<?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-22637100</id><updated>2012-01-28T17:46:43.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Not Fall.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-1400061693389909412</id><published>2012-01-20T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:16:57.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes I may be hindering you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Though I hope not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now I've come to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It is not entirely impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I do not ever want to be the person who stands at the door, blocking your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Shards of glass and pieces of ruins on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll help clear them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll even lay a long grand carpet out for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So please walk on through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1400061693389909412?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1400061693389909412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=1400061693389909412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1400061693389909412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1400061693389909412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2012/01/yes-i-may-be-hindering-you-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-6560633948977035777</id><published>2012-01-18T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:55:33.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;thoughts for the past week. just mumbo jumbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I commend your decency. I'm glad I got to catch a glimpse of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Is this the last straw? I hope it is. It's better for me. Because I don't have to deal with it anymore. And look at the bigger picture. Look at what will really matter in the end. All of these will soon be forgotten. And people won't remember. Selective memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I will not lose sight of it anymore. What is the purpose of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The picture got a bit fuzzy back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's starting to become clear again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Next time I'll be braver. I'll be my own savior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adele-turning tables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;my dad told me something yesterday morning. i will never forget what he said to me and i will do what he told me. i never expected to hear that from him. the timing was almost impeccable, almost as though he knew that was what i needed to hear. walking around with so many thoughts in my head but never told anyone, to hear that from him, i'm just really glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6560633948977035777?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6560633948977035777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=6560633948977035777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6560633948977035777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6560633948977035777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-for-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-8130675824729870347</id><published>2012-01-10T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:00:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ne3GD9jFRes/TwxDpYyrGiI/AAAAAAAAAas/9nAjPkqSrDg/s640/blogger-image--1395615070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ne3GD9jFRes/TwxDpYyrGiI/AAAAAAAAAas/9nAjPkqSrDg/s320/blogger-image--1395615070.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-8130675824729870347?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8130675824729870347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=8130675824729870347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/8130675824729870347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/8130675824729870347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ne3GD9jFRes/TwxDpYyrGiI/AAAAAAAAAas/9nAjPkqSrDg/s72-c/blogger-image--1395615070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-5169525217294984595</id><published>2011-12-29T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:57:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I just got back from my Penang trip with borats yesterday. it was very fun! we mostly shopped and walked around, though we didn't have time to finish exploring. one of the highlights was the trishaw ride. i thought it was my first time riding it but according to my mum, i've rode it before when i was younger. i have no memory of that. haha. but the trishaw ride was very fun! it's like so close to the cars and the people walking on the roads. i feel like it's an theme park ride. haha. the weather was very nice also when we rode the trishaws. though it's not very good&amp;nbsp;for the&amp;nbsp;uncles who are mostly quite old already. how cool will it be if everyone rode in trishaws and the the person cycling and the person on the trishaw take turns. then can just travel in trishaws already. haha. we also did the parasailing and jet skiing. okay these 2 are really my first times. it was really fun and awesome. i didn't dare to drive the jet ski for the fear that it might topple but nas wanted it to topple. haha. i think i wouldn't have as much fun if i drove it because&amp;nbsp;sitting behind a mad woman driving on a jet ski is really really fun to the max. hahaha. one of the things we didn't get to do was the horse riding. not meant to ride it this time but maybe next time. we also went for the foo massage. at least nas and jq did. it was really interesting listening to how he could tell the problems from foot massage.&amp;nbsp;we also ate at the revolving restaurant which was&amp;nbsp;very cool. the food there was also super nice. how cool if&amp;nbsp;the speed of revolving can be controlled. then can go faster or slower as we pleased. so fun uh! hahaha. i have the intention of buying a lot of things but in the end i didn't buy much because i find there isn't much to buy. a lot of the money was spent on taxi. other stuff we did were going up the penang hill and going to the temple. the sea breeze on the penang hill was super duper nice. very nice to run in the morning. the temple had the biggest statue of buddha(? i'm not sure is it the correct term/character)&amp;nbsp;i've ever seen. it was amazing.&amp;nbsp;there was also the night market and seafood dinner.&amp;nbsp;i used to write as many details about trips or outings as possible but i can't remember all of them now. i&amp;nbsp;will rely on the tons of photos we took to help me remember. haha. overall, it was my first time&amp;nbsp;travelling with&amp;nbsp;my friends and it was very fun! i felt i had 'jet lag' from 10 hour bus ride hahaha! it was a fantastic experience and i loved the trip! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i'm flying off to beijing tomorrow with my family. excited about the negative degrees! hope it snows then can have snowball fight with my bros and build snowman. haha. i think this is the first time&amp;nbsp;our entire tour group is only made up of my family and relatives. and i'll bring laptop over in case i have to bid for my modules in china. haha. this holiday is quite&amp;nbsp;awesome because im not in sg for both christmas and new year's. yay! and so many firsts. :))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-5169525217294984595?