.&lt;br /&gt;how gentlemanly.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i hereby declare than thos sb raffles people are really nice and comfortable to hang out with despite the age gaps of many different people.&lt;br /&gt;but some of our age are really close though.&lt;br /&gt;20 plus, 2-3 years older.&lt;br /&gt;can hear Juicy interesting experiences and stories!&lt;br /&gt;haha and and. can hear advices and learn from them too.&lt;br /&gt;so its goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_EuSQbqiyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jljgUZ6Q0Lo/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_EuSQbqiyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jljgUZ6Q0Lo/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183975537263676194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was billybombers with Grace, Fangs, Pam, Ros, Wens ytd!&lt;br /&gt;on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;headed to church, after service, trained down with bao ling, serene, sarah, jenny and rosanne to cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;the rest left me and rosanne cos they were gonna dine at sushi tei.&lt;br /&gt;and ros and i were meeting the rest.&lt;br /&gt;so we were darnnn early.&lt;br /&gt;we walk here and there.&lt;br /&gt;and i had tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;WHATS NEW.&lt;br /&gt;i know, ever since sec sch its like that.&lt;br /&gt;so bleh bleh bleh then yay saw all of them, headed to marina sq tgr.&lt;br /&gt;haha went there twice this week i think cos i just went with mervin not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;so billybombers!&lt;br /&gt;me and rosanne ate All Star burger, Fangs took Fish and chips, Pam and Grace took ribs. Wens, as usual, act cool, never eat.&lt;br /&gt;but burp the most.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yummmmy. and we talked and stayed at billy's till quite late.&lt;br /&gt;we took more pictures but its with rosanne, upload it another time.&lt;br /&gt;for now, its just the pic with grace and fangs. (:&lt;br /&gt;okay so we walked to suntec after the meal,&lt;br /&gt;wens left earlierat suntec.&lt;br /&gt;we went to cotton on, pam got her slipper cos her heels we alr breaking.&lt;br /&gt;headed to the bus stop, waited for bus 70 for like 45 MINS.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting was playing psp with ros and pam.&lt;br /&gt;almost gave up waiting, but we saw the bus opposite turning in.&lt;br /&gt;got onto the bus, ros and I took a free ride.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay then all sat down,&lt;br /&gt;ros and pam got caught up playing my psp.&lt;br /&gt;and me fangs and grace chittter chattterd.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alighted at cherryhill, took bus 53 to j8, then bused back.&lt;br /&gt;mervin fetched me home from there.&lt;br /&gt;i was feeeling so ..... ): cos peeriodd and he even wanted to carry me home cos he saw how exhausted i was and terrible my tummy was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;it was really sweet, thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;but though i was all wiped out and had work the next day, it was worth while cos it was with great company and a fabulous dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright viewers, be happy, think happy and stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;if its hard at the moment, at least Try. to&lt;br /&gt;smile to start with!&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-9022777204233509936?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/9022777204233509936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=9022777204233509936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/9022777204233509936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/9022777204233509936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/qoo.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R_Exlwbqi3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/DkTjK7Ipiz4/s72-c/DSC00158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6262074387794354310</id><published>2008-03-30T02:09:00.003-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:52.417-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-6F4QbqiwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OZvX9AnfnMc/s1600-h/llwet00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-6F4QbqiwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OZvX9AnfnMc/s320/llwet00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183227422680189698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my childhood all time favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just switch the tv on for this show and i rmb afew mins after this show my sch bus will arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;i sooo miss it.&lt;br /&gt;why isit not on air anymore! ): boooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the vid of the intro song one day.&lt;br /&gt;i even memorised it last time.&lt;br /&gt;Partner you too right right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so worked today! i got my knee length dark blue denim already, wore it today.&lt;br /&gt;i like it. looks nice! Birdie, hor hor?&lt;br /&gt;haha. Ok mervin liked it.&lt;br /&gt;haha today! i thought i'll end work at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;i missed mrs chew's house gathering with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;darnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;so i worked till later.&lt;br /&gt;and mervin came to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;went to marina sq, after afew years, bought icee cream then 162 back home!&lt;br /&gt;i was busy playing his psp to help him level up his diner dash cos hes always playing his other games.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and talking about diner dash, ive a new restaurant! Yay. I'll go get more so I can expand flo's wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've realized that there are many things to discover in life.&lt;br /&gt;From people you once thought wouldn't appear in your life again, and they do in a queer way.&lt;br /&gt;To friends that were totally not close to you younger being your clique member now.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how God planned every single one of these events out so thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;that every time and after every situation you learn a valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;it may sound cliche, but just looking back and your life, you'll realize that if those events be in happy or say did not happen, you won't be what you are made of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not referring to external issues, but internal.&lt;br /&gt;how one is facing his/her personal problems, grudges, happiness,anger and life.&lt;br /&gt;you can already see how some people are handling these and of couse needless to say, how some are not even bothered to.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel that it reflects a lot.&lt;br /&gt;cause how well a person is picking him/herself up, or the way he/she is projecting themsevles shows a lot more than just personality.&lt;br /&gt;it portrays an image to others of what they've actually been through.&lt;br /&gt;and how much they've grown, and their level of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;lets not deny and admit that to some extend after knowing a person better you'll have this impression, be it vauge or deep but just an idea of how the person already is.&lt;br /&gt;and why? It's from how the person speak and HOW and WHAT she say.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about judging, its about impression making.&lt;br /&gt;and every normal human being does that or create that to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just funny how some people are able to know that whatever they're doing is somehow not necessary and yet continue doing it. I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Shit that happen in life, yes, many times we'll think back and laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;But thats only cos shits JUST come, along the way.&lt;br /&gt;you don't plan for them to come so you can laugh harder later on.&lt;br /&gt;thats a very wrong mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us just to go love ourselves and the people around us, try to appreciate everything, even if it's someone you rarely talk to these days. But at least they've left footprints in your life once. And you know it's going to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shit happens, just walk on strongly, i dont see a need to hold grudges, cos that'll only make your life tougher and Angrier.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when that happens, you'll tend to lose out a lot of interesting things in life that you'll only get to see or experince once in a life time.&lt;br /&gt;And if you let that slip pass you, then I believe that should definitely be your life biggest mistake or regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Runnin' just as fast as we can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Holdin' on to one another's hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tryin' to get away into the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And then you put your arms around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And we tumble to the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And then you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I think we're alone now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There doesn't seem to be anyone around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I think we're alone now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The beating of our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; is the only sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6262074387794354310?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6262074387794354310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6262074387794354310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6262074387794354310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6262074387794354310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-used-to-be-my-childhood-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-6F4QbqiwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OZvX9AnfnMc/s72-c/llwet00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-7981784146280698346</id><published>2008-03-26T11:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:52.607-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-pnUAbqivI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3jrC_KEHZOw/s1600-h/24dn8dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-pnUAbqivI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3jrC_KEHZOw/s320/24dn8dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067914654255858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, today. work. with bird too! but she helped in the gifts shops for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;think they must be to darn busy again.&lt;br /&gt;wtfreak, they earn like at least 10 000 a day?&lt;br /&gt;seriously, Boon Cheng showed me their accounts book before.&lt;br /&gt;its AT LEAST. 10 000.&lt;br /&gt;at least.&lt;br /&gt;so ntg much except the fact that I MISS MICHAEL KOH MENG TEE in thos sb!&lt;br /&gt;he got transferred to raffles gift shop.&lt;br /&gt;and ive not been there to slack these days, all the banana slice, sushi, mochi, mac.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;kinda miss Yanting, Cherlyn, Shaleen, Gereldine, Merlin&lt;br /&gt;Boon cheng came to thos today.&lt;br /&gt;so we cocked abit.&lt;br /&gt;hes one nice guy too.&lt;br /&gt;oyes talking abt michael.&lt;br /&gt;everyone missed him so much laaaah&lt;br /&gt;mel. bird, i bet lex, my dad, sophia toooo.&lt;br /&gt;cos we were all really so close.&lt;br /&gt;and hes the best, best. manager around. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated his bday afew days back.&lt;br /&gt;they bought him the banana cake from Ah Teng's Backery. ( BET YT IS JEALOUS)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;and for mike, you can see that he care for his employee more than the shops revenue or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;and thts what make him a real good manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he still drop by, pretty often, before lunch or just before closing.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so im quitting real soon.&lt;br /&gt;next week.&lt;br /&gt;then there'll the the workshop to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;better be funn ah temasek poly.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll defintely go back to thos sb after i quit.&lt;br /&gt;its too much a part of my life already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going out with my friends too !!&lt;br /&gt;so i shall after i quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i dont know why but ive not been laughing REAL hard these days.&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo, just got a msg 3 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;okay thats enough to make me a happier girl tonight.&lt;br /&gt;bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-7981784146280698346?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/7981784146280698346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=7981784146280698346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7981784146280698346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7981784146280698346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-pnUAbqivI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3jrC_KEHZOw/s72-c/24dn8dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2806489717615353200</id><published>2008-03-23T11:59:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:52.747-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-aDQAbqiuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hS7jq7IlVPw/s1600-h/208tutl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-aDQAbqiuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hS7jq7IlVPw/s320/208tutl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180972732353514210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the one.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;cause when we fight you'll always make the effort to resolve it quickly, and it makes me feel that not talking to each other for 10 mins is already killing you.&lt;br /&gt;you give the tightest hugs.&lt;br /&gt;and even when my hand reek of some lotion and feels oily, and i know you dread the feeling, you still hold it tight.&lt;br /&gt;when we buy a drink you never fail to offer it to me first even though i know you're already dying for that sip.&lt;br /&gt;and whenever we share an umbrella you always put your arm around me to make sure im not wet on the other side and you rather get really wet yourself,&lt;br /&gt;cause im always fooling ard when we share brellys and being crazy, making it so hard for you to help me stay dry and i know you wish there was another umbrella to save you from my insanity, but still, you always play along with me yet making sure i'm really really dry.&lt;br /&gt;though youre super sick of pasta cos your dads a fab chef and he makes pasta that we think taste like pasta mania, you rather come eat with me pasta mania than your other suggestion,&lt;br /&gt;just to make sure I'm comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these small actions you think i might not have noticed, ( &amp;amp; i obvly did,) make me feel i mean a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;and for that mervin, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! woke up, felt like some zoombie at first, but it was alright after showering, then headed to pams church.&lt;br /&gt;had fun there.&lt;br /&gt;got to meet her friends.&lt;br /&gt;and while she was practising with her band for worship i was at another room with her friends ester and jeslyn.&lt;br /&gt;i met them before, esp ester cos she live near me and we saw her tgr bus 54 once and we chatted, but vaugely.&lt;br /&gt;and today, much muchhhh more.&lt;br /&gt;they both are like obsessed with travelling ard the world.&lt;br /&gt;one place you'll love to go, anywhere in the world, not speaking of if you can afford or not.&lt;br /&gt;so ester said paris, jeslyn said new york, &amp;amp; i said rome!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;chatted abt a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;ester is alr on Np doing tourism.&lt;br /&gt;and Jeslyn is gg to Sp design sch.&lt;br /&gt;and O levels, we allll dread math.&lt;br /&gt;killer.&lt;br /&gt;haha. cos there were a bunch of sec sch ppl studying while we were chatting and this ex sch mate called elizabeth from Pl kept asking Jeslyn how to do Amath.&lt;br /&gt;and hence, the sch topic began.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church, rachel, pams cuzzy, also in Pl, sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;haha we passed geylang and i was telling rachel abt the other time.&lt;br /&gt;cos last time we once took a bus home tgr, cos rachel stay super near me.&lt;br /&gt;and we passed the red light district, omgosh, saw a lot of things, from weird pubs to weird men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, lazed ard.&lt;br /&gt;then met beth for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;was coming home from the market when we bang onto mervin.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beth came over, stayed quite awhile, played the psp with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;and watched thats so raven.&lt;br /&gt;talking abt psp, my mom is in kun ming (?) in china for some business trip and she told us that she brought the psp with her.&lt;br /&gt;SHE. DID. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;( - plays the song liar liar by the used. )&lt;br /&gt;urgh !&lt;br /&gt;and so my sis was talking to her over the phone asking where she keep, cus she ifnally let the cat outta the bag.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like wth ! mommy lied !&lt;br /&gt;so i chatted with mommy and im like. " mommy, can you not lie again in future? its very hurtful okay. "&lt;br /&gt;in some drama mama way la.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then she went " yeah darling, ok la ok la, i promise, no lying okay. "&lt;br /&gt;YAY. method worked.&lt;br /&gt;bahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;retarded la, they thought me and sis would fight over psp. -.-&lt;br /&gt;why would we.&lt;br /&gt;we've never fought over that, and we wont.&lt;br /&gt;she goes to sch while im at work, i bring it with me, go home during evening time, she can use just nice her sch ends.&lt;br /&gt;seeeee.  simple.&lt;br /&gt;getting paraniod over NTHG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work tmrrrr. ok just one more week, sylvia, one more.&lt;br /&gt;but i know i'll miss thos sb, the people there, the canteen food there ( which rocks by the way), and many more laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, life. goes. on.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i felt really so much closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;that awesomic feeling, you can get it from no other.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;this really peaceful feeling, and a voice telling you not to fear.&lt;br /&gt;fabulousa.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to shop badly.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER. badly.&lt;br /&gt;nvm i shall control, i'll have more cash after this week, and time after that to do so.&lt;br /&gt;its okay. yes it really is.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it reeks of self comfort here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes when i think back of the past.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why some people can still mean that alil bit to me.&lt;br /&gt;when i may already mean nthg to them.&lt;br /&gt;so what for waste that space in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;HENCE. im getting it off.&lt;br /&gt;pointlesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty-o-mighty, shall stop now,people, have fun-0-rama everyday-o-bay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2806489717615353200?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2806489717615353200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2806489717615353200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2806489717615353200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2806489717615353200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/youre-one.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-aDQAbqiuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hS7jq7IlVPw/s72-c/208tutl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-5858845229184647823</id><published>2008-03-23T11:10:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:53.041-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-aBWQbqitI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lr_DGq4-h9w/s1600-h/DSC05521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-aBWQbqitI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lr_DGq4-h9w/s320/DSC05521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180970640704441042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i'll post this pretty pic soemtime right?&lt;br /&gt;so.. here. (:&lt;br /&gt;while on the bus 166 with pam on the way to meet clique for step up 2 the other day.&lt;br /&gt;its like some splashed rainbow above this silver lining on the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;its so much prettier in real life than in pictures, but. ahwell, just for memory and  for ppl to get the rough idea of how the picture look like.&lt;br /&gt;and its really magnificent. while i was blog hopping, i realized many others out there saw this too.&lt;br /&gt;amazing how many people could be looking at the sky at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-5858845229184647823?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5858845229184647823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=5858845229184647823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5858845229184647823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5858845229184647823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-posted-before-that-while-on-bus-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-aBWQbqitI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lr_DGq4-h9w/s72-c/DSC05521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-7463018817705975966</id><published>2008-03-22T02:59:00.005-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:53.194-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" I chronicled the days you made me want to live&lt;br /&gt;Memorize the way that it felt and then I turned it into this kiss&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m wearing my best smile and hope to make me worth your while&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the best mistake you’ll ever make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the lack of sleep and the bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the nervous kiss and the butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Does this make any sense at all&lt;br /&gt;She said, she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We‘re not sleeping, and I’m not breathing&lt;br /&gt;If this means anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let you leave me anymore "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;3 ! ( : (0:&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-P37AbqisI/AAAAAAAAAI0/o_RpdsIqoi4/s1600-h/CIMG5426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-P37AbqisI/AAAAAAAAAI0/o_RpdsIqoi4/s320/CIMG5426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180256589506579138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wheres the restttt!&lt;br /&gt;haha. yes that was one of the pics from the waffle party and pam's.&lt;br /&gt;random retarded picture.&lt;br /&gt;so feast on it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay heres a fragment of the msn convo grace and I are having.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sylvia. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT BANANAS ALR PARTNER!!I GOT THEM! I GOT BANANAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ARE YOU FREE FOR ME MY BELOVED PARTNER. HUH HUH HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sylvia. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for you?! EH EH (....etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace. says: (she copied what i typed..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia. says:&lt;br /&gt;time for you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ay till like dont want to go out with me!  (then she put that super crying with the ultimate small letter N face across that icon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( but she said another part later that broke my heart, so its okay, i'll only see and believe the positive things, and its that SHE WANNA MEET ME THAT BAD.) HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway the convo was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;ive coool and cuteee friendsss.&lt;br /&gt;see!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. grace, mel, pam, bird, jinhua, weiwen, wanchung, xue er , huifang,  sihui, jubina, weilan, eunice, bethleen, and many many more la.&lt;br /&gt;haha they're so special and unique in their very individual way.&lt;br /&gt;(- start playing the track hannah montana " True friends " song. )&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OKAY.. SYLVIA CHEE FINALLY GOT THE HANG OF DINER DASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jin hua pamela and everyone else that plays this, i know im slow! now shut up already.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;flo on the gooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i went swimming with cuzzy buzzy.&lt;br /&gt;then lunched, then i headed to work!&lt;br /&gt;bought a bottle of green tea for mel too cus two bottles of pokka is more worth it than one anyway from 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;now dont think im sucha aunty, YOU'LL DO SAME OK.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mels helping me work tmr and since shes quitting early, she wanted to earn more while she can.&lt;br /&gt;AND TODAY. earlier before closing, ard like 8plus, while i was changing out of the uniform into my shorts, i realised i lost my 2 causal labour slips for 17 and 18 of march.&lt;br /&gt;cus my dad just passed them to me and im suppose to hand them in.&lt;br /&gt;causal labour slips = what the accounters see and then bank in your pay respectively.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like !!!!&lt;br /&gt;then lex had to keep rubbing it in.&lt;br /&gt;mel can witness.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahha.&lt;br /&gt;and im serious, but im not sure if its a curse or anything BUT whatever he say abt that person, IT'LL COME TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;too many examples already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i was scolding him when mervin called.&lt;br /&gt;haha &amp;amp; he got a shock, then im like not to you la!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and so i forced lex to say that i will find it.&lt;br /&gt;he finally did after a lot of pushings and drama scenes from me.&lt;br /&gt;like, " i dont wanna live anymore.. near to 100 bucks gone.. tell me a reason to live.. "&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i was kidding la duh.&lt;br /&gt;then he finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.. TADA, in the mrt i just felt like checking, someone told me to, MUST BE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;haha, then BEEM BAMM BOOM, ITS in btw my towel.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;sylvia is happy.&lt;br /&gt;BABA HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to try small lil kiwis and beard papa's new mochi ice cream blueberry today.&lt;br /&gt;D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S!&lt;br /&gt;go try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd i hope mommy will be in a better mood. its like today before work, she totally spoilt my mood.&lt;br /&gt;psp, aiya its a small thing. i dont want an "anit-social gadget " coded from grace, to spoil ppls r/s btw one another.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok. I'll prayzzzz! its the best free gift ever, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now count the numbers of " i " i use in this post.&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHA. random. and dont la, waste time.&lt;br /&gt;alright have a peaceful night readers! ( even if your neighbours are like those in the 9pm serial " Just In Spore. " )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOW NOW, WOULD SOMEONE STOP SYLVIA FROM BEING SO RETARDED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-7463018817705975966?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/7463018817705975966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=7463018817705975966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7463018817705975966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7463018817705975966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-chronicled-days-you-made-me-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-P37AbqisI/AAAAAAAAAI0/o_RpdsIqoi4/s72-c/CIMG5426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-5921910931403392590</id><published>2008-03-21T01:57:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:53.758-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-KJrwbqirI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wb9QSFivuFU/s1600-h/4xp8t1k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-KJrwbqirI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wb9QSFivuFU/s320/4xp8t1k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179853906257808050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Run, holding your bestest friends hands, splash into the worlds' bigggest pool and just forget the world."&lt;br /&gt;how nice right.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;                    A special world for you and me&lt;br /&gt;                   A special bond one cannot see&lt;br /&gt;                   It wraps us up in its cocoon&lt;br /&gt;                   And holds us fiercely in its womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Its fingers spread like fine spun gold&lt;br /&gt;                   Gently nestling us to the fold&lt;br /&gt;                   Like silken thread it holds us fast&lt;br /&gt;                   Bonds like this are meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     And though at times a thread may break&lt;br /&gt;                   A new one forms in its wake&lt;br /&gt;                   To bind us closer and keep us strong&lt;br /&gt;                   In a special world, where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had work today, finally met mel! ever since, fri? haha.&lt;br /&gt;had so many funny incidents today.&lt;br /&gt;i can just burst my lungs and dig my grave.&lt;br /&gt;haha and while allan was serving the customer at the counter, i was doing cashiering, cus he passed me the cash.&lt;br /&gt;i could hear what the customer was saying and when allan laughed, i did too.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stop laughing so my shoulders were moving like a moron and then customer say, " ohh. she chuckled too! "&lt;br /&gt;then allan look at me and say eh whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;then the customer said, " that girl have been smiling since just now.. "&lt;br /&gt;in this super laughing still tone, and a strong jap ascent.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of funny things happened, and mel couldnt stop laughing either.&lt;br /&gt;i even brought the ladle to scoop the tiny choc balls called crunchy pearls out by accident.&lt;br /&gt;from the back while topping up the sample plate.&lt;br /&gt;what a doopeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh and my mom bought the family a psp.&lt;br /&gt;haha but ive been using. she just said to put a few games for sophia, and mervin did.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for transferring all the nice games ytd!&lt;br /&gt;and so i psped with my sister earlier.&lt;br /&gt;that game is pretty fun, with two people, easier to own.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and shes really cute. and getting really goood at it.&lt;br /&gt;oh and ive the game diner dash or smth.&lt;br /&gt;jins have it too. and i rmb pamy playing.&lt;br /&gt;i. dont. even. know. how. to put back the dishes to the bin.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, im improving now.&lt;br /&gt;heeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i caught up with aunt earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;shes going through a tough time now, so like we chatted.&lt;br /&gt;and like we shared abt a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;from last time.&lt;br /&gt;so its really nice to be chatting with her again.&lt;br /&gt;she came over earlier cus MY SISTER HAD TO CALL EVERY NUMBER OF A FAMILY MEMBER SHE KNOW to tell them that.&lt;br /&gt;she had a tooth thats coming out and shes in pain.&lt;br /&gt;so one by one start coming over, bringing ice packs and jelly whatevers.&lt;br /&gt;im like. heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes its a good thing anyway, got to catch up with aunt.&lt;br /&gt;(: Pray hard that nth else happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh in case youre wondering, my sis's tooth came out, FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;after countless rants, phone calls from ppl, her pouting with the ice pack on her chin.&lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, good night readers. "Have a happy period!"&lt;br /&gt;AND. that.was.random. that stupid advertisment just rang into my head. hence, i had to type it out.&lt;br /&gt;beem bamm boomm, bye!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-5921910931403392590?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5921910931403392590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=5921910931403392590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5921910931403392590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5921910931403392590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/run-holding-your-bestest-friends-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R-KJrwbqirI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wb9QSFivuFU/s72-c/4xp8t1k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-5089117680283294089</id><published>2008-03-20T02:19:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:21:02.223-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNlmn7vbXBQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNlmn7vbXBQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Curious George today.&lt;br /&gt;haha a pretty interesting cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;so, heres the song Upside down.&lt;br /&gt;smoothing, i like! (:&lt;br /&gt;Feast on this earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-5089117680283294089?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5089117680283294089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=5089117680283294089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5089117680283294089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5089117680283294089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/watched-curious-george-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1402726030594001472</id><published>2008-03-18T10:22:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:51:02.924-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melinda! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha omg, must faster faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melinda! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we can webcam together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melinda! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sylvia. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA oh yaa!! so coool haha okay my webcam at home is dying and its lousy haha i'll get the lappy with kickass webby so we can webcam and update each other when we go to our respective polys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melinda! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YEAH!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melinda! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT! :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melinda! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, STOP IT, MAKING ME SO EXCITED!  :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;our convo cause melinda tng bao juan is getting her new laptop tmr!&lt;br /&gt;mel now i can send you songs and pics!&lt;br /&gt;dont have to be afraid of space problem! :D&lt;br /&gt;haha. i want minnnee soooon. stupid Tp dont have roadshow yet.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll wait till sch starts then decide from there.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway! work today was pretty ok! felt like ive not seen birdie for so long. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i saw her last fri from step up 2.&lt;br /&gt;OH and ytd hossan leong came to our shop!&lt;br /&gt;to make hampers with wines and chocs and cookies to give to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;and he spoke to me asking if we can change to wine and etc.&lt;br /&gt;my dad was like starring at me, think he's afraid i might say the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;hes pretty friendly. not proud or anything. just.. alil sissy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Mervin lent me his psp!&lt;br /&gt;haha so i was playing it the whole time to work today.&lt;br /&gt;and retardedly listening to my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;think ppl think im moronic cus songs can be stored in the psp too.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but no ear plugs and all so nvm, i love my ipod. :)&lt;br /&gt;haha oh and i think i passed my flu to allan.&lt;br /&gt;\=&lt;br /&gt;then lex started saying he dont feel too well either.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh right!&lt;br /&gt;haha, so allan bought cold relief, took 2 pills and i felt drowsy after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;went in to rest then bird came and said. " Yo. "&lt;br /&gt;then. i cant really sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;she ended up playing the psp there after.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the games are funnnnn. and the cartoons look pretty retarded.&lt;br /&gt;and ive been catching the 9pm show! with hottie fiona xie.&lt;br /&gt;since work end early.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anddd i bought some new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;new nail polish colour that i tried on my different nails ytd.&lt;br /&gt;but i only bought 2 colours.&lt;br /&gt;cause ive been finding metallic red and bronze.&lt;br /&gt;and i finallly found it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha mervin liked the tone of red.&lt;br /&gt;welll, me too!&lt;br /&gt;besides, its less common than vamp red.&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me, its time to remove my nail polish on my toezzzy!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tmr im going down to j8, going to the CPF building to make the singpass.&lt;br /&gt;like finalllly.&lt;br /&gt;stupiddd thing.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;meeting yeeling to make tgr.&lt;br /&gt;merv and pam is meeting us too! :) though she made hers already, guess we'll all just lunch or smth.&lt;br /&gt;ok! thats about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh i wanna see grace's new hp and mel's new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;okay hot sexy mamas, i'll end off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry night to all in advance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1402726030594001472?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1402726030594001472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1402726030594001472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1402726030594001472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1402726030594001472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/melinda-says-hahha-omg-must-faster.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6350079426295260010</id><published>2008-03-16T03:30:00.004-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:48:23.384-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY! FINALLY AN UPDATEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;wow so a lot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;lets see. today is.. sun. 3:17am.&lt;br /&gt;okay on sat, like afew hours back, i had work.&lt;br /&gt;cause bird wanted to rest today cus she was falling ill, and so shes taking my shift tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i was telling eunice i only have 30mins break.&lt;br /&gt;were talking abt lunch. wanted to have it tgr, but i said no point cause she must travel down.&lt;br /&gt;but she ended up texting me awhile later saying she dont mind and that she'll meet me for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so i asked dad if i could have 30mins more for my break and i'll work 30mins extra later on.&lt;br /&gt;he allowed.&lt;br /&gt;hence, i ended up spending my lunch hr with eunice.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was nice, caught up and everything.&lt;br /&gt;then after that i went to meet Mervin, and marcus is back from new york.&lt;br /&gt;Rui shan tooo.&lt;br /&gt;heard it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;haha damn lucky la those people.&lt;br /&gt;sch band then get to go new york.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Wed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wafffleee party!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;the night before fangs, sihui and pam stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;then in the afternoon fangs and sihui went back first.&lt;br /&gt;pam waited for me to get ready then we went to eat and buy the stuffys for the party.&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone in the clique was there.&lt;br /&gt;its on our friendster pics tooo. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Grace, Jins, Wens, Wans, Xue, Fangs, Ros, Me and Pam!&lt;br /&gt;everyone caught up.&lt;br /&gt;some did silly vids.&lt;br /&gt;we watched tv tgr.&lt;br /&gt;ate homemade waffflesss, chips everything.&lt;br /&gt;took many retarded pictures.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be deeply printed on everyones memory.&lt;br /&gt;;=)&lt;br /&gt;had soo much fun, laughter peace and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Fri&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;met pam early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;finally done with the enrolment shit.&lt;br /&gt;we spent like practically the whole day at amk.&lt;br /&gt;with check up, xray, buy stamps, mailing.&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;then we took 166 from amk hub down to vivo to meet the rest.&lt;br /&gt;and while busing down, me and pam caught this REALLY BEAUTIFUL sight of the clouds and sun ray.&lt;br /&gt;its like this really shining sliver lining across this cloud, and behind it are mutiple colours.&lt;br /&gt;like unformed rainbows that have yet stretched. it was really prettty.&lt;br /&gt;ive got the pic! i'll upload it someday!&lt;br /&gt;ended up alighting at lil india then train down.&lt;br /&gt;cause we were gonna be lateee.&lt;br /&gt;was like alr 615pm when the rest were alr there and we were suppose to meet at 630.&lt;br /&gt;THEN.. we caught.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Step up 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;with clique again.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh i swear vivo's cinema is superr big.&lt;br /&gt;our screening was so good.&lt;br /&gt;the seats were like.&lt;br /&gt;i felt as though everyone was sitting on a couch or smthing.&lt;br /&gt;really superb.&lt;br /&gt;cause it was some event thingy held by some sch, everyone in the theater seem to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;all the talkings before the show.&lt;br /&gt;it was so spacious too.&lt;br /&gt;really a very big auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;the sound effects, dance moves and company.. Perfect. (: (: !&lt;br /&gt;so everyone liked the song Low, and when it was that part i bet everyone was lipsinging it.&lt;br /&gt;when the show ended it was that song too.&lt;br /&gt;so after that movie while heading to chomp chomp for supper, everyone got that song stuck into their brains.&lt;br /&gt;" Boots with the fur ( Boots with the fur ),  she hit the flo ( she hit the flo), next thing you know,  shawty got lowlowlowlow lowlowlow. "&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;went to chomp chomp. yummmmyyy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll save the details.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, we saw the weird indian lady we met in serangoon gardens mac afew years back after sch when some of us were lunching at mac.&lt;br /&gt;she was still as creeeeppy.&lt;br /&gt;haha wans and grace was like on the edge of running away or smth.&lt;br /&gt;she is so... freakkkky.&lt;br /&gt;so cant blame them.&lt;br /&gt;she talks loudly to herself, talks to random ppl, spits. and.. i dont know what else.&lt;br /&gt;ahwellllll. haha it was a great day still, love them ALL. :)&lt;br /&gt;heeheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;two facts for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i love my friends! :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(DONT YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) i think i still have an awesome boyfriend! &lt;3 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) Merryday earthings. may all the blessings in the world fall on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6350079426295260010?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6350079426295260010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6350079426295260010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6350079426295260010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6350079426295260010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-finally-updateeee.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2870203799275168182</id><published>2008-03-09T05:34:00.005-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:53.982-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R9O9y_hyX7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/zYL4FODohus/s1600-h/DSC05434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R9O9y_hyX7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/zYL4FODohus/s320/DSC05434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175689080523087794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello squashy bitsy cutest thing!  (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;She was one of the kids at came into our shop at raffles hotel with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;and i offered her sweet orange peel sticks dipped in chocolate and she cramming everything into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;and she finally finished everything. haha.&lt;br /&gt;how cute right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive got a lot to post but now that im finally posting, its so hard to be able to type everything single thing down.&lt;br /&gt;so, for short.&lt;br /&gt;ive to go check up soon.&lt;br /&gt;think on wed.&lt;br /&gt;then pams party after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelled a lot ytd, was pretty tiring.&lt;br /&gt;enrolment thingy is getting burdenic.&lt;br /&gt;haha if theres sucha word.&lt;br /&gt;churched with parents in the end today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepup 2 on fri.&lt;br /&gt;think whole clique is gg.&lt;br /&gt;the places are already reserved.&lt;br /&gt;pretty excited to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;and we got it for quite a good price.&lt;br /&gt;thanks fangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just had dinnerrr.&lt;br /&gt;two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;mommy cooked my fav dishes.&lt;br /&gt;like sotong with delicious sause,&lt;br /&gt;asyam with freshfish and more.&lt;br /&gt;yummmy. i love spicy wicy fooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH YES, STUPID TAIWANESE, CRITICIZE S'POREANS ENGLISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel was showing me on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;come on, we all know that in general our english are far better than you guys in taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;and ive seen signs ard your country that use chi phrases to direct translate.&lt;br /&gt;like. " be careful bang head. "&lt;br /&gt;so get a life and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously if you guys out there ever get to see the vid, you'll know how insulting they sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, on a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for wed to seee all my beloved friends.&lt;br /&gt;and, i just saw my awesome boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now have a good day earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2870203799275168182?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2870203799275168182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2870203799275168182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2870203799275168182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2870203799275168182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-sweetest-thing-she-was-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R9O9y_hyX7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/zYL4FODohus/s72-c/DSC05434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1529799035676820896</id><published>2008-02-28T12:00:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T06:56:16.507-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Shift C.&lt;br /&gt;so had work from 1245.&lt;br /&gt;bird was there since 10am.&lt;br /&gt;then mel came down at 530.&lt;br /&gt;cause we all had trng at 6-10pm.&lt;br /&gt;with Audrey. This really really stern looking lady. with a very strict voice.&lt;br /&gt;shes like the DM in a sch.&lt;br /&gt;just that its raffles hotel.&lt;br /&gt;reallly. bringing back sch days.&lt;br /&gt;but she has a sense of humour tooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all met at this conference room looking thing at 6. with 10 plus other people.&lt;br /&gt;they're all damnnnn fuuunnny.&lt;br /&gt;we were told to move forward, and that everyone must fill the first row.&lt;br /&gt;so we all shifted quietly, everyone silently fearing audrey.&lt;br /&gt;then so i sat beside ppl i dont know, bird was 3 seats away from me.&lt;br /&gt;mel was at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;then after i sat down, the guys beside me figured they should move seats down to let me seat beside birdie or what im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;so one guy got up, and shifted down then im like.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh ok. so i sat at his place.&lt;br /&gt;then another guy followed.&lt;br /&gt;then i huh? oh oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;and went with the flow. then everyon was just quietly watching.&lt;br /&gt;then after that guy, another guy (which looked SUPER lost and confused)got up and like wanted to shift. then im like huh? nono dont need alr.&lt;br /&gt;i was like already lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;then audrey didnt know what was happening then she went.&lt;br /&gt;" whats happening over there ah may i know? you guys seem to be like playing musical chairs."&lt;br /&gt;THEN I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;BIRDIE ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;the best part.&lt;br /&gt;after everyone laughed, they stopped.&lt;br /&gt;I COULD NOT.&lt;br /&gt;i looked at birdie, she couldnt either.&lt;br /&gt;then audery was starring quite hardly. so i forced myself so so so so hard to like try to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after that we were told to number ourselves 1-4.&lt;br /&gt;so all the 1s,2s,3s and 4s have to sit tgr.&lt;br /&gt;hence we wont be sitting in our own small grps.&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;audrey said. " its fate that you guys can meet even right now, who knows you all might be good friends in the future. so. look to your left and right, know those people? no right, okay. go. now, go make friends."&lt;br /&gt;then everyone looked ard and like. gave that. heh? reaction.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was super funnny.&lt;br /&gt;what a way to say right.&lt;br /&gt;so birdie was sitting 3 seats after me.&lt;br /&gt;then she went. " oh okay, -laughs. so whts your name?"&lt;br /&gt;to that person beside her.&lt;br /&gt;then i kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;so we all just talked and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went through raffles hotel standard.&lt;br /&gt;and it was really coolll.&lt;br /&gt;we leant more abt singapore sling.&lt;br /&gt;this internationally known drink.&lt;br /&gt;how it came abt.&lt;br /&gt;and why isit so famous.&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly everyone memorised whats in the drink already.&lt;br /&gt;each person had to answer one time as audrey points to you.&lt;br /&gt;scary and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause audrey was serious yet playing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;and when we couldnt rmb, we just said, we cant.&lt;br /&gt;then she'll make some joke out of it.&lt;br /&gt;cause each time she finished some impt slides she'll off the screen and point from each side to start testing.&lt;br /&gt;it was like, adrenaline for everyone la.&lt;br /&gt;then this malay guy. " eh start from me can not?"&lt;br /&gt;then he started then audrey counted and say. " oh okay there are .. facilities i mentioned on the slide so you'll get to say two times since you so kay kiang"&lt;br /&gt;haha act pro la he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she told us that rafffles hotel only had suites.&lt;br /&gt;no rooms.&lt;br /&gt;and other hotels charge maybe 700 plus or 800 for a room.&lt;br /&gt;raffles charge 1200.&lt;br /&gt;wtheck, without complimentary breakfast somemore.&lt;br /&gt;and our guests are 80% business class flight takers if not, they have their private jet planes.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh la didnt know all that.&lt;br /&gt;our pool spa gym all 24hr.&lt;br /&gt;we learnt a lot more abt the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this part abt grooming.&lt;br /&gt;so audrey made all the male stand up, and she said those that are confident they look fine may sit.&lt;br /&gt;only one left standing.&lt;br /&gt;when its the females turn, only one sat.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we had spot check on nails and everything.&lt;br /&gt;and when she came to me and ask me so why am i standing.&lt;br /&gt;im like, " oh cause i think my hair is messy and ive baby hair falling out from behind."&lt;br /&gt;then she was like. " YES. your hair IS messy. youve got a lot of baby hair at the back ...etc" then everyone laughed.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully she was in some teasing chilled mode.&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll frreak.&lt;br /&gt;then she asked me to put gel at the sides if not more pins or smth.&lt;br /&gt;then bird had to cut her back hair.&lt;br /&gt;cus too long.&lt;br /&gt;and some ppl had to dye their hair back to black or spray.&lt;br /&gt;haha like SCHOOL right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trng thing ended at 905 ard there.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha overall it was fun la.&lt;br /&gt;everyone laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;then the guy beside me thats going to work at courtyard soon said to me during the trng.&lt;br /&gt;" eh you okay not ah? you laugh till like that? aiyoh you're a girl leh. " then he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;asshole.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay YAY! TMR NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE TIME TO GET BLOATED.&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAITTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;haha i cant predict a lot of laugters once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then surfers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1529799035676820896?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1529799035676820896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1529799035676820896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1529799035676820896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1529799035676820896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-shift-c.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4711451234919890946</id><published>2008-02-27T11:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:23:53.865-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you're not to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead you there are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe (I said mabye)&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me (saves me)&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;oooo today had a prettttty funnn day!&lt;br /&gt;and i got a new toy!&lt;br /&gt;this cuteee crocodile thing.&lt;br /&gt;its fun fun and it bites bites.&lt;br /&gt;okay lazy to say much.&lt;br /&gt;byeee earthlings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4711451234919890946?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4711451234919890946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>NWL, my nightstand and baby bomb!&lt;br /&gt;she tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;so, wtheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. List seven habits/ quirks/ facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;B. Tag seven people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I rarely burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I smell my small bolster that i owned since born before I sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I think of random people esp from 330pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I get sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Laugh damn loud with hand actions everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Thought since pri5 that those ppl that just stare at the elderly in front of them in the mrt and not do anytihng  dont deserve to sit for the rest of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A habit to walk and look at myself at the mirror again even after i wear shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;Jins&lt;br /&gt;Wans&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;Mervin&lt;br /&gt;Ruishan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they ever get to see this.&lt;br /&gt;so random anyway.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though i texted you alr, but still.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEFANIE THIA.&lt;br /&gt;my buddy in pri sch, i rmbed you once told me.&lt;br /&gt;" eh eh rmb my bday ok? its 22.2 1990.&lt;br /&gt;so many 2s! can rmb right? easy hor?"&lt;br /&gt;and hey, it stayed with me till now.&lt;br /&gt;misses much art paper since yr o5, its been great.&lt;br /&gt;B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okehh blog more tmr abt today.&lt;br /&gt;overall. fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1816856575429286801?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1816856575429286801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1816856575429286801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1816856575429286801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1816856575429286801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/nwl-my-nightstand-and-baby-bomb-she.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4265420923301306206</id><published>2008-02-21T01:11:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:56.377-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY, i went through some files. and thought of posting some really really, random pictures&lt;br /&gt;that bring back some really nice memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcqAeonfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/42bOkbaqrcM/s1600-h/Mel%27s+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169108349067238898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcqAeonfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/42bOkbaqrcM/s320/Mel%27s+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmb that sleepover? Before sports day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcqQeongI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kgHJcoOg7K4/s1600-h/IMG_5223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169108353362206210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcqQeongI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kgHJcoOg7K4/s320/IMG_5223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kickass leadership conference we needed to go to get our rank in Gb.&lt;br /&gt;Genesis, Rach, Mel and I. The 4somes, i still rmb. we called ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcHQeoncI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uUE9tynN4Lg/s1600-h/IMG_0464(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169107752066784706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcHQeoncI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uUE9tynN4Lg/s320/IMG_0464(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chalet yrs back. How we played hide and seek cum catching near the bbqpits.&lt;br /&gt;at coasta sands somemore. then ppl ard our chalet helped us in our hiding. how fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcIAeondI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7s_3dJWZA1c/s1600-h/sda+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169107764951686610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcIAeondI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7s_3dJWZA1c/s320/sda+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class outing! kite flying and steamboating after that.&lt;br /&gt;oh look at miss koh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcIgeoneI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-nnvNPixfc0/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169107773541621218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcIgeoneI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-nnvNPixfc0/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie's bday. when we were slacking in her room before playing with candles and lantterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169106162928885122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xaqweonYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/U8pVccGW_lQ/s320/DSC03756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovable Sister attempting to take a pic of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xarQeonZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4eOgTBJDEDk/s1600-h/CAM+PICS+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169106171518819730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xarQeonZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4eOgTBJDEDk/s320/CAM+PICS+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANA YANA YANA YANA. I realllly reallly miss you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xarweonaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VMFfFxgo7v4/s1600-h/DSC03698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169106180108754338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xarweonaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VMFfFxgo7v4/s320/DSC03698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those crazy times we shared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xasAeonbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bjnibxGNnm0/s1600-h/DSC03686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169106184403721650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xasAeonbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bjnibxGNnm0/s320/DSC03686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never be compared. ):&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhjjjjjj.&lt;br /&gt;so many more.&lt;br /&gt;but, next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so today!&lt;br /&gt;offfff.&lt;br /&gt;went to eat subway!&lt;br /&gt;finallly.&lt;br /&gt;and made keys.&lt;br /&gt;the peson make till keys cant even open my main door.&lt;br /&gt;best denki.&lt;br /&gt;so went to go make again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed to thos.&lt;br /&gt;bought for mel dinner! (:&lt;br /&gt;subway!&lt;br /&gt;went to the room, talked awhile with Bird and Mel.&lt;br /&gt;then bird left cause her shift ended alr.&lt;br /&gt;talk somemore with mel then she went back to work while i headed to novena for family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;steammmboat.&lt;br /&gt;that place rock.&lt;br /&gt;pictues another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll sleep soon. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;have a goood night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4265420923301306206?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4265420923301306206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=4265420923301306206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4265420923301306206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4265420923301306206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-i-went-through-some-files.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7xcqAeonfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/42bOkbaqrcM/s72-c/Mel%27s+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8630726386322889790</id><published>2008-02-20T02:00:00.004-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:56.582-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7vB_AeonXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9RMATXLLRCA/s1600-h/4mjff38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168938285542186354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7vB_AeonXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9RMATXLLRCA/s320/4mjff38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A geunie smile tells a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family dinner, family dinner, family dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i'll get super full tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fooood, here i come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont feel like blogging much, good day earthlings!(:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wan chung, all the best for your upcoming exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smack those papers and get the awesome A!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i Pray that everyone will get into the course they will enjoy most and be happy with at the end. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8630726386322889790?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8630726386322889790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8630726386322889790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8630726386322889790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8630726386322889790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/geunie-smile-tells-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7vB_AeonXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9RMATXLLRCA/s72-c/4mjff38%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1389388333926828967</id><published>2008-02-18T11:59:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:56.737-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7nNZgeonWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/C8CAX-Ud-Tc/s1600-h/ps-iloveyou-tsr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168387885483203938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7nNZgeonWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/C8CAX-Ud-Tc/s320/ps-iloveyou-tsr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you smell the lovve and commfort? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;ookay today worrrk, it was fun as usual!&lt;br /&gt;with mel sophia miku and dad ard.&lt;br /&gt;we got to talk to sophia cause ard early noon not much ppl, and the rest were down at the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;she and her bf alr lasted for 3 yrs eh.&lt;br /&gt;how nice is that.&lt;br /&gt;and the way she speaks abt him and her previous freaking over possesive ex is super funny.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and she showed us the pic in her hp with her bf.&lt;br /&gt;i swear theyre damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;last long long til weddding invite us okay sop!&lt;br /&gt;then miku was super crappy, like whats ever new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad taught us more abt the cashiering, accountings, how to do with visa, amex and so many others.&lt;br /&gt;when you slash the card across that machine, the receipt comes out, let customer sign, you press on the tuoch screen, then another receipt comes out, and take 2 receipts plus card, return customer.&lt;br /&gt;sooo cooool.&lt;br /&gt;its fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;really! :D&lt;br /&gt;if they give cash its funner!&lt;br /&gt;the cashier thingy will, "kachang!"&lt;br /&gt;open.&lt;br /&gt;i like i like!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;haha then mel was realy happy cus a courtyards chief made her day.&lt;br /&gt;toady was overally quite fun la.&lt;br /&gt;oh and tmr.&lt;br /&gt;im damn scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if. i go to some course i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;what if. its like my last choice.&lt;br /&gt;and i can no longer appeal cus no more spacessss.&lt;br /&gt;)x&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooookay. nvm, leave it all up to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tmr, IM BUYING SUBWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;it was torturing seeing mel eat and i dont have one today.&lt;br /&gt;RAWRR.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all thee earthings.&lt;br /&gt;thy shalt rest.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeeeeeeee watermelons.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;( You* know why! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1389388333926828967?