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5169525217294984595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=5169525217294984595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5169525217294984595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5169525217294984595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-got-back-from-my-penang-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-5935076702597154996</id><published>2011-12-22T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T01:18:13.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't tell myself enough how enough is enough. The word 'enough' must mean something to me. That's where I need to get. 'enough is enough' 2 'enough-fe-ss' but I still don't get it. I don't get why I don't get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/22637100-5935076702597154996?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5935076702597154996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=5935076702597154996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5935076702597154996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5935076702597154996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-tell-myself-enough-how-enough-is.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-5466576297631132501</id><published>2011-12-16T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:09:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The results are coming out soon. I really have no expectations for it. Is it for it or of it. Ok i don't know. And I did a pretty stupid thing during that time. Because of that, I realized just when I thought i can't be more silly, I did something so stupid. I'll come to regret it when the results are out. How can something so trivial snowball into something so huge and destructive. I wish I could answer that. I wished i didn't do what i did. And I hope I've learnt. I don't like to say this sentence because I don't believe in it. I never learn. Hopefully even after the blow I can still enjoy my vacation afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-5466576297631132501?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5466576297631132501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=5466576297631132501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5466576297631132501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5466576297631132501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/results-are-coming-out-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-1019189648810786093</id><published>2011-12-07T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:15:24.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You know sometimes when I sit down and think about what has happened, I realized I am in the same predicament as I was, be it 1 year ago, 4 years ago. It's like oh no wait, again. I don't know why, I never know why. And I can't help but to think that life is going to throw this at me for the rest of my life. Is there supposed to be some kind of pattern? It kind of helps get me used to it if I am stuck in the same situation over and over again, but honestly I'll never get used to it. It'll just get less difficult. Maybe I'm supposed to adjust to this. But how do you adjust to bricks thrown in your face? Will your skin ever toughened to be like that of elephant leg skin to not feel the impact? it sounds harsh but that's how the initial 'shock' of it all feels like. But life is never that bad. It's just hard to see it sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i never know what i did wrong. i wish somebody would say something. Because I must have done something so unforgivable right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will. So don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1019189648810786093?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1019189648810786093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=1019189648810786093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1019189648810786093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1019189648810786093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-know-sometimes-when-i-sit-down-and.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-5859454984732289000</id><published>2011-12-06T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:21:19.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you get tired and stop resisting &lt;br /&gt;And start accepting&lt;br /&gt;It's the best feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;Because its one more thing you can finally accept about yourself &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-5859454984732289000?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5859454984732289000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=5859454984732289000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5859454984732289000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5859454984732289000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-you-get-tired-and-stop-resisting.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-3394320963691015499</id><published>2011-11-28T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:43:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i don't know how you do it. i could never figure it out. i am just amazed. throughout the years i have seen so much. so many things that could drive an ordinary person crazy. but through all the chaos you remained sane. you never fail to always be there for us, though i know sometimes you wished we could be more there for you too. like a solid steel pillar that never wavers. nothing fazes you. and your enthusiasm. where would i be without your enthusiasm. i know sometimes we would start arguing after speaking a few words, and be able to rub each other the wrong way so effortlessly. i am still trying and have so many things to work on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i love that i still hug you every day, ever since i was 11. sometimes after i had a bad day, when i&amp;nbsp;hug you when you came home, i feel so much better. i don't even have to say anything. especially when i really don't want to say anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a lot of things i watch from the sidelines. some things are so hard to watch, but just watching you gives me hope. how is it possible for someone to be this strong. where do you get your strength from. i believe it is&amp;nbsp;your nature.&amp;nbsp;you are just strong like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to the strongest woman i'll ever know, happy birthday mum! :)&lt;/span&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-22637100.post-4488744300839540975</id><published>2011-11-27T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:04:25.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;thanks for the heart attack today. i updated my phone to ios5 and didn't back up properly. so everything is gone. i&amp;nbsp;almost&amp;nbsp;died when i realised that. it feels like i lost everything. the sudden kind of emptiness. like one second ago you had all your files and data in your phone and now they're totally gone. luckily&amp;nbsp;i saved my photos beforehand.&amp;nbsp;but my contacts are all gone. luckily i found that i stored my contacts somewhere on my comp last&amp;nbsp;year. so not all are lost.&amp;nbsp;at first it was really hard to accept, but&amp;nbsp;then this mistake help put in perspective for me. of what&amp;nbsp;are the things&amp;nbsp;that are really important.&amp;nbsp;when i'm forced to lose so many&amp;nbsp;things, did i realise i didn't actually lose much. i actually had a lot of junk in my phone. when i had them i thought those are the things i must have. but when i lost them, i&amp;nbsp;realised that&amp;nbsp;it doesn't really matter whether i had them or not. and as for contacts, i&amp;nbsp;used to have 3 digit number in it because as i changed&amp;nbsp;phones i just backed up and transferred&amp;nbsp;everything over.&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;obviously i do not contact everyone&amp;nbsp;in my contact list&amp;nbsp;all the time.&amp;nbsp;we contacted during a period&amp;nbsp;of time but things happen and life happens and people start to fade out. since i have to restore the contacts manually, i only restored those that i&amp;nbsp;keep contact with.&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;from 3&amp;nbsp;digit to 2 digit, it seems like a whole lot emptier. but then nothing really changed because even if i had those other contacts in my&amp;nbsp;phone, but i don't&amp;nbsp;keep in contact with them,&amp;nbsp;does it make a&amp;nbsp;difference?&amp;nbsp; but i'm glad to see those who have remained constant. for those people i met from end of last year onwards, they will be completely lost.&amp;nbsp;but there's always facebook. haha.&amp;nbsp;for those i met in school, i can get from them again next sem. and my messages.&amp;nbsp;i'm not the kind who delete messages. any kind of messages. as long as there is space in my phone, i won't bother deleting them. and to me, messages sometimes help me to recall what happened in the past.&amp;nbsp;it's like a journal writing&amp;nbsp;itself. like what conversation you had&amp;nbsp;with this person during this time or what happened then etc. because i don't have a&amp;nbsp;very good memory so sometimes it&amp;nbsp;helps. helps in&amp;nbsp;what. i don't know. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;so why such a long rant about this.&amp;nbsp;people lose their stuff all the time. my big bro told me he lost his contacts 5 or 6 times. and he&amp;nbsp;doesn't back up his contacts. because i am not the&amp;nbsp;the best&amp;nbsp;person in letting go of&amp;nbsp;stuff.&amp;nbsp;actually i'm the worst person in letting go of stuff. i like to keep a lot of things for memory's sake,because i really do forget a lot of things and i want to remember them. when i forget things, it's&amp;nbsp;as though they never&amp;nbsp;happened. and i&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;like the feeling of things that&amp;nbsp;should matter or once mattered to be as though they never existed. even the most important things will be forgotten overtime.&amp;nbsp;i will only remember some things if something jolted or triggered that memory.&amp;nbsp;so i keep things to trigger memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;so since i have no choice, i can take this as a fresh start. and i'm not really friends with technology. it doesn't really like me. next time i'll just store things in certain places and not all over the place so when i want to store them i don't have to go all over the place to collect them like some farmer collecting eggs from chickens&amp;nbsp;that lay their eggs everywhere. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-4488744300839540975?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4488744300839540975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=4488744300839540975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;is it possible for karma to come in a form of human?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i should have never decided that this isn't who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-7422284328623206260?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7422284328623206260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=7422284328623206260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/7422284328623206260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RXiuO0ZF7dA/Tqp3Kg49n_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/g_IeQmZiqKM/s1600/blogger-image--521472182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1602877145698876845?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1602877145698876845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=1602877145698876845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1602877145698876845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1602877145698876845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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In time, you will prove it. Give me time to embrace it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Some things you know are not worth it but you do them anyway. Sigh. If I need to take a deep breath in and breathe out to make me feel better after your presence, then you are the "These kind of people need a lot of patience one." So true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But at the end of today, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you, another you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-2705096559907095446?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2705096559907095446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=2705096559907095446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2705096559907095446'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-4953752667032284971?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4953752667032284971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=4953752667032284971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4953752667032284971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4953752667032284971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/10/screwed-like-one-big-ball-of-elephant.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-7860827110019106402</id><published>2011-09-21T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:44:53.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what you have, you have a name for it&lt;br /&gt;all i have is a memory&lt;br /&gt;only remembered by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-7860827110019106402?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7860827110019106402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=7860827110019106402' title='0 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feeling good about myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's almost like therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I learn something more every time, about life and other stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That can be so much more valuable, but are the things that usually teachers don't teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Though i don't seem to respond as much as i've liked to, your words always leave an impact on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And i&amp;nbsp;enjoyed listening to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's sad that I have to pause now, but hopefully some day i will pick it up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If i do, i'll definitely learn from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Because of all teachers, you are one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-156538379868544445?