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1389388333926828967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1389388333926828967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1389388333926828967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1389388333926828967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-smell-love-and-comfort-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7nNZgeonWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/C8CAX-Ud-Tc/s72-c/ps-iloveyou-tsr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-90403332971539356</id><published>2008-02-16T03:22:00.005-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:57.198-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7Xk3weonTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dk650rvPgTk/s1600-h/ps-i-love-you1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167287794034842930" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="245" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7Xk3weonTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dk650rvPgTk/s320/ps-i-love-you1.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPERLY GREAT FABULASSO SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7XkVQeonRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZdX9TgF7hU0/s1600-h/PS_I_Love_You_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167287201329356050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7XkVQeonRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZdX9TgF7hU0/s320/PS_I_Love_You_25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you look me in the eye. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7XkEQeonPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tFi244DNz-s/s1600-h/9780007165001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167286909271579890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7XkEQeonPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tFi244DNz-s/s320/9780007165001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so ytd Veeeeday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with clique as planned weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam, Mel, Grace, Ros, Wens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though not everyone was there but it was whoopy fun still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched it, i at beside mel and pam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can hear us sniffing tgr please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then pam and I would laugh abit, then cont sniffing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wont mind watching it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what more, ytd we got really good seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was at the middle, and our seats were like from 8-11, right bammed into the middle again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then so after that we wanted to catch jumper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no more seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we billy-bombered after that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ribs,fries,potato salad and milkshakesss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what could be betttter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before that pasta mania-ed with pam, while mel had her subbyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hung out for awhile after the movie, eating already ate into our time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we walked ard caught up so much, then ard early night, everyone headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and mommy got some secret admirer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave her super lot of flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with no card or anything.&lt;br /&gt;damn nice la that person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but mom just reach home, put it aside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so me and poffysis admired it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while mommy didnt seem to give a hoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she claimes its. not realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shakeshead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then sooo today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work is fun la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got to hear more abt that insane garbage guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birdies bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha cus they keep seeing each other and hes really mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he keep saying weird things to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad worked til closing with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i found out doing cashier is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its stressful alsoo laaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im lovin the security ppl man, so friend leee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jones and Patrick esp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Ray with at laundry woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the ppl and chiefs from courtyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i cant wait to shop soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want this sandle from C&amp;amp;K, it looks sweeet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe get it tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this slipper from Num, the simple design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that colour running outtt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall see la, no hurrry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; NWL, my nightstand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please cheer up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if her hearts not in it anymore, then leave it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really believe time will tell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if she really loves you, she'll come back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for now, let it go. slowly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or at least. try.. okay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know its emotionally draining.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but come on, if you always need someone to have more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"lit" lessons with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ill be here, just ask me all you want. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll try to explain the best i can see the lines from.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you always have those ppl ard you la you crazy baby bomb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight readers. I can wake up latee tmrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say yepppyyaayay with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, picture this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guy you love so much, is holding your both arms, with his two hands, facing you, looking at you in a very serious way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he say, " Do you know what you want? Cause i do. And its in my hands. now What about you? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i'll be speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-90403332971539356?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/90403332971539356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=90403332971539356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/90403332971539356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/90403332971539356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/superly-great-fabulasso-show.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R7Xk3weonTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dk650rvPgTk/s72-c/ps-i-love-you1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2753672703864238574</id><published>2008-02-13T11:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T04:32:03.883-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Jihadist:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a christian, God loves me and im really proud of it. Besides, shouldnt you be proud of your religon too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was funnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;but the first part of the day was freakkyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;like after one yr plus of not losing it, i finally did again.&lt;br /&gt;and we were still talking abt the other day and i said its been long since i last lost mine,&lt;br /&gt;and bammmm! It happened today.&lt;br /&gt;its murfys law.&lt;br /&gt;okay so ive no idea where i dropped it, i thought it was at the fountain at raffles city mall.&lt;br /&gt;cus i went there and theres this weird old woman that kept talking to me. and when i went back to search my wallet, i told her i cant find, she scolded me. say i careless. wtheck i dont even know her!&lt;br /&gt;ard 10 mins after i left the place i found out due to the need of taking out ic and slip to report for&lt;br /&gt;work at the sercurity, i ran back.&lt;br /&gt;and its not there.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the info counter, no one reported.&lt;br /&gt;so i really thought someone stole it or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;the unthinkable happened.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;prepare for a long story.&lt;br /&gt;i called mel, told her i cant work also cus my Ic and everything is in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;and its gone.&lt;br /&gt;then she said, no, my ic and the slip to work is in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;so i recalled that ytd night after work i was too lazy to place it back into my wallet, so i&lt;br /&gt;just dumped it into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfullllyyyy right.&lt;br /&gt;if not, 100 bucks ++ GONE.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, okay phew. heng ahhh, at least not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;then so i left my contact number, everything, fill in the form at the info counter and ran to work.&lt;br /&gt;thank you mel and bird for helping me pass the slip and Ic first and also getting the tee for me.&lt;br /&gt;so i can change directly at the shop's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made things a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;so i was pretty moodless when i first started work today.&lt;br /&gt;cause thinking abt going home, also got problem.&lt;br /&gt;travelling and all.&lt;br /&gt;and there was some lion dance going ard every store and raffles hotel, and it was our shop's turn soon.&lt;br /&gt;like 10mins later.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like. sian.&lt;br /&gt;so when we heard the lion dance crew coming, we walked towards the back, dad was there.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to tell him abt my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;untill this manager came in from the back door, walked beside my dad, and said,&lt;br /&gt;whos sylvia chee?&lt;br /&gt;and im like. -gives that oh shit face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; say oh its me.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw my wallet on his hand!&lt;br /&gt;i screamed haha.&lt;br /&gt;went into the shops room to tell bird and mel heard also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i got a lot happppierrr.&lt;br /&gt;and just nice, to ease the whole suspense, the lion dance came in, just in time.&lt;br /&gt;so then work was crazyly fun, esp after 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;haha cus dad wasnt ard.&lt;br /&gt;then we got crazy with sophia, lex and michael.&lt;br /&gt;they behave like theyre same age as us la please.&lt;br /&gt;lex is damn nice to disturb.&lt;br /&gt;he always threaten to call my dad cus i always shake his shoulders and call him Li ax.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll go. " i highly suspect an abnormal relationship btw you and my dad. Keep calling each other. even when youre off. "&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then he'll like try to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;michael is the ultimate. best manger in the world.&lt;br /&gt;champion.&lt;br /&gt;bird started the calling him of Mi Ku.&lt;br /&gt;and he always laugh with us.&lt;br /&gt;and he is never. never fierce to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;at least we've never seen that side.&lt;br /&gt;he even faked a foreingers voice when me and mel were over at the raffles gift shop.&lt;br /&gt;i went, raffles gift shop, sylvia at service.."&lt;br /&gt;and he spoke super weirdly, and im like, i beg your pardon?&lt;br /&gt;in a polite way.&lt;br /&gt;then hew laughed.&lt;br /&gt;so i went like, wth mi ku! then bird talked to us over the phone, fooling ard.&lt;br /&gt;telling us the shop has no one. can catch flies.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophia, needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;fann wong lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;forever saying we're super rough then when i touch her, she aiyooo... aiyooo!&lt;br /&gt;haha, today morning ask us why we so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;then she orhhh, and she winked and say, 4pm is coming. (cus my dad is leaving)&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, then can go crazy and loud already.&lt;br /&gt;lovable la she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yes and i felt as though the WHOLE HOTEL KNEW I LOST MY WALLET.&lt;br /&gt;me and birdie was walking to the staff toilet.&lt;br /&gt;in front check in area with security.&lt;br /&gt;in case youre picturing security with guardhouse, its different.&lt;br /&gt;they're behind counters.&lt;br /&gt;helping ppl checking in.&lt;br /&gt;okay then the two security gaurds looked at us, and we smiled then they started talking.&lt;br /&gt;" so found your wallet not? "&lt;br /&gt;then im like yes yes, courtyard's manager returned.&lt;br /&gt;but i told them i thought i left it at the fountain at raffles city mall, and im not sure how it ended up at his hands.&lt;br /&gt;then they said, oh someone asked them whos sylvia, where is she working.&lt;br /&gt;and im still confused how they even know i work at raffles hotel.&lt;br /&gt;we talked for awhile, then went toilet.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we walked aout, went pass the laundry area, the laundry woman asked.&lt;br /&gt;" so how girl, found your wallet?"&lt;br /&gt;im like yes, oh you also know? -laughs. then say thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;then me and bird were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we both were wondering how the wallet even came abt to the hands of raffles hotel ppl.&lt;br /&gt;and we wanted to find out.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to courtyard. (a wide dining area in a open space) to find the manager.&lt;br /&gt;made afew friends.&lt;br /&gt;the chiefs there were damn friendly.&lt;br /&gt;talked to the waiters there.&lt;br /&gt;and i asked one, cause he looked at me as though he know me, and i said, oh you know abt the wallet too?&lt;br /&gt;then he said, yes not only that, i saw your picture.&lt;br /&gt;haha, then they asked me to find the manger later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during dinner break mel bird and I did.&lt;br /&gt;then the manager told us some customer saw and passed it to him&lt;br /&gt;and etc la.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he prolly must have showed the other waiters my wallet, and my ezlink.&lt;br /&gt;thats why they know.&lt;br /&gt;now, i feel so pai seh to walk ard courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;what a thing to know me for, girl that lost her wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess okay.&lt;br /&gt;anyway im super scared i really lost it after today.&lt;br /&gt;so yes i'll be more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND YESTERDAY, during work,&lt;br /&gt;rosanne and grace came!&lt;br /&gt;talked to them. laugh laugh laugh then they went for their Tcc interview.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; grace told me they couldnt find the place and ended up making one whole big round.&lt;br /&gt;best denki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, Weilan and Jubina came!&lt;br /&gt;after work.&lt;br /&gt;haha. jubina and weilan, still the same man.&lt;br /&gt;funnny two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR TMR, VDAY!&lt;br /&gt;I cant waittt.&lt;br /&gt;(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel! dont be pissed already, cheeer upppp.&lt;br /&gt;haha think of your beautiful disaster! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice, all the best for bio test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;kick bio papers ass and smack in down with a big fat A!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2753672703864238574?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2753672703864238574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2753672703864238574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2753672703864238574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2753672703864238574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-jihadist-im-christian-god-loves-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-7741899847272952281</id><published>2008-02-12T10:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:05:18.301-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alert to all hot chicks sexy mamas out there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you board the bus, look for pervs around you.&lt;br /&gt;If spot one, kick his ass before he does anything funny to you.&lt;br /&gt;just in case.&lt;br /&gt;it dont matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause there are so many chicks out there that allow these pervs to get the best of them,&lt;br /&gt;and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melll, dont be tramatized anymore alright, that guy is super siiccck.&lt;br /&gt;taking pictures of you, and .....&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeks. Sicko in the braino.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, i'll cont praying for you!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay ytd, workkk!&lt;br /&gt;pretty fun,&lt;br /&gt;i called lex, " Li ax."&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;AND God answered this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;cause mel couldnt find her slip thing to like sign out,&lt;br /&gt;and if she dont ever find it, she wont get paid.&lt;br /&gt;so when we were abt to leave and lock out the shop, she realised it was missing.&lt;br /&gt;we all helped her to search.&lt;br /&gt;and it was like for ard 10 mins alr.&lt;br /&gt;bird and i went into the storeroom with her to search cus we happened to change there earlier ytd.&lt;br /&gt;and i was saying this line in a very exhausted manner,&lt;br /&gt;" God, pleaseee help mel find her slip, .. "&lt;br /&gt;then bird added,&lt;br /&gt;" like let it be right in front of her face now, "&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name we pray amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then -laughsssss.&lt;br /&gt;- me and bird turn towards mel.&lt;br /&gt;- shows us the slip. " its here eh."&lt;br /&gt;its so amazing right.&lt;br /&gt;she searched that area before, but found nthg, and when we prayed,&lt;br /&gt;zoooppoooof!&lt;br /&gt;things happen.&lt;br /&gt;it was on this box. that was beside her when she changed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i hope today we'll be able to catch flies again. (Birds line)&lt;br /&gt;ha, then it'll be kicking ass shiok.&lt;br /&gt;alright, shall go lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;have a good day readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You're obsessed, but its a pity, its not over me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-7741899847272952281?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/7741899847272952281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=7741899847272952281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7741899847272952281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7741899847272952281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/alert-to-all-hot-chicks-sexy-mamas-out.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3138057202975588791</id><published>2008-02-10T07:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:57.587-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R67XGQeonMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/25EC-iZ49TM/s1600-h/DSC04960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165302325143182530" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R67XGQeonMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/25EC-iZ49TM/s320/DSC04960.JPG" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took that while sophia was saying " Eh thats the route to my school. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R67XGweonNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vRTT2QIvsNA/s1600-h/DSC04948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165302333733117138" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="181" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R67XGweonNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vRTT2QIvsNA/s320/DSC04948.JPG" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisterish afffection.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Okay so finalllyy an update.&lt;br /&gt;Cny visitings were okay.&lt;br /&gt;black jack and everything.&lt;br /&gt;the classic.&lt;br /&gt;snacks, red packets.&lt;br /&gt;catching up of young and old.&lt;br /&gt;been through that.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;so its sunady now, theres woorrrk tmr.&lt;br /&gt;mel we've got to hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. Ytd was really pleasent.&lt;br /&gt;had a gathering over at my place.&lt;br /&gt;the korea beijing tour ppl came, mom's friends and everything.&lt;br /&gt;food was great.&lt;br /&gt;chicken wings, to noodles to dessert.&lt;br /&gt;finally saw zhi quan,johnathan,joel,alvin,samatha!&lt;br /&gt;from the tour.&lt;br /&gt;they didnt change one bit.&lt;br /&gt;did caught up and all.&lt;br /&gt;was nice.&lt;br /&gt;then everyone played black jack.&lt;br /&gt;and mommy got three 7s in a row!&lt;br /&gt;so she won 7 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;just like that.&lt;br /&gt;cus she bet with a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and the notebook was showing ytd.&lt;br /&gt;AND, mel came too! (:&lt;br /&gt;she played with us cards, and watched soccer with the rest after that.&lt;br /&gt;they all stayed till near 11, then all went back.&lt;br /&gt;it was gayfully nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and smthg really embarrassing happened ytd.&lt;br /&gt;while i walked across the floor wanting to get a pillow to feel more comfy.&lt;br /&gt;i stepped on smthg soft, i thought it was mel's wallet.&lt;br /&gt;so i like glanced back and just walked on.&lt;br /&gt;then, after i walked back, mel was like lifting the orange up, and juice were flowing from below.&lt;br /&gt;she was pretty confused.&lt;br /&gt;then someone said, " someone stepped on it isit? "&lt;br /&gt;cus it was pretty much flattened.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. i was like. oohh amm geee!&lt;br /&gt;" oh shit, i think its me eh. "&lt;br /&gt;then the juice was flowing out like mad.&lt;br /&gt;me and mel starting laughing like kick assing hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright and vdays coming!&lt;br /&gt;i'll misss school days when everyone, will just walk ard exchanging gifts.&lt;br /&gt;roses everywhere, small cards, soft toys, hand made glass candles, squeezed out names from glow in the dark glueee. and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, smile peopleee and God bless!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though you might not see this, i still wanna let it out. cus its my online journal.&lt;br /&gt;do you know your "stop giving yourself the same excuses la, " and cold turkey and ham attitude makes ppl even more annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;and please dont be So unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;ppl dont owe you the world, you see.&lt;br /&gt;try being more selfless.&lt;br /&gt;youre in this world where it revolves WITH you, &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; around&lt;/strong&gt;. you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3138057202975588791?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3138057202975588791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3138057202975588791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3138057202975588791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3138057202975588791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/mommy-took-that-while-sophia-was-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R67XGQeonMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/25EC-iZ49TM/s72-c/DSC04960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3445761517688267015</id><published>2008-02-04T01:36:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T04:38:37.229-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" he works in ways we cannot see, he will make a way for me, he will be my guide, hold me closely to his side, with love and strength for each new day, he will make a way." (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those feeling lousy, remember this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3445761517688267015?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3445761517688267015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3445761517688267015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3445761517688267015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3445761517688267015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-works-in-ways-we-cannot-see-he-will.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4862980222473976268</id><published>2008-01-23T05:27:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:40:36.480-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Psalm. (Thanks sarah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 23:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He makes me lie in green pastures,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he leads me beside quiet waters,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he restores my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He guides me in the ppaths of righteousness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for his name's sake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though I walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through the valley of the shadow of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the death, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fear no evil,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you are with me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your rod your staff,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they comfort me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You prepare a table before me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the presence of my enemies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You anoint my head with oil;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my cup overflows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surely goodness and love will follow me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the days of my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I will dwell in the house of the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apt for those that are collecting results tmr, like me.&lt;br /&gt;Place your trust in him, and believe in God's faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Ask, and you'll receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this suddenly came to my mind cause It once saw me through my darkest moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from Mark 11:22-24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those that are interested.&lt;br /&gt;go read it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we shot at nyp.&lt;br /&gt;all the filming and camera, facial expressions. wow.&lt;br /&gt;eye opening.&lt;br /&gt;tell and post more the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I wanna be an actress someday!&lt;br /&gt;okay, off to stayover, and get nervous tgr.&lt;br /&gt;Wish the best for the Olevel takers 07 yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4862980222473976268?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4862980222473976268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=4862980222473976268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4862980222473976268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4862980222473976268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-psalm.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2172215044433700426</id><published>2008-01-22T02:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T06:29:36.666-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt the urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things. happened so quick, sometimes even faster than we know how to react to it.&lt;br /&gt;and then you let things fade, and before you know it. It might be gone.&lt;br /&gt;weird how God work in ways we cannot see, but somehow made a way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ive been suppering a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;i really do feel like a pig now.&lt;br /&gt;thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i finally finished Gossip Girls.&lt;br /&gt;its great.&lt;br /&gt;i want more.&lt;br /&gt;all the B and S, and Dan and Nate. and that gross chuck.&lt;br /&gt;plus the wanna fit in Small J.&lt;br /&gt;ooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mummy. i dont know, shes honestly one person that can make my day.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really. if we've been in good terms for long, if she give me random smacks on butts, giggles. and calls me darl.&lt;br /&gt;but. shes also someone that can really make me. upset.&lt;br /&gt;like really.&lt;br /&gt;and im really afraid of Olevel results.&lt;br /&gt;thurs.&lt;br /&gt;i can picture bigbird talking.&lt;br /&gt;and then agape going up, collecting. tearing the slip.&lt;br /&gt;and then next our top scorer for Ns, Malia.&lt;br /&gt;and finally its me.&lt;br /&gt;to tear the slip.&lt;br /&gt;looking that my clique behind me.&lt;br /&gt;that. will really bring a lot of adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;please, i want fri to come and i hope till then i'll be feeling really elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, im this close to skipping Cny.&lt;br /&gt;or even to go up to pasir ris. for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will someone rmb to stab me when they happens.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hurry go to a good poly at least.&lt;br /&gt;go to the course i want.&lt;br /&gt;or at least dont mind going.&lt;br /&gt;Lord. I pray. We pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhkay, right. so now, lets do some quiz. im in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When youre sad you first think of:&lt;br /&gt;My clique, happy times. People worth smiling for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When youre sad recently it'll be cause of:&lt;br /&gt;Him, or mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If youre happy its usually cause of:&lt;br /&gt;Friends! Yong tau foo! food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Whats on your mind right now:&lt;br /&gt;Olevel results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What did you just do:&lt;br /&gt;wrote another letter to God and replied doralynn on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Who last made you cry:&lt;br /&gt;Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who did you last speak on the phone with:&lt;br /&gt;Melinda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Going out tmr?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Looking forward to cny?&lt;br /&gt;For now. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Who is the last person you'll want to offend:&lt;br /&gt;person..? hmm. I'll consider that as People. I dont care. its my My clique and mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) A guy you once gave your whole heart to:&lt;br /&gt;Mervin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What you last ate:&lt;br /&gt;Kuey chap, supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Skirt or jeans:&lt;br /&gt;Skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Heels or flats:&lt;br /&gt;Converse or flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Work out or pig out:&lt;br /&gt;Pigg out, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Dan or Nate from Gossip girls?&lt;br /&gt;Dan. Though nate is hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) The last text you sent to:&lt;br /&gt;Yee ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Someone you miss now:&lt;br /&gt;My granny at pasir ris, my oldmaid Yana and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) An actress you look up to:&lt;br /&gt;Rachel mcadams for now cause i just rented the dvd The notebook &amp;amp; saw her act again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to more already.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty will do.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight latesleepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2172215044433700426?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2172215044433700426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2172215044433700426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2172215044433700426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2172215044433700426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/felt-urge-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1859098695185946423</id><published>2008-01-15T10:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T04:00:59.058-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oxNCVjBz2s/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oxNCVjBz2s/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, that line that I told you, from here.&lt;br /&gt;Its so sweet, isn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;day out with mel in town! TEEHEEHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;funn!&lt;br /&gt;and sorrry mel that i made you wait while i try all the dresses!&lt;br /&gt;But i love you company!&lt;br /&gt;reallly.&lt;br /&gt;went to far east.&lt;br /&gt;walk here and thereeee.&lt;br /&gt;ate subby way before that.&lt;br /&gt;yummmy.&lt;br /&gt;but mel didnt finish!&lt;br /&gt;wasted.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. then i bought a dresssss.&lt;br /&gt;headed to pacific plaza, and all over town.&lt;br /&gt;we seeked shelter at heeren from the typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;dined at billybombers.&lt;br /&gt;wow, its beeen looong right mel!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;then went to paragon, found this document in my cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;passed to mel from below, and we both were talking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;then mel and her oh so greatest idea, said. " eh this is fun, lets investigate and find out who this belong to and where is this place "&lt;br /&gt;pointing to the address below.&lt;br /&gt;so then sylvia chee got excited.