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/156538379868544445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=156538379868544445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/156538379868544445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/156538379868544445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-always-leave-there-feeling-good-about.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-6145964300207871285</id><published>2011-09-08T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:44:44.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope there never comes a day&lt;br /&gt;when i have to open my mouth and say&lt;br /&gt;because it's the one thing, the only thing&lt;br /&gt;so... no f--king way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6145964300207871285?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-4750730331471259721</id><published>2011-08-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T23:39:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;there are just some things i stand from afar and look with envy. &lt;br /&gt;looking around, surrounded by it&lt;br /&gt;how some things come so easily to others, it's almost like a right&lt;br /&gt;and questions starts to pour, but it is not within my control&lt;br /&gt;what i would give to have what you have. you will never understand. &lt;br /&gt;what comes so easily to you, i must scale mountains to get to&lt;br /&gt;at some point i just stop resisting. maybe for some reason, i'm not destined to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;when things don't look up and there's nothing i can do even after i've tried&lt;br /&gt;i just need to keep my head up&lt;br /&gt;i won't drown if i keep on breathing. just keep breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-4750730331471259721?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4750730331471259721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=4750730331471259721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4750730331471259721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4750730331471259721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-are-just-some-things-i-stand-from.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-62461600734874541</id><published>2011-07-29T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:54:06.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;only starting to learn what should have been learnt 18 years ago. when it finally hits you that you are drawing from the wrong power supply. the opposite of a blessing in disguise. but why only now then i can see? it's like walking in the forest in the dark by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;why is&amp;nbsp;this happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;beneath the tranquil surface of the ocean always lies violent undercurrents. like my mind. chaotic inside. when&amp;nbsp;things gets too much down comes the shutter. it's not that i forget or i don't feel. there are too much unpleasantness that it has become an almost auto&amp;nbsp;mode for it&amp;nbsp;to switch to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;so disconnected with words. like i really don't know how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;there is a way. just that i haven't found it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;i need to keep my head up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-62461600734874541?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/62461600734874541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=62461600734874541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/62461600734874541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/62461600734874541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/07/only-starting-to-learn-what-should-have.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-3332309176294664823</id><published>2011-06-19T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:40:15.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;"The Native American and the cricket"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking near Times Square in Manhattan. It was during the noon lunch hour and the streets were filled with people. Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs were squealing around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the city were almost deafening. Suddenly, the Native American said, “I hear a cricket.” His friend said, “What? You must be crazy. You couldn’t possibly hear a cricket in all of this noise!” “No, I’m sure of it,”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;the Native American said. “I heard a cricket.” “That’s crazy,” said the friend. The Native American listened carefully for a moment and then walked across the street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing. He looked into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a small cricket. His friend was utterly amazed. “That’s incredible,” said his friend. “You must have superhuman ears!” “No,” said the Native American. “My ears are no different from yours. It all depends on what you’re listening for.” “But that can’t be!” said the friend. “I could never hear a cricket in this noise.” “Yes, it’s true,” came the reply. “It depends on what is really important to you. Here, let me show you.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins and discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. And then, with the noise of the crowded street still blaring in their ears, they noticed every head within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on the pavement was theirs. “See what I mean?” asked the Native American. “It all depends on what’s important to you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“The Hungry Boy”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?” “You don’t owe me anything” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for kindness.” “Then I thank you from my heart,” he said. As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was renewed. He had been ready to give up and quit. Many years later that same young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. he recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day on he gave special attention to her case. And after a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, wrote something on the edge and the bill was then sent to the woman’s room. She was afraid to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words, “Paid in full with one glass of milk, Dr. Howard Kelly.” Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: “Thank you, God, that your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Elizabeth Kubler Ross- “Unfinished business”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;You remember when I insisted we go to the beach and you said, “No. It’s going to rain”? And I absolutely insisted and you said, “It’s going to be a horrible day,” and didn’t want to go? But I insisted and we went and it was a horrible day and it rained all day and I thought you were really going to give me hell for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;But you didn’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Remember when I tried to make you jealous and I went out with another boy? I thought this time you’re really going to drop me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;But you didn’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Remember when I demanded that we go to this dance and you didn’t want to come but I demanded it? I also forgot to tell you that it was formal? And you came in jeans? I thought “You’re gonna kill me!