&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the info counter used their phone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;and the boss of that company wanted to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it was like pretty interesting la.&lt;br /&gt;then we went here and there, trying to spot for the indian boss.&lt;br /&gt;(from his voice)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mel said, " Eh Lord please make him a very cute ang moh with a indian ascent, thats all. "&lt;br /&gt;LOL TIMES 10.&lt;br /&gt;then i said, " eh imagine a super cute ang moh, scratching his head at the back with nice hair saying, hey.. with that gorgeous smile. "&lt;br /&gt;omg i think.&lt;br /&gt;we watch too much chick flicks mel.&lt;br /&gt;hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we headed back near 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Love going out with you la mel.&lt;br /&gt;its always fun.&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, I'd save you from anything even if it sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today mel bought this facial nivea thing, she said its goood.&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to try.&lt;br /&gt;cause she tried from those small bottles.&lt;br /&gt;then im like, i want to tryyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;but then we just laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;then online today.&lt;br /&gt;she was damn sweet la. see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause with every kiss and every hug says:&lt;br /&gt;YO!&lt;br /&gt;Cause with every kiss and every hug says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Cause with every kiss and every hug says:&lt;br /&gt;eh siva, i squeezed some of my facial wash into the small tube! ;D i wanna let you try! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. evident.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know mel, GO KNOW HER. cause if not, youre losing out.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; friday!&lt;br /&gt;yay can see everyone again!&lt;br /&gt;graceeee, finallly!&lt;br /&gt;teeheeeheeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;lets wear black on cny!&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1859098695185946423?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1859098695185946423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1859098695185946423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1859098695185946423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1859098695185946423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/oooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-677936333157870675</id><published>2008-01-13T08:38:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:58.866-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrJpTEaQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sr60iJ8VdVM/s1600-h/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154909799439427842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrJpTEaQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sr60iJ8VdVM/s320/web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halong bay. TAKEN BY DOMENIC, my canada uncle during his stay at spore and vietnam over the dec hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrJ5TEaRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HSdeBDYc06k/s1600-h/VITNAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154909803734395154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrJ5TEaRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HSdeBDYc06k/s320/VITNAM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam. Love the angle and the shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrJ5TEaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nD5_BV5wlIg/s1600-h/skies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154909803734395170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrJ5TEaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nD5_BV5wlIg/s320/skies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halong bay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrKJTEaTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Hgi5p0_XB_g/s1600-h/small+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154909808029362482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrKJTEaTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Hgi5p0_XB_g/s320/small+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small boyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrKJTEaUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RxGaGTaofvs/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154909808029362498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrKJTEaUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RxGaGTaofvs/s320/orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If youre interested in looking at more of his taken pictures, you can just go to the album.&lt;br /&gt;Which he did it himself too, right below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/papayahead/MerlionRicePaddy/Welcome.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://web.mac.com/papayahead/MerlionRicePaddy/Welcome.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, im sure aaron and jins would be interested.&lt;br /&gt;photograghpy stuffys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today.&lt;br /&gt;learnt many things.&lt;br /&gt;churched. then celled.&lt;br /&gt;then back.&lt;br /&gt;and my granny cook the most yummmylicious foodilicious stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;from curry, mee siam to even just salad.&lt;br /&gt;love. it.&lt;br /&gt;and im starting to eat a lot again.&lt;br /&gt;it stopped for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;then i think. its coming back.&lt;br /&gt;kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;and i finally went to wildwildwet after soo long.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw, guo liang. that actor.&lt;br /&gt;with his family.&lt;br /&gt;so many children la.&lt;br /&gt;and tues, thurs fri. yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;tmr tooo.&lt;br /&gt;okay im glad my friends in the first 3 months thing are having so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;looking at their blogs, and hearing from them.&lt;br /&gt;all the funny stories and interesting happenings.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;alright, cny. to think of it, its like, more visiting, and more visiting.&lt;br /&gt;and it also means, more asking of results.&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;i anticipate a lot of talkings and superficial greetings.&lt;br /&gt;cause there'll be so many aunts and uncles till some you dont even know who put you just wear a smile cause they give you red packet.&lt;br /&gt;is that not true?&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;finally, finalllly.&lt;br /&gt;yes i miss drill sessions with you, calling you complaining abt how sharon loves to pick on us.&lt;br /&gt;cause we happen to be the craziest 2 in the whole contigent.&lt;br /&gt;and how we spend our 2003-2004 june hols practising like mad.&lt;br /&gt;meeting everyday.&lt;br /&gt;buying lanyards, earrings, pandants, everything tgr.&lt;br /&gt;eating at pasta mania, being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;coming to my house, showing you how he look like.&lt;br /&gt;telling you abt him and all.&lt;br /&gt;those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;hey, so many years and still counting hotaholic gf.&lt;br /&gt;i love you, seriously. how you always stood there for me too. and yes random smses, non stop laughing phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;miss you.&lt;br /&gt;but its okayy causeeee. we're meeting really soon.&lt;br /&gt;and yes even if theres a tsunami, war or typhoon, im still going to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss staying over a day before art exams rushing prep work and watercolouring with mel.&lt;br /&gt;i miss poking grace's armpit.seeing her face and hearing her suan me abt how messy I am.&lt;br /&gt;i miss going high with nicole ding and pamela.&lt;br /&gt;i miss crapping the lamest shit with wans.&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing jin hua's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking and chilling out with jubina.&lt;br /&gt;i miss laughing with fangs.&lt;br /&gt;i miss tanning with xue er.&lt;br /&gt;i miss saying the word lame to wan chung countless times.&lt;br /&gt;i miss cocking with cheryl gan.&lt;br /&gt;i miss going " ok.. ok ok ok.. ok " with bird.&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing wei wen's zibi hand actions during bball in sch.&lt;br /&gt;i miss stayovers with sihui.&lt;br /&gt;i miss hearing krsna's loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;i miss Yana, a lotttttt.&lt;br /&gt;i miss wu lao shi!&lt;br /&gt;i miss hugging my sister.&lt;br /&gt;i miss doralynn's house.&lt;br /&gt;i miss trying to skate with ruishan with him teaching and hearing carin's laughter.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the smell of billybombers kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;i miss changing out of uniform blouse into pe shirt in sch.&lt;br /&gt;i miss holding hands, going to prime supermarket with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so much more. but ive only these in my head for now.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think what to type.&lt;br /&gt;it just came out. hence, its super random.&lt;br /&gt;its my blog, what to hide to what i miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the other day, we all went to Janes place.&lt;br /&gt;she invited afew for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and when we first came in, her dad asked us to sit at the living room to pray together.&lt;br /&gt;and he asked jane to bring out a bible to read afew verses and spoke to us.&lt;br /&gt;hes sooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;and he even play the guitar and showed us the songs he listens to.&lt;br /&gt;he sings.&lt;br /&gt;and they have countless guitars.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;and we ate up almost the whole tray of prawns at night.&lt;br /&gt;super fattening.&lt;br /&gt;but, then again mel, one life live it right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't pursue happiness, pursue the key to God's heart, and happines will definitely be a by product that will come along the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-677936333157870675?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/677936333157870675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=677936333157870675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/677936333157870675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/677936333157870675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/halong-bay.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4nrJpTEaQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sr60iJ8VdVM/s72-c/web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8460470784968367393</id><published>2008-01-10T02:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:37:29.303-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;memory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dg9M06YoBQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dg9M06YoBQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random song, thanks to LoveWrecked. Dont like, off, or go away.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8460470784968367393?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8460470784968367393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8460470784968367393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8460470784968367393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8460470784968367393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/sugarcult-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-154072694459557183</id><published>2008-01-09T11:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:11:59.916-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6wpTEaKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/W4rx3KOFQ5g/s1600-h/09012008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153519587245189282" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6wpTEaKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/W4rx3KOFQ5g/s320/09012008(015).jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY YOURE NOT A COWARD OR LOSER ALREADY. Ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6xJTEaLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bHZCsrUK-Ws/s1600-h/09012008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153519595835123890" style="CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6xJTEaLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bHZCsrUK-Ws/s320/09012008(013).jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, im sorry la. haha, i look like a retard. thanks to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6xJTEaMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lxsNaH1_Qi8/s1600-h/09012008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153519595835123906" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6xJTEaMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lxsNaH1_Qi8/s320/09012008(004).jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gamingggg. Yeah right. I know i look serious. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6xZTEaNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wr6pJO5b_DU/s1600-h/DSC04769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153519600130091218" style="CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6xZTEaNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wr6pJO5b_DU/s320/DSC04769.JPG" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, wont you fall inlove with SYLVIA SELF COOKED YONG TAU FOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6xpTEaOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/igbtvao7spM/s1600-h/DSC04766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153519604425058530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6xpTEaOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/igbtvao7spM/s320/DSC04766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIN, im starting to know you better. And you love staring out the windows when hearing noises, dont you.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and yess chilllii, i cant live without.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Okay michael chee, Youre not a coward.&lt;br /&gt;and im not a loser.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so shoo.&lt;br /&gt;that personal nick that time. haha, we were talking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;now, its over. official.&lt;br /&gt;and i cooked yong tau foo again.&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;its evident.&lt;br /&gt;and its a cold day today.&lt;br /&gt;brrrrr. (dont it remind you of sports day, that cheer.)&lt;br /&gt;okay random.&lt;br /&gt;anywheewhoohow, TMR.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it'll make me laugh and scream- and help me forget the world.&lt;br /&gt;except the ppl im watching it with of course.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, and good luck chuck is hot.&lt;br /&gt;no maybe only jessica alba.&lt;br /&gt;yes, only her. really cute in the show.&lt;br /&gt;penguinsss.&lt;br /&gt;okay dont feel like talking much.&lt;br /&gt;Bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You chased, tap &amp;amp; I thought you were abt to say, caught you &amp;amp; youre not going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you said, Jay Kay, I'm not the catcher..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i didnt bother looking for another catcher by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was tired of running already. Not that i quit the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-154072694459557183?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/154072694459557183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=154072694459557183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/154072694459557183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/154072694459557183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-youre-not-coward-or-loser-already.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4T6wpTEaKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/W4rx3KOFQ5g/s72-c/09012008(015).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-9669054077565704</id><published>2008-01-09T11:46:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:47:36.827-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-9669054077565704?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/9669054077565704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=9669054077565704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/9669054077565704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/9669054077565704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-what-you-did-last-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4118411908634397309</id><published>2008-01-08T03:31:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T05:37:04.290-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My conscience is clear. I screw no one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss, finally saw pam after so long!&lt;br /&gt;joy joy joy.&lt;br /&gt;and she told me so many things of what happened recently,&lt;br /&gt;from her stories, to what to do to mine, and how true and fake some ppl are.&lt;br /&gt;wow, its such an eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real ones, they make you see how geniune one is, and then you'll come to know.&lt;br /&gt;oh, that one. yes over there. yes thats a fake.&lt;br /&gt;its like how do ppl discover that a diamondis fake? its only cause they've seen real ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel, like what i said when how would a person know how true happiness feels&lt;br /&gt;its only when they've been sad once, that they will know how does being happy feels like&lt;br /&gt;like how a rollar coaster ride will never get to its peak, when its never gone way down once.&lt;br /&gt;and. sad to say. thats also life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'll add a juicy part.&lt;br /&gt;today i saw *******.&lt;br /&gt;hes my neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;havent seen him since stongage.&lt;br /&gt;so we havent caught up for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;but when he started by saying, " oh man hey yo. eh! anyway i saw... etc"&lt;br /&gt;and he told me what he saw..&lt;br /&gt;about.&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;im like ! times 2, but pain times much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you, the truth will eventually come running to one person, after time.&lt;br /&gt;lies will only surface, cause they're fake. &amp;amp; the truth will somehow show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish, that somehow can just vanish me, right into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;so i wont be able to feel, to see, to hear, to know.&lt;br /&gt;then it'll be so much easier for everyone too.&lt;br /&gt;i know i might just make some people out there happier.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, (you make think its cliche but freak off)&lt;br /&gt;you think of so many wonderful things that has happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;how miricles work, and how you were even given a chance to be with someone you once crushed so bad.&lt;br /&gt;how amazing things work.&lt;br /&gt;friends, how they stand by you, holding your hand even when you run, or walk. or trip.&lt;br /&gt;and God, how he carried you right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hence, sylvia chee, please be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4118411908634397309?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4118411908634397309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=4118411908634397309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4118411908634397309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4118411908634397309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-conscience-is-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2320027160897030290</id><published>2008-01-07T12:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:00.400-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4Jl-JTEaII/AAAAAAAAAEU/3AFseD-3dE8/s1600-h/DSC04733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152793041987463298" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="310" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4Jl-JTEaII/AAAAAAAAAEU/3AFseD-3dE8/s320/DSC04733.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each piece- $2.50 and above&lt;br /&gt;that box- $19.&lt;br /&gt;For us. - FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4Jl-JTEaJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JkeMsot4AlY/s1600-h/DSC04732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152793041987463314" style="CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4Jl-JTEaJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JkeMsot4AlY/s320/DSC04732.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birdie think its london, you see. HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.five-fingers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.five-fingers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel's blog.&lt;br /&gt;She has what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted to say too.&lt;br /&gt;If youre happen to be feeling down, shoo there.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as mel saw her Bc today.&lt;br /&gt;i saw Cram too!!&lt;br /&gt;wholala. and i spoke quite loud when dad was there.&lt;br /&gt;shitolala.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and saw weilan today too.&lt;br /&gt;after sooo long.&lt;br /&gt;bird,lan,mel and I.&lt;br /&gt;funny day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the secret place we used to slack.&lt;br /&gt;miss working.&lt;br /&gt;sophia where were you today!&lt;br /&gt;we ate super a lot of chocs and wanted to hear you noisee.&lt;br /&gt;thrusday okayy.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; Im thankful ive friends that walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;and at least i can still let out my crazy side once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and arron, OMG TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;youre mad. but thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2320027160897030290?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2320027160897030290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2320027160897030290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2320027160897030290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2320027160897030290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/each-piece-2.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4Jl-JTEaII/AAAAAAAAAEU/3AFseD-3dE8/s72-c/DSC04733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3390137326894310577</id><published>2008-01-06T11:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:02:32.105-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For those that are bored, you might just want to see this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The notebook.&lt;/strong&gt; Its just random. Go away if youre lazy to see whats coming up, or even read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FsHDMyQ3sU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noah-"We're back to that, are we back there, what abt the past couple of days,they happen you know."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allie-"I know that they happen, and they were wonderful but also very irresponsible..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noah-" so you made love to me and then go back to your husband? is that your plan. was that a test i didnt plass?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(right at the end)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What Allie is taking to her new fiance abt Noah. And this is what he replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[To Allie, about Noah] "The way I see it, I got three choices. One, I can shoot him. Two, I can kick the crap out of him. Or three, I leave you. Well, all that's no good. You see, 'cause none of those options get me you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully he's mature enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those that want to see the ending, how she even went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qflHwidbnNI&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. End of random sylvia. But the story is just amazing. They waited 7 years. And they're back together. Love Rachel McAdams btw. Oh and a fact here, they were actually tgr in real life before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay heres the vid, they won Best Kiss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look at the faces of lindsay lohan and hilary duff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and Rachel and Ryan look so cute when they kissed again. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTLDLWhgV1c&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tada. Have fun everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3390137326894310577?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3390137326894310577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3390137326894310577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3390137326894310577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3390137326894310577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/notebook.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3777099261884237661</id><published>2008-01-06T02:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:00.724-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4CAcJTEaHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FhPQxMPPsKU/s1600-h/DSC04396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152259194732439666" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="109" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4CAcJTEaHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FhPQxMPPsKU/s320/DSC04396.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life Swap/ Flip the egg.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough cough and more cough.&lt;br /&gt;oh and hello pillow. its been long.&lt;br /&gt;pasir ris, bishan, bishan, pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;rawrr sukulala.&lt;br /&gt;okay that was rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish. Cartoons wont exist for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;just for this moment.&lt;br /&gt;not that i dont love them.&lt;br /&gt;they see you through your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;which freak wont have at least one of their favourite one.&lt;br /&gt;and random but. you you and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;assuming is bad for health.&lt;br /&gt;(jai.)&lt;br /&gt;years back. but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least&lt;/strong&gt; i know, Ive given whats left of me, all&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, ive to tell myself to collect the whole of me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where's that guy that used. used. to melt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3777099261884237661?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3777099261884237661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3777099261884237661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3777099261884237661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3777099261884237661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-swap.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R4CAcJTEaHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FhPQxMPPsKU/s72-c/DSC04396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1057183522322549092</id><published>2008-01-05T01:43:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T06:15:41.153-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;its like reaching 2am now.&lt;br /&gt;and im blogging again&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, melinda tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;yes anyway sheve updated her blog and you guys should go see it.&lt;br /&gt;cause she toook that sunrise picture herself and its superly nice.&lt;br /&gt;dont steal it also cause thats being.. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;her url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.five-fingers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.five-fingers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aaron and her were like taking indirectly through me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;shalala. " i miss you, i miss your smile, and i still shed a tear, every once in awhile, and even though its different now, youre still here somehow, my heart wont let you know, and i need you to know, i miss you. "&lt;br /&gt;ive been singing thattt.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh, get it off my head.&lt;br /&gt;AND MEL AND SIHUI thanks for ytd night.&lt;br /&gt;nearly dieddddd.&lt;br /&gt;alright and yes my previous post is super random.&lt;br /&gt;lazy to read, shoo off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mervin wants me to post abt him.&lt;br /&gt;hence, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervin - Stare at the light blub. says:&lt;br /&gt;you nv blog bout me i angry&lt;br /&gt;Mervin - Stare at the light blub. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Mervin - Stare at the light blub. says:&lt;br /&gt;like small kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, its still counted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1057183522322549092?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1057183522322549092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1057183522322549092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1057183522322549092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1057183522322549092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2843129403686263578</id><published>2008-01-04T11:09:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:00.865-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R35h4JTEaGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6f0iBQTeVNo/s1600-h/4th5do7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151662640954894434" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R35h4JTEaGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6f0iBQTeVNo/s320/4th5do7%5B1%5D.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be screaming Ily, but its a pity you cant hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holala, so lets start with random stuffys that went on my mind throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1: My grandma proved even more today that she really loves me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I keep thinking of my super most loved bishan pillow. or small bolster. whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: random friends i thought of, i dont ever wanna lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: I SAW THE MEDIACORP ARTIST THAT PASSED AWAY TODAY. IN THE MORNING, AND HE PASSED AWAY AT 1PM. with my granny at the foodcourt. so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: I bought new shoes today. for only 5.50. guess what it is. L.o.l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: I rarely saw my hp today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: I uploaded one pic with mel on friendster earlier. Rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Kinda miss Thos sb more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: missed mel even more when she told me she might be going away sooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: wonder whats my old maid Yana is going now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Im starting to watch kinship2 due to consciences chalet ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: something happened to pui and me ytd. super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: feel like going to changi airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: miss korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: lotte world is funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: i wore really weird clothes throughout today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: thought of butter, think shes sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: debbie just told me she like hsm2 gotto go my own way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: i want to go back to pri sch days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: im SUPER SCARED FOR RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay think thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;roarrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and thank you hil and roz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know im sucha com noob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2843129403686263578?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2843129403686263578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2843129403686263578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2843129403686263578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2843129403686263578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-thanks-to-hil-and-rozand-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R35h4JTEaGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6f0iBQTeVNo/s72-c/4th5do7%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-7489059079679000628</id><published>2008-01-02T11:45:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:56:46.125-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teardrops on my guitar. / Taylor swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird sent me and i thought it was pretty nice. Thats abt it. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-7489059079679000628?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/7489059079679000628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=7489059079679000628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150886072213071938" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="282" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R3ufl5TEaEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jwlCRH4IQLw/s320/DSC04685.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello sexxxyy wommmannn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R3ufl5TEaFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rbSnX6S2Kr0/s1600-h/DSC04696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150886072213071954" style="CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R3ufl5TEaFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rbSnX6S2Kr0/s320/DSC04696.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloo again Pretty below the Geeeekyyfied uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my sister's first day of sch!&lt;br /&gt;how coool.&lt;br /&gt;i drressed her up, everything.&lt;br /&gt;she was sooo exctied.&lt;br /&gt;and she was looking hott. :D&lt;br /&gt;she kept on saying shes so happy cause she is wearing the uniform that she always see me in.&lt;br /&gt;shes asleep and tmr, im tying her hair again!&lt;br /&gt;and today, met bird and mel.&lt;br /&gt;laughed till i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;and that susshiii is like stuck on top of my ribs.&lt;br /&gt;i feel. undigested.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and before that we all went back to sch again.&lt;br /&gt;we saw jubs wei lan joelle they all.&lt;br /&gt;whoolala.&lt;br /&gt;and kiahwee!&lt;br /&gt;fangs!&lt;br /&gt;wow, and the home room system is off.&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;when we're outta the sch then come take it off.&lt;br /&gt;turtle soup bonger la big bird.&lt;br /&gt;so then me and mel took bus back.&lt;br /&gt;bird too trainn.&lt;br /&gt;and before that we went to the toilet, and yeah a lot of weird things happened there.&lt;br /&gt;we took some pics tgr too.&lt;br /&gt;alrightos, sleep well people.&lt;br /&gt;ive to do without my favourite pillow, cause its with some moron.&lt;br /&gt;dangggg.&lt;br /&gt;tmr, wans, everyone. yay!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R3ufl5TEaEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jwlCRH4IQLw/s72-c/DSC04685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-7763464487616749449</id><published>2008-01-02T05:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:04:15.282-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lovvvveee them.&lt;br /&gt;Clique = fun, joy, laughter, pain go away, true friends, excitement, happiness, people you trust.&lt;br /&gt;Its much more than words can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;You guys know that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed off from love&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t need the pain&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough&lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you’re frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time with you&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Found something true&lt;br /&gt;And everyone’s looking round&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I’m going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nthg laaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;its just, this song have been ringging in my headdd.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh, darn mtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see you in a distance, and I'll whisper, I want you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont lie to me, I know, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know where I am now, I wont ever think where would we be now.&lt;br /&gt;Cause in my own remembering, I know I'll begin to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happpy everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave words unsaid, live life with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;tatarrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-7763464487616749449?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/7763464487616749449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=7763464487616749449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7763464487616749449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7763464487616749449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-lovvvveee-them.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-563453468481530539</id><published>2008-01-01T02:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:42:13.444-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its 08 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres so many things I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;And it seem so hard to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I'll start in a very random way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong tau foo, reminds me of many things..&lt;br /&gt;And I've been cooking it these days.&lt;br /&gt;For my aunts and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;But i did, for others previously too.&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;, it was a splendid year.&lt;br /&gt;i wont exclude the end i guess.&lt;br /&gt;it made me realise a lott.&lt;br /&gt;not only about people, but things.&lt;br /&gt;overall more of a &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;but. alil of. that sign, with a / in btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards the end, i also got to know more new ppl.&lt;br /&gt;and it made me open my eyes, to see the things ard me.&lt;br /&gt;thats partly why i wont say the end is all bad though it was slightly screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it passed really fast.&lt;br /&gt;since we all had Os that year.&lt;br /&gt;teachers rushing us, time competing with us, parents spurring us.&lt;br /&gt;friends encouraging with texts and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;wow, now. its finally done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its a new year, it doesnt necessarily mean a new start.&lt;br /&gt;Its just like any other ordinary day, week, month, year.&lt;br /&gt;its just something someone from stoneage or before that created this year guide to let people gauge how far they've gone, how much they're grown and how much time have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2007, all my friends, they've been with me.&lt;br /&gt;esp the close ones, Jubina, Grace, Melinda, Pamela, Wei wen, Wan chung, Xue er, Hui fang, Birdie, Sihui, Jin hua.&lt;br /&gt;all the conflicts, stressed ups, laughters, we've been through it.&lt;br /&gt;looking how much we've all grown, it just brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;although we might be taking different paths this year, but the footprints we left on each other hearts will never be washed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubina.&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to brighten up my day, when even im pondering abt something you'll crack me up with something funny.&lt;br /&gt;and i always end up laughing, no matter how down i may be.&lt;br /&gt;My poot, forever that caring.&lt;br /&gt;i rmbed us going to town to find a gift and i was having fever.&lt;br /&gt;you didnt allow me to carry any plastic bags, you asked me to sit in the mrt and constantly asking if im okay.&lt;br /&gt;i really felt like youre some lao da.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, like what grace said.&lt;br /&gt;Really, a friend i wont want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace.&lt;br /&gt;We've been through so much.&lt;br /&gt;My stublio.&lt;br /&gt;from beginning of the year till now.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never forget those times we were partners, how i dug your armpit each time i catch you off guard.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;haha, how you love to suan me.&lt;br /&gt;saying im so messy and everything.&lt;br /&gt;i still have that small note you wrote and hid in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;you wrote during eng lesson.&lt;br /&gt;lol, its been fun.&lt;br /&gt;and dont worry abt results next year, you'll do just fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda.&lt;br /&gt;my crush!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, youre one thats always hearing me out.&lt;br /&gt;never fail to encourage others on.&lt;br /&gt;and one that lovesss to play.&lt;br /&gt;the small kid in you.&lt;br /&gt;Youre one of my closest, we'll update each other constantly and you'll always be the first to know if youre with me and if im down.&lt;br /&gt;you'll put your arms ard me and say " cheer up! "&lt;br /&gt;or sometimes whisper adorably.&lt;br /&gt;you also wished me happy bday this year the most number of times.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Mel, block catching soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela.&lt;br /&gt;The one thats the craziest and someone i love going high with.&lt;br /&gt;always known with me to be the noiset and the worse off monitress for anything.&lt;br /&gt;haha, be in from art to geog.&lt;br /&gt;there to hear me out, also one of my cloest.&lt;br /&gt;you know almost everything and even as you said, somethings no one in the world does.&lt;br /&gt;always there to help all your friends ard you out.&lt;br /&gt;and one fool for christ.&lt;br /&gt;whereve you been this hols, all the overseas trips, you ah. we miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei wen.&lt;br /&gt;The one that once said you wanted to be a nun with me.&lt;br /&gt;hence, nun partner.&lt;br /&gt;my chruch mate too!&lt;br /&gt;you never fail to each verses or say something really lame and then zibi yourself.&lt;br /&gt;those teachers nagging at you to keep your legs closed in class, all their words. are in vain.&lt;br /&gt;cause you never change.&lt;br /&gt;haha, your bird hole, i still rmb.&lt;br /&gt;always so heck care, ride bike also can fall till like that.&lt;br /&gt;but thank God it did not leave any deep scar on your face. (:&lt;br /&gt;youve got to take goody care of yourself man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan chung!&lt;br /&gt;my Conscience.&lt;br /&gt;the one that is the LAMEST.&lt;br /&gt;the whole clique would know.&lt;br /&gt;haha, always there standing by me too.&lt;br /&gt;never fail to ask me to cheer up if theres anything and always there to help.&lt;br /&gt;you even gave all of us that ikea mat with personal notes on.&lt;br /&gt;and used a thread to make our names.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, we'll never lose that.&lt;br /&gt;i can never sit beside you in class cause i cant concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;your lame crapsticks really make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and im so glad we're seeing you soon on the 3rd of jan.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday on advance first, i'll wish you again then!&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue er!&lt;br /&gt;Laughing pillllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;gosh its been super long.&lt;br /&gt;we worked tgr, tanned our ass off countless times and also know me inside out.&lt;br /&gt;youve seen me when im most glamourous, and also when im the ugliest.&lt;br /&gt;you've pulled me through so many storms.&lt;br /&gt;and youre someone that can also be paired with wans to start the lamers club.&lt;br /&gt;you do the craziest things, and youre not afraid what ppl think of you.&lt;br /&gt;you just want to have fun, and you go all the way.&lt;br /&gt;and we all end up having a strong blast.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui fang.&lt;br /&gt;santaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;youre the zibi one with wens.&lt;br /&gt;haha, youre a really great friend.&lt;br /&gt;you make a really good listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;and always making sure your friends ard you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;i still rmb, last year vday. i needed to get a quiksilver tee for him.&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt know which design, and even when there was one, the sizes are all cranking me up.&lt;br /&gt;and you were there to slowly go through piece by piece with me.&lt;br /&gt;i even make serveral trips all over.&lt;br /&gt;we discussed each tee so thoroughly, and you helped me so much.&lt;br /&gt;i still rmb.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and when im having any trouble, be it from big ones or to just having trouble going home from a particular place, you'll ask me if im alright and made sure im feeling confortable with the plans.&lt;br /&gt;xmas is over santa, but theres still this yr, and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie.&lt;br /&gt;My right ear.&lt;br /&gt;the one thats the most direct and yet one true friend.&lt;br /&gt;lauging with you is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;and its hard to stop.&lt;br /&gt;talking to you online make me say my inner most doubts.&lt;br /&gt;and you never fail to hear me out and tell me what i should do.&lt;br /&gt;from ignore it, to face it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant do without you man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sihui.&lt;br /&gt;Deejay!&lt;br /&gt;we've been on the same boats sailing tgr countless times.&lt;br /&gt;and never fail to stand by each other.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to find a friend that understands you, yet ive met one.&lt;br /&gt;standing up for me, definite.&lt;br /&gt;not caring what the outcome might be.&lt;br /&gt;you just care and want whats best for your pal.&lt;br /&gt;selfless, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;and most dear.&lt;br /&gt;all my problems, be it big or small.&lt;br /&gt;youre alwaysss there.&lt;br /&gt;never was there once you were not, and you left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin hua.&lt;br /&gt;The quietest in the clique.&lt;br /&gt;yet when you speak, you make us laugh and shocked at times.&lt;br /&gt;your laughterrrr.&lt;br /&gt;i cant look at you when you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;as soft as it may be, but you facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;one in a billion.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the one that helps me when i really need help.&lt;br /&gt;and neverr complain when people ask you to go an extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;rare indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole ding, I'm still missing you.&lt;br /&gt;and though we've been in different schs for the past one year.&lt;br /&gt;we never fail to still update each other and help each other hang on in any difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;you've always held my hand. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rui shan. wow. it still amazes me how we even got to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, im sure each time that its all God planned.&lt;br /&gt;and im so so so glad that he allowed me to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;youve been a very great friend.&lt;br /&gt;always updating me, asking me if im okay with things ard me.&lt;br /&gt;checking if im upset, wanting to know if ive any problem you can help me with.&lt;br /&gt;its really amazing, how we both are from different schs right from the start, and yet. still&lt;br /&gt;have this priceless friendship.&lt;br /&gt;you never fail to call me each time we part from a hang out, be in late or early, to check if im safely at home.&lt;br /&gt;you always sent me msges to cheer me up when im down, even if i reply or not, you'll still sent them.&lt;br /&gt;although sometimes throughout the year we may not contact each other so often due to us being caught up with sch stuffs and so on, theres still this invisible bond that we know, no matter what, we'll still hold an impt place in each others hearts.&lt;br /&gt;and thats, a true true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything, and i mean. really, everything.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;And theyve taken bits of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;they'll always stay close to me.&lt;br /&gt;the post is not really finished.&lt;br /&gt;there are stil so many things in my head.&lt;br /&gt;so, expect a second one.&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'll end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-563453468481530539?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2956479493703849910</id><published>2007-12-31T02:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:37:05.653-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"...if you ever fell really hard for someone, you wouldn't be able to give him all of you. Unless its somebody that carved a real deep mark in your life. Or your first to many things. Or after a really tough lesson. Because somewhere in the past, there have been people who have taken bits of your heart away from you, and in return you've given them a permanent residence in your heart, albeit a tiny space. Even though you eventually had the courage to move on and get over these people, it's not the same. In some way or another the person from your past would have impacted you, be it good or bad. You're not like before anymore, and as you get along with life, you realize that they become part of you. Be it good or bad memories, these people are embedded deep inside you, and there's no point trying to take them away cause we're humans, not machines. And I guess we'll never be whole, even if we seek and find someone who can make us feel complete.  "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sexy whatever thing and edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you know yourself and your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2956479493703849910?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2956479493703849910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2956479493703849910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2956479493703849910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2956479493703849910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8177260291338663266</id><published>2007-12-28T11:18:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:22:32.394-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who wants a sony ericsson w910i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who DON'T want their psp and wishes to sell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who have an extra sony ericsson battery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubina, birds and J.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8177260291338663266?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8177260291338663266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8177260291338663266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8177260291338663266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8177260291338663266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-wants-sony-ericsson-w910i-who-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8998136050876102152</id><published>2007-12-28T11:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T03:43:40.620-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was quite velly velly quite belly good. (Say it as fast as you can)&lt;br /&gt;-.- Impromtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, watched tvvv.&lt;br /&gt;aaron finally called then prepared to leave house.&lt;br /&gt;took 54 to far east and the trafffficc was turtle soup bong bong la.&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to reach at like 3 or even before that.&lt;br /&gt;and i reached at like 33o.&lt;br /&gt;sorry arron, my super singh friend!&lt;br /&gt;then we walked ard far east.&lt;br /&gt;finding.. fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then i msged sihui and waited for her reply.&lt;br /&gt;but not in time so i headed to taka and wisma already.&lt;br /&gt;saw afew pl lites.&lt;br /&gt;shoopped for daddy.&lt;br /&gt;helped him buy stufffys for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;so we were at cotton on AND THE MOST AMAZING thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;We were lining up. pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;until our turn.&lt;br /&gt;that cashier guy is freaking funny. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;he was so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;hes mixed, from his ascent la.&lt;br /&gt;then aaron was like laughing and we were like semi chatting with him.&lt;br /&gt;arron " We would like that towel over that, the one in green."&lt;br /&gt;that funny guy " Aw sure! Good taste btw! "&lt;br /&gt;Haha he is so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;so while talking to him, I heard someone say.&lt;br /&gt;" ...think is Sylvia chee! "&lt;br /&gt;i heard that voice and knew it was my gorgeous nicole ding!&lt;br /&gt;I turned and we both got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA omg she kept poking me.&lt;br /&gt;and laughed non stop.&lt;br /&gt;then aaron told that funny guy he dont know me!&lt;br /&gt;Rahh that bong dong!&lt;br /&gt;nicole kept laughing la, as usuall.&lt;br /&gt;that lovable.&lt;br /&gt;still as pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;She said my voice was distinct hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and she was actually standing behind me for quite long.&lt;br /&gt;and we both didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;look how fate works.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;then so we went to taka and bought sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sushi and green tea singh friend yo!&lt;br /&gt;then we ate and laughed quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;I acutally believed him when he told me that baby in his wallet is his son with his ex.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and so i tricked him back.&lt;br /&gt;heh. and he looked so naive.&lt;br /&gt;Bonger.&lt;br /&gt;so then i headed to cityhall after that and met birdieo!&lt;br /&gt;we ate at macs.&lt;br /&gt;and then to thos sb at raffles hotel to pass my dadddy the pressies to his friends and see mel and sihui! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;haha we chatted for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;and sat at that secret corner folding the pressies properly.&lt;br /&gt;so went we wanted to leave, bird wanted some water from that bar area.&lt;br /&gt;and i was tempted.&lt;br /&gt;so she took that bottle from the fridge thingy and said&lt;br /&gt;" feel like its my house please. "&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then she said " i even feel like just drinking the water from the bottle directly "&lt;br /&gt;but not touching the mouth part like obvly.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like me toooo.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so we tried.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i ran to the basin and everything came out.&lt;br /&gt;omg i kept coughing.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;it was grossssss.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;cus something funny happened earlier at that secret place that we were slacking at the store.&lt;br /&gt;haha so like plus tgr, kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;so then we headed to townn again.&lt;br /&gt;wisma, then taka then ps.&lt;br /&gt;we walked down and beside ps theres this singing performance thing.&lt;br /&gt;by teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;haha we sat first row.&lt;br /&gt;and laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;cus yeah, some parts were pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;but their self written songs were not bad!&lt;br /&gt;and there was beatboxing too.&lt;br /&gt;after that we left.&lt;br /&gt;and headed homey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr!&lt;br /&gt;meeting sihui hon at like 11am at wismaa.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. cotttonnnnn onnn is the bomb shelter that sells turtle soup with bongers man.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that she will be able to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Amen. {:&lt;br /&gt;Then to far east to get our. fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Aaron shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and random but. i think i ate quite little today!&lt;br /&gt;improvement!&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, have a tight night below your blankys tonight folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"do you really wanna know, the places we could have been"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8998136050876102152?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8998136050876102152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8998136050876102152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8998136050876102152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8998136050876102152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-quite-velly-velly-quite-belly.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6052915629045536836</id><published>2007-12-27T11:45:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T03:50:12.545-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im all smiles! (: times 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those that wished me! (first 18 msged)&lt;br /&gt;- Fangs, Mel, Sihui, Jins, Grace, Wans, Xue, Wens, Rui shan, Nicole D, Rozand T, Hilary H, Dzul, Mervin, Jia shan, Doralynn, Samuel, Alvin, Elsie, Deb, Eunice, Clarissa, Joelle, Lewis, Jacintha, Jairus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Face to face)&lt;br /&gt;-Clique! , Johnathan, Zhi quan, Edmund, Ankur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a great time dinnering with clique.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the cake and the top!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making time for this.&lt;br /&gt;Grace, to leave early for work, though youve to see your aunt.but you came to&lt;br /&gt;the dinner thing first.&lt;br /&gt;Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Jub, to take off day today.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone for making the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B J and G left first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Fangs, Sihui, Wans, Wens, Mel and I chilled at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;talk a lot of cock.&lt;br /&gt;and mel wished me the most times today.&lt;br /&gt;haha she even whishpered " happy birthday " at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we bought tees too.&lt;br /&gt;think its rather worth it.&lt;br /&gt;and nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay folks.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh, Nini. For the love of that &lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt; glass keychain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6052915629045536836?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6052915629045536836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6052915629045536836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6052915629045536836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6052915629045536836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-all-smiles-times-10.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-525233255593535927</id><published>2007-12-21T11:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T05:19:36.999-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJGFQTsCDE0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJGFQTsCDE0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super long ago.&lt;br /&gt;but still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;ah well,  i still think the mtv is cool.&lt;br /&gt;I love the drawings at the end,&lt;br /&gt;when the boy turns into an aging man. Its cute&lt;br /&gt;but not the drawing of the boy tho. just that old man.&lt;br /&gt;that cartoon drawing reminds me of The C.B and Nightare Br Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;Neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-525233255593535927?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/525233255593535927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=525233255593535927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/525233255593535927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/525233255593535927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/super-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3362697609173842625</id><published>2007-12-21T11:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T04:38:03.555-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is a challenge – meet and go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift – willingly accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an adventure – dare it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a sorrow – just overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tragedy – you've got to face it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty – so perform it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game – play it well.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery – unfold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an opportunity – take it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey – complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a promise – fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle – fight and survive it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a puzzle – then solve it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a goal – go all way out to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;ㅅㅗㅁㅜㅏㅛㅐㅕ!&lt;br /&gt;(thanks for teaching me korean yo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i watch from afar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3362697609173842625?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3362697609173842625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3362697609173842625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3362697609173842625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3362697609173842625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-is-challenge-meet-and-go-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1819863518487234401</id><published>2007-12-18T08:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:58:45.726-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-The used.&lt;br /&gt;-Mcr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what for. (:&lt;br /&gt;we're cool people yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1819863518487234401?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1819863518487234401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1819863518487234401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1819863518487234401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1819863518487234401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/used.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4662116571821484896</id><published>2007-12-18T02:19:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:33:15.207-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to Jairus, shawn and friend.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for having us over ytd.&lt;br /&gt;pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;butter asked me to go to their bday.&lt;br /&gt;met newww people.&lt;br /&gt;anw, hope the 3 bday hostss had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those collecting Nlevel results today.&lt;br /&gt;all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and IM OFF FOR NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who are working,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY WORKING! :D&lt;br /&gt;think of $$ coming in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those who are slacking/partying,&lt;br /&gt;have a blast of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4662116571821484896?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4662116571821484896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=4662116571821484896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4662116571821484896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4662116571821484896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-jairus-shawn-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-5211441021638908825</id><published>2007-12-14T11:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T05:21:07.669-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black.&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so weird.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;someone kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;got to know people from all over the globe.&lt;br /&gt;korea, japen, aus, taiwan, hk, bali, sing too.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and found out links all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;like someone is someone friend too.&lt;br /&gt;and know that someone too, cause church friend.&lt;br /&gt;then oh last time friend's friend.&lt;br /&gt;dont know what rubbish all coming out.&lt;br /&gt;then oh, i know her too, im pretty close to her.&lt;br /&gt;me too! and i think she mentioned you.&lt;br /&gt;so youre her.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;small world.&lt;br /&gt;its just so interesting how these things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last night.&lt;br /&gt;got to know all the teenagers better.&lt;br /&gt;hung out after performance.&lt;br /&gt;till quite late.&lt;br /&gt;then back to room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss honey moon!&lt;br /&gt;(a drink)&lt;br /&gt;they have 2 bars there, and every drink its Foc.&lt;br /&gt;its included in your fare there.&lt;br /&gt;so we tried almost everything.(thanks to the 3aus friends!)&lt;br /&gt;and we all switched ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 aus friends.&lt;br /&gt;age: 18,19 and 21.&lt;br /&gt;they're coming to spore with us.&lt;br /&gt;for a week to stay.&lt;br /&gt;one said. "so wheres a nice place to shop in spore? some mall thats big?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh vivo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the teen. " Ya!" the other half. "No!"&lt;br /&gt;-SAME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped. looked ard and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah vivo, its like the smaller version of orchard road, it combines everything."&lt;br /&gt;"No! so boring. i rather they head to orchard. can walk ard and see the surroundings. not always stay at one same mall."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Plus vivo is big BUT not a nice place to shop and walk around. Can get lost. and not easy to find the shop that you want to go back."&lt;br /&gt;"No, i think shopping there is easier, cause all is at the same place. It has almost all the nice shops at orchard has."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like having some internal conflict and its really funny.&lt;br /&gt;cause we're all singaporens and we're not agreeing.&lt;br /&gt;when they anticipated a place we'll all say the same.&lt;br /&gt;since spore is soo small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 aus girls.&lt;br /&gt;-looks confused. then somewhat convinced. then we all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;and we all agreed that we should just go to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and they have free internet serivce there.&lt;br /&gt;first time ive been to a place that has.&lt;br /&gt;and we dont know till the 2nd last night.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ard that place doing something for someone.&lt;br /&gt;ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the people working there are all really cool.&lt;br /&gt;theyre nice and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;and from all over the globe.&lt;br /&gt;their age are ard 18-27.&lt;br /&gt;And they're all really hot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all exchanged mails.&lt;br /&gt;and my michael got himself a really nice lifeguard tee from Sandro.&lt;br /&gt;how nice right.&lt;br /&gt;he gave it to him on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;and we all hugged before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandro is funny.&lt;br /&gt;he's always sarcastic to me.&lt;br /&gt;and always asking me to order strawberry milkshake for him.&lt;br /&gt;what a slaker.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, my suppose to be partner for this special event on the last night.&lt;br /&gt;but when the list was out.&lt;br /&gt;we swtiched.&lt;br /&gt;so we didnt get to pair.&lt;br /&gt;and we both said "aw man" at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss them.&lt;br /&gt;plus so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail to internet.&lt;br /&gt;we'll stay in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sky there is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;the stars.&lt;br /&gt;its almost as if you can touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i kinda miss work.&lt;br /&gt;and friends, most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Close ones esp.&lt;br /&gt;and i had a lot of random dreams.&lt;br /&gt;nice ones though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up suck.&lt;br /&gt;but the people make your day better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-5211441021638908825?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5211441021638908825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=5211441021638908825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5211441021638908825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5211441021638908825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/black.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-5398068424771192646</id><published>2007-12-10T10:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T05:10:34.747-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tfTJG0gA0J/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tfTJG0gA0J/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard- Light Up The Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making a choice to live like this,&lt;br /&gt;In all of the noise I am silence,&lt;br /&gt;We already know how it ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You run in the dark through a firefight,&lt;br /&gt;I would explode just to save your life, &lt;br /&gt;I would explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you,&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why,&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you,&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a wall to pin this to,&lt;br /&gt;They're all coming down since I found you,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be where you are tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I run in the dark looking for some light,&lt;br /&gt;How will we know if we just don't try,&lt;br /&gt;We won't ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you,&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why,&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you,&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you,&lt;br /&gt;Let me make this mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll ignite for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky just for you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Let me help you fly, 'cause you won't have time,&lt;br /&gt;To cover your eyes or get your disguise,&lt;br /&gt;They won't ask you why, they'll just watch you die,&lt;br /&gt;And it's still so hard to be who you are,&lt;br /&gt;So you play this part and the show goes on,&lt;br /&gt; But you've come this far with a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;You've come this far and you're broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you,&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why,&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you,&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky, (Let me Light up the sky)&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you, (Light it up for you)&lt;br /&gt;Let me make this mine, (Let me make this min)&lt;br /&gt;I'll ignite for you. (I'll ignite for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky, (Let me light up the sky)&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you, (Light it up for you)&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why, (Let me tell you why)&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you, (I would die for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's still so hard to be who you are,&lt;br /&gt;But you've come this far with a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's still so hard to be who you are,&lt;br /&gt;But you've come this far,&lt;br /&gt;And you're broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky. (2x)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;NICE SONG.&lt;br /&gt;Work helps me get updated.&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;oh and im OUT.&lt;br /&gt;for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-5398068424771192646?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5398068424771192646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=5398068424771192646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5398068424771192646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5398068424771192646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/yellowcard-light-up-sky-youre-making.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-504937121715746497</id><published>2007-12-08T11:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:57:44.851-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, heard that Ps: I love you is coming out in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;But not sure if spore is included.&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it'll be quite fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ecclesiasies 3: 1-8.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got my back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if he is for me, who can be against me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In you, its in you. My hope is in you Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-504937121715746497?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/504937121715746497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=504937121715746497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/504937121715746497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/504937121715746497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-heard-that-ps-i-love-you-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-7065518968545743342</id><published>2007-12-07T07:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:34:38.344-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. Done what you told me to. Have fun. Stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends- Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys care.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-7065518968545743342?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/7065518968545743342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=7065518968545743342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7065518968545743342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/7065518968545743342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8129450653754505798</id><published>2007-12-05T10:29:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:01.800-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A FACADE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R1a5oSnwnnI/AAAAAAAAADs/XJJCGWWB4IY/s1600-h/The_crying_game_by_DianaCretu[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140500126534508146" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R1a5oSnwnnI/AAAAAAAAADs/XJJCGWWB4IY/s320/The_crying_game_by_DianaCretu%5B1%5D.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time wil reveal, even if a friend is true.&lt;br /&gt;if one is a liar.&lt;br /&gt;or even mean what they say and once said.&lt;br /&gt;The night is scary, I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;One will ponder, get incoherant.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point, when it all dont make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;You start to have flashbacks.&lt;br /&gt;So many of them.&lt;br /&gt;and you can't run away from.&lt;br /&gt;no matter where you are, how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;even when you think youre in the safest place, hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting the cloth sheets catch my every tear,&lt;br /&gt;I cry again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Over the things you say and don't mean.&lt;br /&gt;The little things you say hit me so deep,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to believe them or toss them aside.&lt;br /&gt;All these signals. I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;I hate doing all of this crying just because of you.&lt;br /&gt;It drains my energy yet I dont mind cause its you and I slip back into depression's hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever,&lt;br /&gt;felt that you've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never understand why.&lt;br /&gt;That how mens' heart can change so fast, from one week, or even month, to next.&lt;br /&gt;How much of regretting or missing wont help, but only participate in your tears coming every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever,&lt;br /&gt;knew from experince&lt;br /&gt;That how much reassurance wont give way, cause the person have already given up.&lt;br /&gt;and Your hand is left there all alone to clap.&lt;br /&gt;when you know perfectly its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;You think about it everyday, when the person might just be having fun.&lt;br /&gt;How stupid you think you are,&lt;br /&gt;but you cant run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever,&lt;br /&gt;try to shut yourself, but only find out that to that one and only, the door will be always open&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much cuts and briuses you've already got.&lt;br /&gt;Day seems to be fun when you get abit of an escape,&lt;br /&gt;but you can never stop the world from spinning, cause night will always crawl in after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because. I have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is the only thing that is keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are people you wont ever want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Rh's canteen food roccks.&lt;br /&gt;we got two meals today.&lt;br /&gt;cause it was appreciation day, and we got lunch free.&lt;br /&gt;it was bian mian.&lt;br /&gt;really good!&lt;br /&gt;sihui will totallly agree.&lt;br /&gt;then for dinner we used our coupon.&lt;br /&gt;the dishes were superly nice.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like its a mini food court.&lt;br /&gt;even the atmosphere and deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we completed the 268 bags!&lt;br /&gt;all of us.&lt;br /&gt;today, cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;teamwork is the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;and today, joelle came in sad, cause of .. then after reading .. msg, she was like.&lt;br /&gt;-beaming/ -smiling widely.&lt;br /&gt;they would know.&lt;br /&gt;haha, then shes back to her crazy self.&lt;br /&gt;how silly.&lt;br /&gt;so we ended at 7 today.&lt;br /&gt;but ate till 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;free meals are the absoulte love.&lt;br /&gt;plus when they taste sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;and the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;can even take our bottles to fill as many times as we want.&lt;br /&gt;and the drinks vary.&lt;br /&gt;from soft drinks to warm ones.&lt;br /&gt;and they're all high tech-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Rh's quite high class.&lt;br /&gt;so is their standard.&lt;br /&gt;and hence doing the bags and everything for the major companies are slightly stressful.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, wo us, they're nth.&lt;br /&gt;they wont get their goodies.&lt;br /&gt;and we were taught a lot of new skills too.&lt;br /&gt;too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;and only today did we realise that a really hot dryer can help take out a really sticky price tag.&lt;br /&gt;and it just goes off like that, so smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;okay, go to birds and fangs blog to see pics.&lt;br /&gt;they're "hamper basket" looks really nice.&lt;br /&gt;like bags that we would buy and carry out.&lt;br /&gt;those really old sch ones.&lt;br /&gt;nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fangsypoo-ed.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://fangsypoo-ed.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; (fangs's)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miserybusi-ness.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://miserybusi-ness.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; (bird's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr mel and i, our shifts are in the monring.&lt;br /&gt;we're going to Singapore press holdings to give them the 268 bags.&lt;br /&gt;hope it'll be an experince.&lt;br /&gt;then, we'll catch up with the rest later.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/(for the day to break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and thank you daddy for the puffs today.&lt;br /&gt;really nice.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, thank you for those that heard me out.&lt;br /&gt;and comforted.&lt;br /&gt;thank you work and ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8129450653754505798?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8129450653754505798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8129450653754505798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8129450653754505798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8129450653754505798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-wil-reveal-even-if-friend-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/R1a5oSnwnnI/AAAAAAAAADs/XJJCGWWB4IY/s72-c/The_crying_game_by_DianaCretu%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6228643951957273710</id><published>2007-12-03T11:05:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T03:59:50.274-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FLASHBACKS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH TODAY! work was funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;bird fangs sihui mel and I.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that we're like santa elves.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the pics tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and the canteen food rocks.&lt;br /&gt;its like a mini food court.&lt;br /&gt;and plus the drinks are like the love plus its free flow and we're suppose to bring our own bottles to fill and bring up to drink as and when we want.&lt;br /&gt;bird and sihui are crazy abt the cafe mocha.&lt;br /&gt;its niceee.&lt;br /&gt;the soy bean too.&lt;br /&gt;and the curry chicken.&lt;br /&gt;omg eveything la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we met a new friend today.&lt;br /&gt;joelle and joey.&lt;br /&gt;so funnnyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;and patrick the manager, the one teaching us everything.&lt;br /&gt;and that weird songs that sounded behind the wall made everyone laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;esp fangs and mel.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;alright, tmr work again.&lt;br /&gt;like them, i dont mind working every day.&lt;br /&gt;we only have one off day.&lt;br /&gt;okay till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH YES, EVERYONE. NICK VUJICIC IS THE MOST HEART MELTING PERSON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WAS REALLY TOUCHED WHEN I HEARD HIM SPEAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND EVEN BETTER WHEN I HUGGED HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I KNOW SIHUI WILL AGREE WITH ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH, KIA TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE MADE ME REALISED GOD WAS SO MORE MORE THAN WHAT I THOUGHT I KNEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK GOD FOR HIM. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never felt this insecurity that I'm feeling now from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is so ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The past and present, when what we were and we're what we are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6228643951957273710?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6228643951957273710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6228643951957273710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6228643951957273710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6228643951957273710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/12/flashbacks.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-9171499685984090738</id><published>2007-11-28T10:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T03:51:30.504-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY SEXY SEVENTEEN GRACE! ;0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-9171499685984090738?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/9171499685984090738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=9171499685984090738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/9171499685984090738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/9171499685984090738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-sexy-seventeen-grace-0.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-178433391981138227</id><published>2007-11-27T11:37:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T04:40:18.487-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOT SEXY MAMA.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;so today ame soh came over.&lt;br /&gt;watched 3 movies.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;and i cooked yong tau foo for both.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the wet market straight after i woke up and bought the stuffys.&lt;br /&gt;poot one day yesss i'll cook for you! :D&lt;br /&gt;even if you leave half way.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and ytd i went out with mel.&lt;br /&gt;SUPERRR FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;royal sportting house is the bomb man.&lt;br /&gt;mel, who can save you!&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHS.&lt;br /&gt;ohh tmrrr.&lt;br /&gt;busy dayyy!&lt;br /&gt;pray that i can wake up tmr.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy, dont be a curse.&lt;br /&gt;okay, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-178433391981138227?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/178433391981138227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=178433391981138227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/178433391981138227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/178433391981138227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/hot-sexy-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4149934438989270758</id><published>2007-11-25T11:27:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T03:33:54.610-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;One thing, hotmail kinda rock one min, but suck the next.&lt;br /&gt;i cant send my freaking mail!&lt;br /&gt;and its impt!&lt;br /&gt;x(&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;so today, churched.&lt;br /&gt;then cell outing.&lt;br /&gt;to bugis, steamboated.&lt;br /&gt;nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;its like 12.90 per person PLUS the food is a lot freaher than any place ive tried with that price.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;oh and random. but everyday seems to pass DAMN SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;and ive been slacking my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;i want to rent more dvds to watch.&lt;br /&gt;merv, dont say im a pig ah.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and recent shows that ive caught up with.&lt;br /&gt;hostel part 2, monster house, and watched evan almighty again.&lt;br /&gt;OH AND DONT EVER WATCH HOSTEL PART 2.&lt;br /&gt;omg its sooo grosss.&lt;br /&gt;its not even horror.&lt;br /&gt;its like all blooodyyy and sicck.&lt;br /&gt;right mel? right sihui?&lt;br /&gt;ewwww. is the only word.&lt;br /&gt;sooo yes. tmr might be going out again.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;and my mom keep nagging.&lt;br /&gt;boo. to that.&lt;br /&gt;okay, be happy all!&lt;br /&gt;hey babe. 15 more "weeks." till then. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4149934438989270758?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4149934438989270758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=4149934438989270758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4149934438989270758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4149934438989270758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-one-thing-hotmail-kinda-rock-one.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4021174000272689582</id><published>2007-11-22T11:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:19:55.675-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE NOTEBOOK.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Sound Of Music.&lt;br /&gt;its so good.&lt;br /&gt;i never get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;and i used to watch it soo much when i was a lil girl. and..&lt;br /&gt;i watched it again today!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and also. the other day.&lt;br /&gt;" Boys arent afraid of thunders. "&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. dont you love that scene? xD&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tmr. 23rd. everyone seem to be going away!&lt;br /&gt;Grace, doralynn, and jins soon!&lt;br /&gt;have a happy beppy trip people!&lt;br /&gt;and tmr sihui and mel are coming over to watch dvdddds.&lt;br /&gt;till then yo.&lt;br /&gt;and jolynn, think you should nvr go out with him again.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but its an experince la huh.&lt;br /&gt;lol,you funny girl.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4021174000272689582?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4021174000272689582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=4021174000272689582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4021174000272689582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4021174000272689582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-sound-of-musicc.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8533358372646112919</id><published>2007-11-21T12:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:16:58.581-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M WITH YOU.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on a bridge&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you'd be here by now&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but the rain&lt;br /&gt;No footsteps on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening but there's no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone tryin to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a place&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for a face&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody here I know 'Cause nothing's going right&lt;br /&gt;And everything's a mess&lt;br /&gt;And no one likes to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone trying to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why is everything so confusing&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i've to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8533358372646112919?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8533358372646112919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8533358372646112919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8533358372646112919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8533358372646112919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1227345805507937007</id><published>2007-11-16T08:47:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:53:01.423-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TIME WILL REVEAL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you care&lt;br /&gt;so this pain would be easier to bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this this sea of isolation&lt;br /&gt;help me not to feel this desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay in your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;please fill up this empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you care&lt;br /&gt;so I won't feel this despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;were we meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew our future would be clear and bright&lt;br /&gt;I know I wouldn't ask if this was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1227345805507937007?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1227345805507937007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1227345805507937007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1227345805507937007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1227345805507937007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-will-reveal-tell-me-that-you-care.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6006092429715944901</id><published>2007-11-10T11:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:01.958-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/RzXWYuJDVqI/AAAAAAAAADk/3ciwxliN0Cg/s1600-h/51sz3ika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131243070649751202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/RzXWYuJDVqI/AAAAAAAAADk/3ciwxliN0Cg/s320/51sz3ika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"lies in the heart"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAME PLAN IS THE BANANA BOMB MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY.&lt;br /&gt;go catch it if you have not.&lt;br /&gt;i watched in twice even, i dont mind watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;tmr church then grands place, gonna fetch my migrated aunts back from canada.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see gwen! :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah,yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call me&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it in you voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sure&lt;/em&gt;,wanna see me and &lt;em&gt;tell me all about her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La,La I'll be &lt;em&gt;actin' through my tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you'll &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; know&lt;br /&gt;That I should win an Oscar for this scene I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could tell you there's a &lt;em&gt;twist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of hero in &lt;em&gt;disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And were together,it's for real,now playin'&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could tell you there's a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Like somethin' more than in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could be&lt;/em&gt; amazing(could be amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the song. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;bye you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6006092429715944901?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6006092429715944901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6006092429715944901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6006092429715944901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6006092429715944901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/lies-in-heart-game-plan-is-banana-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/RzXWYuJDVqI/AAAAAAAAADk/3ciwxliN0Cg/s72-c/51sz3ika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-9012061962658199270</id><published>2007-11-08T05:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:59:08.989-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HERES AN UPDATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ytd sihui stayed over at my place, we both did our hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thankyou mummy, for helping us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when we were done it was nearly 3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and sihui said shes hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SO. we went to the kitchen. and she took my kinda bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;back to my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was lying on my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she was lying on the tatami platform with all the pillows and blankets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and eating her choc in progess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then 5 mins passed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she was still eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she said. " eh, you.. sleep, you dont usually off the lights ah? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went like. " huh? im waiting for you to finish the choc leh. then you want to eat in the dark?! how to throw the wrapper! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shes the ultimate please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and super lame too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so we woke up got breakfast and went facial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ard 3 plus she went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i went swimming with cousins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fuunn manssssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then after that ard 6 plus 7 met up with all the aunts and uncles to head to lil india!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;went to see whts up with deepavali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ate at this chi restaurant called shou la shou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;their XIAO LONG BAO is the atomic bomb man.we ordered like a millions after a million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cus me and my other cousin wanted moreee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then me and my aunt went to do henna tatto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so cool la, and i did a spider at the back of my neck too! in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and whole at the shop, we made friends with this prettyy girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shes ard my age and she just migrated to spore to stay with her cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shes from london. and called Ayesah. she asked where do i usually get my hair done cause she told me she have natural slightly curly hair and she want to go to a realiable place that know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how to help her handle. and a lot more ques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pretty cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then she said can we switch numbers so we can stay in contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so cute right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she just migrated a month ago and dont know much about spore thats why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha made a new friend today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then whole family chit chatted with her and family, then headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;reached home ard near 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ANYWAY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tmr, yay! gonna watch gameplan and go grapevine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and 18 nov- neighbourhood bbq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and we were planning online earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it kills to talk to edmund and ankur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thankfully beth was sleeping if not i would have died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;edmund&lt;/span&gt;: call &lt;strong&gt;beeveerleen&lt;/strong&gt; okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: its &lt;em&gt;bethleen&lt;/em&gt;! wrong spelling to the max man you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ankur&lt;/span&gt;: yeah haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;edmund&lt;/span&gt;: oh! haha. eh eh. call ah bee too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ankur&lt;/span&gt;: who the heck is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;edmund&lt;/span&gt;: AH BEE!! you all dont know?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: ahbi isit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ankur&lt;/span&gt;: oh ahbi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;edmund&lt;/span&gt;: huh same la same la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: best eh edmund, forever spelling everyones names wrng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;edmund&lt;/span&gt;: okok, so &lt;strong&gt;bavileen&lt;/strong&gt; can make it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SEE, IT PROVES MY POINT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;edmund&lt;/span&gt; is one in a million man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alright imma go make noodles now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;stomachs complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BYEBYE. ROCK THE WORLD MY FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-9012061962658199270?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/9012061962658199270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=9012061962658199270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/9012061962658199270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/9012061962658199270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-update-ytd-sihui-stayed-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-71845380514290356</id><published>2007-11-05T11:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:48:47.051-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_pdh0RKZI8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOOK HOW MEAN THEY ARE. FREAKS. (it came out on todays news)&lt;br /&gt;the old man's son said, ' They made my dad look like a begger. '&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-71845380514290356?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/71845380514290356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=71845380514290356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/71845380514290356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/71845380514290356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/look-how-mean-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6036565802919769354</id><published>2007-11-04T10:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:02.101-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Ry3Ch-qMvWI/AAAAAAAAADc/v3uXUchEMLU/s1600-h/DSC04015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128969439656328546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Ry3Ch-qMvWI/AAAAAAAAADc/v3uXUchEMLU/s320/DSC04015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This rollarcoaster ride freaks me when we're going down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet when I see you, it goes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ask me if I enjoy, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, because its thrilling. But disappointing too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I know the ride is ending soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST TWO MORE DAYS MY FELLOW MATES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we'll rock the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6036565802919769354?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6036565802919769354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6036565802919769354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6036565802919769354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6036565802919769354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-rollarcoaster-ride-freaks-me-when.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Ry3Ch-qMvWI/AAAAAAAAADc/v3uXUchEMLU/s72-c/DSC04015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4644244891068728047</id><published>2007-10-27T11:37:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T03:41:55.972-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh bother, what an accident.&lt;br /&gt;why bother, when I will never learn.&lt;br /&gt;freaking strange.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Leave it behind&lt;br /&gt;grab your shoes&lt;br /&gt;move to the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;no more blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking &lt;em&gt;forward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graceful steps&lt;br /&gt;on the road&lt;br /&gt;that’s been unkept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tread softly now&lt;br /&gt;the road is long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don’t&lt;/strong&gt; look back&lt;br /&gt;it’s already &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout to the wind&lt;br /&gt;scream to the rain&lt;br /&gt;because life will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the &lt;strong&gt;same.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4644244891068728047?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4644244891068728047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=4644244891068728047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4644244891068728047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4644244891068728047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-bother-what-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2277988324773006003</id><published>2007-10-25T11:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T05:29:19.139-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BED SCENES.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How weird but ironically fun and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know, it feels werid tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, two papers down, it'll be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;art and math is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;i want them to evaporate.&lt;br /&gt;mug hard everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2277988324773006003?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2277988324773006003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2277988324773006003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2277988324773006003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2277988324773006003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/10/bed-scenes.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1945229682631910961</id><published>2007-10-22T10:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:14:31.155-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kiss me goodbye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughters, your soft touch, and tickles.&lt;br /&gt;The late stay out and sleepytalk.&lt;br /&gt;Rough we may be, playing hard, and the post of that, the chain of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Those unconscious hugs, crazy convos, and secret glares.&lt;br /&gt;Then I jerked, and it hit so hard, so hard that I cried.&lt;br /&gt;because what stood before my eyes was yet again, that very familiar scene.&lt;br /&gt;I see my bedroom windows starting back at me. Those bright skies frowning.&lt;br /&gt;I see my clock, and it sighed at me.&lt;br /&gt;and I told my pillow, I'll be seeing you soon, so just let me be.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;J, my dearest p, cheer up okay?&lt;br /&gt;we're in this together.&lt;br /&gt;dont ever think of giving up, cause that way, youre letting yourself down.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;you know I'll be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1945229682631910961?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1945229682631910961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1945229682631910961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1945229682631910961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1945229682631910961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/10/kiss-me-goodbye-laughters-your-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8426732684630116774</id><published>2007-10-19T11:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:02.536-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/RxjJTdYOQEI/AAAAAAAAADU/UD3Fm_-z59w/s1600-h/56443546[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123065912274862146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/RxjJTdYOQEI/AAAAAAAAADU/UD3Fm_-z59w/s320/56443546%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's that feeling, when our eyes meet.&lt;br /&gt;How could I have missed what was before my eyes ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realise sooner,&lt;br /&gt;then to regret now not knowing you earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days we spent together&lt;br /&gt;were not enough&lt;br /&gt;and it used to feel like dreamin'except we always woke up&lt;br /&gt;Never thought not having you&lt;br /&gt;here now would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get upI&lt;br /&gt;need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that familiar adrenaline rush you never fail to give me when I see your name after One Text Received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8426732684630116774?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8426732684630116774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8426732684630116774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8426732684630116774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8426732684630116774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-remember-days-we-spent-together-were.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/RxjJTdYOQEI/AAAAAAAAADU/UD3Fm_-z59w/s72-c/56443546%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6184060398732576422</id><published>2007-10-11T06:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:02.856-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rw38ptYOQDI/AAAAAAAAADM/k56nlE-6RWA/s1600-h/200196400-002[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120026144876150834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rw38ptYOQDI/AAAAAAAAADM/k56nlE-6RWA/s320/200196400-002%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYY, HELLO THERE!&lt;br /&gt;okay, haha this guy's face is hilarious. Just smth to perk you uppp.&lt;br /&gt;anywayy i just got the sudden feeling to post.&lt;br /&gt;weird right.&lt;br /&gt;and Os are sooooon.&lt;br /&gt;im scared, i am. but i dont seem to be doing anything. :/&lt;br /&gt;baaahh.&lt;br /&gt;today, sch was pretty slack.&lt;br /&gt;i see people busy letting their classmates sign their respective class photos.&lt;br /&gt;it made me feel how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, owell. i shall not get emo here.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so after sch we went to j8.&lt;br /&gt;crystal jade-ded.&lt;br /&gt;then headed to popular to get pensss and revision booksss.&lt;br /&gt;ohmyy, we spent over an hr there, according to grace.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, goodness.&lt;br /&gt;so everyone bought different guide books and such.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so brokkeeee.&lt;br /&gt;plus tmr we're going out for dinner aftr founders' day.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and so i cant have tuition.&lt;br /&gt;ohmy and i think i drink A LOT of milo.&lt;br /&gt;like... hot ones when im home, blended ones when im in sch, packet ones when i walk pass minimarts.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeyur, getting alil sick alr.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but milo dino is d bestest of the best.&lt;br /&gt;righttttt, i cant wait for the 9pm show later. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i need to study. urgently.&lt;br /&gt;tssk. okay.&lt;br /&gt;byebye you. boh boh hitam!(Random. -.-)HAHA&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rw38gdYOQCI/AAAAAAAAADE/VjbTsz-fzgs/s1600-h/71929027[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120025985962360866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rw38gdYOQCI/AAAAAAAAADE/VjbTsz-fzgs/s320/71929027%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know, if you're also carrying the word "love" behind you, just that I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I did not know, that you were there all along.&lt;br /&gt;I did not know, that when our eyes met, my heart could play a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6184060398732576422?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6184060398732576422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6184060398732576422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6184060398732576422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6184060398732576422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/10/whyy-hello-there-okay-haha-this-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rw38ptYOQDI/AAAAAAAAADM/k56nlE-6RWA/s72-c/200196400-002%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2298206146983517859</id><published>2007-10-03T10:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:03:37.279-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Os in like 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It'll be over in a months' time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MUG HARD ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2298206146983517859?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2298206146983517859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2298206146983517859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2298206146983517859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2298206146983517859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/10/os-in-like-3-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-95752984522340559</id><published>2007-09-28T09:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:25:10.184-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PL AGAPE FUN FAIR TMR!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;pretty exciting! Better than 4 years back.&lt;br /&gt;ex pl lites coming back, big families, many many people.&lt;br /&gt;just.picture.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha okay pam sihui and ros are coming over now to make the tee.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna hear mel speak tmr with her retainers!&lt;br /&gt;muaha.&lt;br /&gt;yeapppydoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WANNA NIBBLE? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;you can, if you come tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-95752984522340559?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/95752984522340559/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1002081381934703574</id><published>2007-09-22T01:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T06:04:25.173-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FANGSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hope you enjoyed your day santa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The treasure hunt, picnic, playing with candles, everythingggg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At the beach and all, it'll never be forgotten! :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JUST ONE LINE : &lt;u&gt;TODAY(as in last night past midnight) WAS SUPER FUNNNN!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reached home not long ago, okay imma go zzz now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1002081381934703574?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1002081381934703574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=1002081381934703574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1002081381934703574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/1002081381934703574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-fangsss.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-5055456989810279679</id><published>2007-09-01T07:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:31:42.940-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRELIMS IN A WEEKS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Os IN A MONTHS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;ART DEADLINE, RIGHT AFTER PRELIMS.&lt;br /&gt;SO BYEBYE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO BOOKS AND ART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-5055456989810279679?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6489739555795664699</id><published>2007-08-14T08:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:09:08.946-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FORENSIC HEROES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think im superly crazy over that showww.&lt;br /&gt;its damnnn nice.&lt;br /&gt;really really.&lt;br /&gt;the murder cases they crack are freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;its like, urgh. all i have to say is that the scripwriter is damn smart ;D&lt;br /&gt;yup okay, today after sch we all went over to pam's.&lt;br /&gt;ate, teeveed, studied.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time grace was disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;keep saying la, dont know whats wrong with her. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha tsk.&lt;br /&gt;oh and we watched forensic heroes at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;and at 11:01 am somebody sent a super sweet msg, haha &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;im studying with him later :D&lt;br /&gt;alright, 9pm show. sooon.&lt;br /&gt;and im seriously thinking if retaking chi might not be a bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;ok, im off to wtch teeveee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6489739555795664699?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6489739555795664699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6489739555795664699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6489739555795664699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Cause i finally tried that stall that sells ice cream in cine.&lt;br /&gt;got to try greentea flavour and pearl milk bubbletea.&lt;br /&gt;nicenice ;)&lt;br /&gt;anw!&lt;br /&gt;Im scared for art. Dont know where to start again.&lt;br /&gt;tmr im staying home to do everythinggg.&lt;br /&gt;plus study.&lt;br /&gt;yay, recapped ss with beth today.&lt;br /&gt;was quite productive i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;we both could answer and name the points.&lt;br /&gt;but for math and both sci-es im darn scared la.&lt;br /&gt;okay better start tmr.&lt;br /&gt;damn freak monday. Super nervous.&lt;br /&gt;okay nvm we'll all get As or Bs.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes yes, i got to eat sushi today too!&lt;br /&gt;yummyliciousbabyy.&lt;br /&gt;but jub said its bad.&lt;br /&gt;cus its hard to digest!&lt;br /&gt;Aw owell.&lt;br /&gt;good food just always hve to be unhealthy huh?&lt;br /&gt;Alright, anyway theres this hong kong investigation show thing that is SUPER DAMN NICE.&lt;br /&gt;its like the scripwriter is freaking smart.&lt;br /&gt;to think of the plots.&lt;br /&gt;the twist and everything.&lt;br /&gt;grace would agree.&lt;br /&gt;yes alright, im staying up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just say my Goodnight to you earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, my brain have to randomly think of you and miss you to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Freak that apple bomb banana tree! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;youre just too free. mess with your own life and dont touch mine. thankyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2129340644692479296?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2129340644692479296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2129340644692479296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2129340644692479296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2129340644692479296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/08/whoooohooooyeahhhmannn.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3242502134800910449</id><published>2007-08-09T02:31:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:47:21.195-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; BIRTHDOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just want to say, im super proud to be a part of you! Haha ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and schs celebration ytd was pretty fun. whole sch damn united in singing all the Nd songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;felt the pl spirit. love it ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay &amp; &lt;u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE APPLE BOMB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(nicole, familar? Haha)&lt;br /&gt;I want to study cus theres all the common tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat forever because food is always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I want to waste my time watching teevee.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out and shop with all my friends and have someone topping up my atm forever.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the list would go on.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, on mon the results are out for chi Os.&lt;br /&gt;omgggoshh burst my lungs laa ):&lt;br /&gt;And next week all the test.&lt;br /&gt;plus mon have to show ow our art.&lt;br /&gt;and im here like feeling super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;what to do.&lt;br /&gt;can someone buy me hardworking pills?&lt;br /&gt;;D and i'll love you.&lt;br /&gt;right. ytd we all went to lunch at compass.&lt;br /&gt;i really felt damn tourist like cus its only like what, my 2nd time there?&lt;br /&gt;or smth la haha, okay and i ate yu pian mee fen.&lt;br /&gt;damn rockable la.&lt;br /&gt;also, i had my mr brean ice cream! ;)&lt;br /&gt;haha ive been eating non stop.&lt;br /&gt;and jub is getting quite freaked out by the amt of food my body is taking in from me.&lt;br /&gt;haha, for dinner, mummy bought me pepper lunch cus i felt like eating that but i want to catch my shows and was lazy to travel.&lt;br /&gt;and i caught up with my gorgeous nicole ding!&lt;br /&gt;its been damn long.&lt;br /&gt;and she have a dirty lil secret ;]&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and she is still as sweet.&lt;br /&gt;love you deeper than deep, woman.&lt;br /&gt;she stood up for me cus some %^&amp; person __.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, anyway thanks. haha, that person is a shitified apple tree la.&lt;br /&gt;haha, alright better go do some work now!&lt;br /&gt;oh and rui shan thanks too! butter &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3242502134800910449?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3242502134800910449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3242502134800910449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3242502134800910449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3242502134800910449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/08/happoy-birthdoy-singapore-d-i-just-want.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-5516175391676200550</id><published>2007-08-04T11:42:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T04:48:26.921-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(those it may be our all time childhood fav.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET'S ALL BE ANTI MAC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;O&lt;br /&gt;credits to: Miss Koh. this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;its really unhealthy, and its proven. Yeeks.&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog,&lt;br /&gt;just feel like stating some chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;since that is like what i've last studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;: Why do covalent compounds have low bp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;:Boiling means to break bonds, and the forces btw the molecules are weak,&lt;br /&gt;so it does not require much energy to break them, thus reflected in the boiling point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Heaven and Earth Gui Hua flavour is damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;so far, only jub have tried it.&lt;br /&gt;go try everyone!&lt;br /&gt;And today, family stocked up fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Ive got bananas, mangos, apples, oranges, durians, mangosteens(?) and logans.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, i love love love it.&lt;br /&gt;And im sipping lipton tea now, it feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry for being random.&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's smth for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Esp to those who like hannah montana.(Miley Cyrus)&lt;br /&gt;cus that song have been pestering my mr brain since fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rwSTMr2bho" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If we were movie, you'll be the right guy&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be the bestfriend you'll fall in love with in the end&lt;br /&gt;we'll be laughing, watching the sunset fade to black&lt;br /&gt;show the names, play that happy song" - chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sweet, i feel.&lt;br /&gt;Bye all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-5516175391676200550?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5516175391676200550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=5516175391676200550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5516175391676200550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5516175391676200550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-nothing-much-to-blog-just-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2131030736283218252</id><published>2007-07-31T10:16:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T02:51:42.059-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OATMEAL CEREL; MILO DINOSAUR; CHEESEBREAD.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its real yummy!&lt;br /&gt;;O&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall update alittle.&lt;br /&gt;Last sat i wanted to eat durian a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Was seriously craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;and I was about to meet jub and bird to head to geylang to have some, but.&lt;br /&gt;my mum thought it was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, we gave it a miss.&lt;br /&gt;Geylang durians lehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully the craving is pretty more or less fading away.&lt;br /&gt;anyway tuition ytd wasnt good!&lt;br /&gt;;/&lt;br /&gt;I found out im seriously a dead cow for chem.&lt;br /&gt;realllyyy.&lt;br /&gt;some of the bacis im still like, err.&lt;br /&gt;Unsure.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, when im taking the Os this yr!&lt;br /&gt;xO&lt;br /&gt;Better start reading the textbook word to word and do more ques.&lt;br /&gt;Think there's tuition again tmr.&lt;br /&gt;He's testing me, hopefully i'll be able to answer the ques.&lt;br /&gt;so okay, today.&lt;br /&gt;after sch went to pasta mania and mel and pamy.&lt;br /&gt;talked abt a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and we went to popular. for pretty long i must say.&lt;br /&gt;pamy bought the past yrs papers too!&lt;br /&gt;Nods, its good.&lt;br /&gt;and i bought more pens plus post its.&lt;br /&gt;mel too, and i was damn indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;after mel took the post it thing with must consideration, i suddenly felt like buying too.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt make up my mind if i should get the coloured ones, or not. Yellow or white or wtv.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i bought the same one as mel.&lt;br /&gt;and after i took, pam started to feel like buying.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so we had a few intervals of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;near the cashier also.&lt;br /&gt;seriously dying.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about chem soon after i recall what my tutor said and how to answer in proper sequence.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, back to chem now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2131030736283218252?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2131030736283218252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2131030736283218252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2131030736283218252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2131030736283218252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/07/oatmeal-cerel-milo-dinosaur-cheesebread.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-459331466513729190</id><published>2007-07-28T11:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:02:08.500-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9uIVlmK7Kj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9uIVlmK7Kj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Ok i know im slow haha but i really think Big Girls Dont cry is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;hafven been updating.&lt;br /&gt;um lets see, okay ytd.&lt;br /&gt;we all went to pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;Grace,Bird,Fangs,Jub,Jins,Pam, Mel and I.&lt;br /&gt;Pui joined shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice! Finally tried the curry baked rice.&lt;br /&gt;but jins said that MS branch was nicer.&lt;br /&gt;Owell, today, have to acc mum to see granny or smth.&lt;br /&gt;she had a great fall.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, nothing much alr i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so enjoy your weekend all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-459331466513729190?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/459331466513729190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=459331466513729190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/459331466513729190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/459331466513729190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-i-know-im-slow-haha-but-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-1804983935507894488</id><published>2007-07-19T08:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T02:12:40.872-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See it started at the park&lt;br /&gt;Used to chill at the dark&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you took my heart&lt;br /&gt;That's when we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both thought&lt;br /&gt;That love lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;They say we're too young&lt;br /&gt;To get ourselves sprung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll skip to the main part that the whole clique keep singing to.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you say it's over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that song. Its been playing like 247 in sch.&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone will just start to randomly sing. and ppl will join in.&lt;br /&gt;AND its highly contagious.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh&lt;br /&gt;yes sch have been pretty stressful lately.&lt;br /&gt;take tmr for example.&lt;br /&gt;theres art 8 boards to complete.&lt;br /&gt;math test.&lt;br /&gt;geog test.&lt;br /&gt;and i reckon math test is gonna as tough as pork.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats wrong with my mind recently.&lt;br /&gt;its like, i say things like, ironing bra, -.- Cause i got reminded of holland V.&lt;br /&gt;when xie sao guang liked that. aye. wan wan.&lt;br /&gt;yeah then he did that.&lt;br /&gt;today jubs gave us all a bottle of crym tee! and its personalised.&lt;br /&gt;she wrote each person's name with a note. damn sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;thanks man jubina!&lt;br /&gt;and today i literally grobed grace's ass?&lt;br /&gt;it was an ACCIDENT.&lt;br /&gt;omg wth pls.&lt;br /&gt;im not sick.&lt;br /&gt;its like. aiya, long story.&lt;br /&gt;and before that i wanted to push her and she almost fell from the chair.&lt;br /&gt;like REALLY ALMOST.&lt;br /&gt;my heart almost came out from my anus.&lt;br /&gt;i hurriedly grabbed her back.&lt;br /&gt;but she alr gained her balance.&lt;br /&gt;phew&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why am i still here, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;when im so not done with anything.&lt;br /&gt;stressful sch darn Os&lt;br /&gt;oh and mummy's angry. for my not going to my braces appts on time.&lt;br /&gt;okay thats abt it.&lt;br /&gt;rock on pee.ple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-1804983935507894488?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1804983935507894488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;And dance to the music,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since its super dead.&lt;br /&gt;i shall update alil.&lt;br /&gt;haha okay so today sch.&lt;br /&gt;was alright!&lt;br /&gt;and and div were late.&lt;br /&gt;sorry divv!&lt;br /&gt;but we were once again damn lucky.&lt;br /&gt;so we got off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;miss kok just allowed everyone to go.&lt;br /&gt;think there was some accident/miscommunication with the sms drivers or smth la&lt;br /&gt;then super a lot were late&lt;br /&gt;so all were excused&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and today pe was the bomb man.&lt;br /&gt;damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone perspired a lot&lt;br /&gt;haha [;&lt;br /&gt;better than soccer&lt;br /&gt;oh its captains ball btw&lt;br /&gt;everyone was actively playing and all so it was a great deal of fun&lt;br /&gt;after sch stayed back for gb&lt;br /&gt;for mon, gb day&lt;br /&gt;plus racial harmony celebration&lt;br /&gt;plus Olvl listening&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;all clustered into one day&lt;br /&gt;so imaigne the amt of suits we've to bring&lt;br /&gt;ohyes cus everyone have to dress up this yr for RH&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;yes then today, homed&lt;br /&gt;tuition at 7&lt;br /&gt;super late la&lt;br /&gt;but it went okay, thankfully&lt;br /&gt;ive a funny tutor, well mean at times too&lt;br /&gt;sarcastic but yeah at least it perks me up&lt;br /&gt;like chem, raja&lt;br /&gt;haha jins would agree&lt;br /&gt;after that watched tv then slack ard&lt;br /&gt;oh, took pics with mummmy [;&lt;br /&gt;cus she was in the mood&lt;br /&gt;then keep asking to take&lt;br /&gt;mad, yes i know&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll stop here&lt;br /&gt;love all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3329050966545540505?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8510455929523040621</id><published>2007-07-02T12:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:08:46.671-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Makes Me Wonder.&lt;/u&gt; /&lt;/em&gt; (ps. **** is changed to damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with blood-shot eyes&lt;br /&gt;Struggled to memorize&lt;br /&gt;The way it felt between your thighs&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure that made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good to be bad&lt;br /&gt;Not worth the aftermath, after that&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;br /&gt;Try to get you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the reason&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever gave a damn about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me something to believe in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I don't believe in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Yeah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn, my spinning head&lt;br /&gt;Decisions that made my bed&lt;br /&gt;Now I must lay in it&lt;br /&gt;And deal with things I left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;I want to dive into you&lt;br /&gt;Forget what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;I get behind, make your move&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the reason&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever gave a damn about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me somthing to believe in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I don't believe in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It even makes a difference to try (yeah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you told me how you're feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I don't believe it's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Oh no)So this is goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll wake up&lt;br /&gt;And it won't hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;You caught me in a lie&lt;br /&gt;I have no alibi&lt;br /&gt;The words you say don't have a meaning&lt;br /&gt;Cause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the reason&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever gave a damn about you and I..&lt;br /&gt;and so this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me something to believe in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I don't believe in you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It even makes a difference to try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you told me how you're feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I don't believe it's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anymore Anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Oh no)So this is goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this is goodbye, yeah (x 3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Oh no)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8510455929523040621?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8510455929523040621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8510455929523040621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8510455929523040621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8510455929523040621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/07/makes-me-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-2024782808432910428</id><published>2007-07-01T11:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T05:30:48.995-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PS, I Love You.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a nice book, reading it quater way.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today, went to church.&lt;br /&gt;After service, everyone ate cake!&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated for june babies.&lt;br /&gt;and ros claimed she dont like to be called a july baby.&lt;br /&gt;haha, wth.&lt;br /&gt;so then i paid for the conference thing.&lt;br /&gt;and stayed for awhile with them and rushed home to meet bethleeen.&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet her first.&lt;br /&gt;but couldnt make it on time.&lt;br /&gt;so i met her with all the other neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;we all played grounded, as usual. Then police and thief.&lt;br /&gt;and wtheck, those polices have got bikes.&lt;br /&gt;what rubbish la.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so then after awhile, everyone thought it was too exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;so switched to crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;till it got pretty squeezzy with the sudden present of all the infants.&lt;br /&gt;and we headed to blk 249 to play alipoom.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we discussed what time to meet tmr, then home.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone came today, except for. Hafik, B.E.P, Nicholes and friend.&lt;br /&gt;tmr im staying home to study!&lt;br /&gt;and ytd actually i felt it was rather productive.&lt;br /&gt;didnt go out.&lt;br /&gt;studied.&lt;br /&gt;and mel came. [;&lt;br /&gt;we both did sci mostly.&lt;br /&gt;she stayed till 10.&lt;br /&gt;then parents came.&lt;br /&gt;so for the long weekend, didnt actually go out.&lt;br /&gt;mostly stayed home to study.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least. Try to. Study.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, i'm rolling! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-2024782808432910428?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2024782808432910428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=2024782808432910428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2024782808432910428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/2024782808432910428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/07/ps-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4422594858847972039</id><published>2007-06-29T11:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:09:43.527-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alright yo, i shall blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after quite awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so sch's been alright :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and today, it was the walk a jog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we all came in slighty after the first 20 only la, damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so we didnt get a prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haha, so all met up, took bus 55.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and everyone walked/ran 3.5km!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it seems damn long la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and the weather is sucha killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after the whole thing, it was ard like 11 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pam,grace,mel,jins,fangs and I cabbed to kallang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and headed to cityhall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we lunched there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;walked ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then homed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;everyone was damn tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jins had to hang ard that area cus she dont have house keys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hope it isnt too bad jins! [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so headed home, slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and beth called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;went the fitness corner area to meet her and the rest of the neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we played grounded, block catching, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after that is started raining, so we all went to the void deck to continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kim boon (Gay shit), Hafik, Nike, Laden(Osama), Joel, Oscar(Awards), Toto, Acs(Dumb ass), Beaver and Bethleen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeap, those came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they're all damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;esp kim boon, that gay shit. but he dances well. although he's so round he can shake damn well la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;super cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alright, better study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this coming fri chi Os oral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Im darn scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dying here pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4422594858847972039?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4422594858847972039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=4422594858847972039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4422594858847972039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4422594858847972039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/06/alright-yo-i-shall-blog-after-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6828364488733642961</id><published>2007-06-23T10:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:04.607-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uWzsQKYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/P0J5u91cJUo/s1600-h/DSC02654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266924111604098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uWzsQKYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/P0J5u91cJUo/s320/DSC02654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy caught that! ( Fishing night #1 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uOzsQKUI/AAAAAAAAACU/zID-bsQJT8M/s1600-h/DSC02833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266786672650562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uOzsQKUI/AAAAAAAAACU/zID-bsQJT8M/s320/DSC02833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy helping me with my bait (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uOzsQKVI/AAAAAAAAACc/tPBCF7b6MAg/s1600-h/DSC02835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266786672650578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uOzsQKVI/AAAAAAAAACc/tPBCF7b6MAg/s320/DSC02835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old tree that i thought looked pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uPDsQKWI/AAAAAAAAACk/zwqqFZzKIJY/s1600-h/DSC02811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266790967617890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uPDsQKWI/AAAAAAAAACk/zwqqFZzKIJY/s320/DSC02811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This is why i'm hot! " ( MY GRANDMA! ) I forced her to try that on. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uPDsQKXI/AAAAAAAAACs/hi7xw_ez67E/s1600-h/DSC02649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266790967617906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uPDsQKXI/AAAAAAAAACs/hi7xw_ez67E/s320/DSC02649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to granny's place, nice rainbow :D&lt;br /&gt;mervin i wish you were here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0tljsQKQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wpM7xnS5xPM/s1600-h/DSC02816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266078003046658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0tljsQKQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wpM7xnS5xPM/s320/DSC02816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper with cousins are the bomb. (: [ Kuey Chap! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0tljsQKRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bobOra6jKlU/s1600-h/DSC02817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266078003046674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0tljsQKRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bobOra6jKlU/s320/DSC02817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cousins. Not fair, i was distracted la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0tljsQKSI/AAAAAAAAACE/U-GYb5Nxl7I/s1600-h/DSC02819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266078003046690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0tljsQKSI/AAAAAAAAACE/U-GYb5Nxl7I/s320/DSC02819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousion and Halimah! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0tlzsQKTI/AAAAAAAAACM/EJgFscwKEzE/s1600-h/DSC02846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266082298014002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0tlzsQKTI/AAAAAAAAACM/EJgFscwKEzE/s320/DSC02846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Yup, those were what i did when im over at my granny's place for a week.&lt;br /&gt;At pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my time with my cousins and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Fishing was the best part.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the last day of hols folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-6828364488733642961?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6828364488733642961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=6828364488733642961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6828364488733642961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/6828364488733642961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/06/fishing-with-daddy-is-3-he-caught-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/Rn0uWzsQKYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/P0J5u91cJUo/s72-c/DSC02654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-5240784013382460773</id><published>2007-06-18T05:05:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:54:41.776-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yay! Ytd caught Fantastic 4, rise of the silver surfer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to pams church.&lt;br /&gt;quite afew went.&lt;br /&gt;Xue er,Wans,Grace,Brids,Fangs,Jins,Jubs,Charlene and Jazzy.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so we all met up in vivo's superdog then left.&lt;br /&gt;and there was this part, we all stood up to go to the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny pls.&lt;br /&gt;Haha and after awhile, grace and birds said they needed to go!&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were crazy but after i stood up, i too, needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;Haha so after the movie, jins left first. the rest walked ard vivo.&lt;br /&gt;then headed to ps.&lt;br /&gt;walked slacked.&lt;br /&gt;then pam and jub left.&lt;br /&gt;so grace,wans,fangs,birds and I headed to cathay Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's&lt;br /&gt;slacked and bought drinks.&lt;br /&gt;bird tried her ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;soonafter they all left for home.&lt;br /&gt;and wans acc-ed me till mervin's done.&lt;br /&gt;we walked ard ps and talked talked talked.&lt;br /&gt;so after that she left and i went to meet mervin for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;we walked down to somerset.&lt;br /&gt;and dinner-ed at cine.&lt;br /&gt;i went to buy my dad a fathers day gift ( its damn laszzst min,i knw)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then walk ard then he sent me back.&lt;br /&gt;cus im living at my grannys place now.&lt;br /&gt;tmr, tuition. eeeyurr.&lt;br /&gt;and mel must be having a splendid time now tanning la.&lt;br /&gt;tssk.&lt;br /&gt;alright, ciao wow folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And im so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So tired of tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im so fed up with my thoughts of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And how every song reminds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of what used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-5240784013382460773?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5240784013382460773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=5240784013382460773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5240784013382460773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/5240784013382460773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/06/cause-sometimes-i-just-cant-feel-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-4291717752598635935</id><published>2007-06-14T10:34:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T03:04:13.255-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PETTY, BOOB! Haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wow, its been long since i last blogged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So here goes! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cluster camp, it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think my grp leader rocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Harveyy! He's a really nice chap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So nth much recently. Just tuition, and more tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha, oh and my family got a new car! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;its nice, its black, thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so much better than the one before! some dirty greeen. eww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So i think my mummy is darn sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mum: Hey, want to be the first to ride in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Yes yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mum: we'll pick you up and go get the car tgt at 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Oh, ive got tuition! How!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mum: ohwell, i guess its more impt, but we'll give you guys a ride later la, no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- ( When im walking towards car, after tuition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mum: Look, we all reserved the front seat for you! Since you cant be the first with us to ride it. and your sis was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: laughs, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wonder why they make such a big matter abt riding a new car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha, but they're cute, and thats why i love them. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so we went for a ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dropped by at this mall, and mummy and I both got a top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;im suppose to go over to grands house today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but since its so late, so. yeah. tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and recently, ive been eating a lottt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sadly, i cant stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;how, im looking forward for pasta mania this sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grace will eat it with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and yes, saturaday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I cant cant cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cousins outing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whooyeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We're gna first go to this cafe, that yanyan said its really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and we can all play different sorts of board games tgt while sipping tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha, then when the sun is not so strong, we'll go kayak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thankfully, she drives. Shes the oldest. Yan yanny! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shes quite young la, considering for a person that even drives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, then after kayaking, shes treating us to some nice place for dinner near changi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She claimed its romantic. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha, sixiu cant wait to see that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh yay, more catching up with all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;michael is coming too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;only guy. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah so im looking forward for that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sun too! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha, and have i mentioned ive the meanest tutor alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Omg, he can make me have low self esteem okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha mel should know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'll blog the details next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;one thing he ever said, " i wonder where can i get IQ pills for you! -laughs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;how mean IS THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rawrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, so holidayss please pass slower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;youre making me freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ive not practised chi oral! and its like sooon, right after the hols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay. shh. urgh. stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy hols baybehs! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is random! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wouldnt it be nice if somebody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sneak up behind you, Grab you by the waist &amp; tell you you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;- tell you you have amazing eyes&lt;br /&gt;- when your friends walk by, say this is my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;- Say&lt;strong&gt; I love you to your face&lt;/strong&gt; not over the phone/msg or friendster&lt;br /&gt;- if youre sad take you in your arms and tell you everything will be okay&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; kiss you on the forehead&lt;/strong&gt; randomly even when you smile for the silliest reason&lt;br /&gt;- when you walk, walk with you slowly&lt;br /&gt;- Tickle you even when you say stop&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; Call you just to say I Love You&lt;/strong&gt; or a simple Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;- Don't be afraid to hold your hand in public even when your dressing is totally off&lt;br /&gt;- Dont say &lt;strong&gt;I love you forever unless he mean it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hold you tightly and won't let you go and &lt;strong&gt;each time you need to struggle out of a hug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Call you just to tell you at night that he wish you're there to hug him to sleep&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;got it from hannah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. How sweet. [;&lt;br /&gt;HINT. YOU. hahhhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;How long more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-4291717752598635935?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4291717752598635935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=4291717752598635935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4291717752598635935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/4291717752598635935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/06/petty-boob-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-3694004595945069199</id><published>2007-06-08T03:48:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:50:05.615-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OFF OFF OFF AND AWAY! FOR THREE/FOUR DAYS! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take care everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-3694004595945069199?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3694004595945069199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=3694004595945069199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3694004595945069199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/3694004595945069199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/06/off-off-off-and-away-for-threefour-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8499624420536812465</id><published>2007-06-06T05:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:12:05.995-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/RmZ-jDsQKGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BN_YWhIDdIY/s1600-h/IMGP4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072881171030878306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/RmZ-jDsQKGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BN_YWhIDdIY/s320/IMGP4260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its so random, but i miss Nicoleee Dinng! D=&lt;br /&gt;Shes having all the tests this week.&lt;br /&gt;Try to meet up next week woman!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thank you for always lettting me know that im never forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;and ive that special place in your heart like i do for you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, God bless you baby!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Recently, like two days back. my throat hurts like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;esp in the middle of the night when you wake up randomly, and when you unknowingly wanna swollow, its like. Rawrrr. Hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and ive got flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay, anyway, so. Today! Lit workshop! ( thanks mel for pen, and sorry for finishing it up! D; )&lt;br /&gt;Alright, All of us met at the bus stop opposite far east at 845am.&lt;br /&gt;I met pam first, at bishan, at 810.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to then hop on to grace's train.&lt;br /&gt;heading from amk.&lt;br /&gt;But we kept missing and the train is like so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;no fate -.-&lt;br /&gt;so we finally met her at orchard then three of us walked down to meet the rest.&lt;br /&gt;everyone metttt then, took bus down.&lt;br /&gt;the talk, was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the notes are pretty useful.&lt;br /&gt;but everyone felt so tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i nearly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;;/&lt;br /&gt;After the talk, suppose to catch a movie. Shrek 3.&lt;br /&gt;but mel couldnt, cause she had to go check up with her mumm.&lt;br /&gt;and jins wnted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;so left with pam grace and me.&lt;br /&gt;so we watched.&lt;br /&gt;at lido.&lt;br /&gt;kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;and it felt as tho we were the only ones there!&lt;br /&gt;pratically empty pls.&lt;br /&gt;after that we walked ard.&lt;br /&gt;and headed to borders.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;looked on litrary stuff. and whenever pam or grace see a book with some seductive content they'll say its for me -.-&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;haha, so after that we just walked alil while more, and they headed home.&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet bethleen and her folks at far east.&lt;br /&gt;went with them to walk ard.&lt;br /&gt;beth wanted to find shorts.&lt;br /&gt;rennu wanted to see dresses.&lt;br /&gt;after walking and walking, we all went back! :D&lt;br /&gt;took a bus back with beth. Straight bus, 54.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the pasamalam near our house before going home.&lt;br /&gt;bought spongebob stickers! ( mel, grace! )&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, tmr, ss and art. Yeah, fri, camp!&lt;br /&gt;oh and one more thing, Grace was really sweet to have sent me msg ytd asking if my ass was alright and if im better.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Haha, thank you my sweetest drug! (:&lt;br /&gt;smile your day away folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8499624420536812465?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8499624420536812465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8499624420536812465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8499624420536812465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8499624420536812465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-so-random-but-i-miss-nicoleee-dinng.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMUdNYTiET0/RmZ-jDsQKGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BN_YWhIDdIY/s72-c/IMGP4260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8051268190489018384</id><published>2007-06-05T02:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:34:05.625-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i didnt go sch.&lt;br /&gt;tummy is giving me the problems mannn.&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed at home. did tuition work.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept eating.&lt;br /&gt;then tummy keep giving problems.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant resist the food!&lt;br /&gt;urgh, well.&lt;br /&gt;tmr there's only art.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Yessss.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna start painting, but im so not done with my eagles wings!&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;oh and everyone seem to be changing to livejournel.&lt;br /&gt;why? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll skip off. Good day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8051268190489018384?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8051268190489018384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8051268190489018384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8051268190489018384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8051268190489018384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-i-didnt-go-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-8423885414688701492</id><published>2007-06-04T04:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:29:13.347-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Father Father Father help us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause people got me got me questioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where is the love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that song was just on my head on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Haha ;-D anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from the lit workshop!&lt;br /&gt;by mrs suzanne tan! :D&lt;br /&gt;she was damn good.&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up woman!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, met up with grace first, then jubs came.&lt;br /&gt;so then we waited till the rest came.&lt;br /&gt;after the talk, lunched at subway with mel and pamy.&lt;br /&gt;and i dare to say that. cine's subway's service sucks.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Haha the woman that was serving mel was pretty rude.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting beth later.&lt;br /&gt;and ive to do art, finish tuition hmwrk. by today.&lt;br /&gt;sian bungs.&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;and ytd tanned with xue.&lt;br /&gt;shoulders are really red and it hurts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ytd. (:&lt;br /&gt;couldnt rush to church on time. so. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and ive yet shown my mum my report book.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;right, thats all!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this week to be over, so it'll then be "hoildays" for us.&lt;br /&gt;ciao folks!&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy birthday sihui (deejay) =D&lt;br /&gt;though i wished you ytd alr, but yes, here's blated one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last night, I had a dream about you, in this dream, i was dancing right beside you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-8423885414688701492?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8423885414688701492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=8423885414688701492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8423885414688701492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/8423885414688701492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/06/father-father-father-help-us-send-some.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-7964361454171141351</id><published>2007-06-02T11:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T03:20:06.380-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i stayed home today!&lt;br /&gt;and my maid is slacking as usual.&lt;br /&gt;since my whole family is outta town.&lt;br /&gt;shakeshead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes, its good to forget everything, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-7964361454171141351?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-6428675265280702458</id><published>2007-06-02T11:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:38:48.339-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alrighto, Ytd night! went to watch Pirates of the carribean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks mel, for the free tix! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i pratically spent my whole afternoon with mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after sch,she came with me to dental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;at 4pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we had to carry our canvas all over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after dental, we went to ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ate, slack. whatever shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haha, then we had to kill time all till 645, cus thats when she have to meet her aunt at dbg station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so we walked to cathay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and we found this carpeted empty flooring thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we sat there, talk slack laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i decided to do my art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;weird but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yeah. haha and mel helped me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks for the eagles wings! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so then it was time for her to meet her aunt, so we left our things there, grabbed our valuables and ran to the station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(CRAZY RIGHT, we know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;her aunt is cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;right. okay, then we walked back as quickly, and our stuff were still there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha, so we waited for vic to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then we waited for jins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was nice la the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its a well plotted story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thumbs up yo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after the movie, my mum was screaming, wanting me to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so merv was alr waiting at parkmall, i rushed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cabbed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks for accing me back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;todayyy, guess im staying homee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stay cranky YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do you know you contridict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My conscience is clear, so as long as the rest understands, I'll leave it all up to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465694.post-664654893155162031</id><published>2007-05-31T10:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T02:51:17.561-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's funny when you find yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looking from the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm standing here but all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is to be over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why did I let myself believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miracles could happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause now I have to pretend that I don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thats coming true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I swore I knew the melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And when you smiled You made me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like I could sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now my heart is empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once upon a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I know your not a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And wishes on a star just don't come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause now even I tell That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not the full song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Right! so todayy, we went all over town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;seriously, my legs are aching like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and we celebrated Jubs bday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;practically everyone was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and then we all walked ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;w/o fangs! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cause she had to leave earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so after walking ard at ps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we all left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mel and i followed pam to far east to get her dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and also cus we both got straight buses from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ha! But pam's dress wasn't there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So thats about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Overall, its a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and tmr. ive got dental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and my mummy was so afraid that i'll forget( like i always do and end up postponing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so she reminded me like a kzillion times today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tmr reports are out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hopefully she wont be mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cus i alr told her abt my bad results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to get her prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and when she's abt to forget, the reprt books have to appear -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;damn them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haha, alright, keep smilin folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465694-664654893155162031?l=butterbangles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/feeds/664654893155162031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465694&amp;postID=664654893155162031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/664654893155162031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465694/posts/default/664654893155162031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterbangles.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-funny-when-you-find-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>sYLviA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775123416049697225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