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;But you didn’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I wanted to tell you all these things when you came home from Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;But you didn’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;"The wise woman’s stone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;A wise woman who was travelling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But, a few days later, he came back to return the stone to the woman. “I’ve been thinking,” he said. “I know how valuable this stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Please give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me this stone.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; A Sioux Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Creator gathered all of Creation and said, "I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realisation that they create their own reality." The eagle said, "Give it to me, i will take it to the moon." The Creator said, "No. One day they will go there and find it." The salmon said, "I will bury it on the bottom of the ocean." "No. They will go there, too." The buffalo said, "I will bury it on the Great Plains." The Creator said, "They will cut into the skin of the Earth and find it even there." Grandmother Mole, who lives in the breast of Mother Earth, and who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes, said, "Put it inside of them." And the Creator said, "It is done."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3332309176294664823?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3332309176294664823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=3332309176294664823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3332309176294664823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3332309176294664823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/06/native-american-and-cricket-native.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-3024683074608457364</id><published>2011-04-24T18:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:20:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i don't expect you to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it's beyond your ability to comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;this is now and that was then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;did you really think i had nothing better to do than to pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that's why i'm saying this again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;maybe you think i'm just insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;what the hell is wrong with her, what's wrong with her brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;if you had asked i would've explained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;or has it never occurred to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that i am a person, i have my point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that i live my life, i walk in my shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;did you ever try to see what i went through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;just because of what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;doesn't mean it's what it's actually supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;how i wish it were that simple and easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but open your eyes damnit, don't just believe so brainlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i do have a part to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;for causing all these struggle and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;days of darkness, tears like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but in the end it's still the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;what did you expect me to hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;when i had nothing to believe it was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;so i was lost and didn't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i let the lies get to me and drown myself in a lie-infested pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;of course it's dumb when i think of it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but i wouldn't have known it then, would i now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it's beyond what my mind would allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and thanks for helping out by sitting there when i'm forced to watch something so foul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i took every word seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but it seemed like you thought i didn't, apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i chose to let them all bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i broke them down and piece them up incorrectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and there you have it, a screwed up masterpiece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s no wonder they say for a lie to work one has to say it and the other to believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I naively believed all that shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Not necessarily lies, but just what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I still don’t trust you, and unlike you, I mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Don’t know how many times I’ve walked this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Only to regret the very next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When my mind clears away of all that grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I finally see what I’ve thrown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I admit this may be blown out of proportion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now that I see, it was the perfect concoction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The ground was already cracked, if you haven’t noticed, when you stomped on it with or without intention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The timing was great, everything…oh and the acting…might just even be worth the mention&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/22637100-3024683074608457364?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3024683074608457364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=3024683074608457364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3024683074608457364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3024683074608457364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-expect-you-to-understand-its.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-1301529478975333287</id><published>2011-02-28T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:35:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I poured an assortment of nuts and what nots into a container. My big bro: you belong in there. Me: why? My big bro: cuz you're a random nut. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first pay from an official job on Saturday! So eggcited! N it's in a green packet some more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay RESULTS. As it inches closer I become more nervous. I'll be hiding under a rock or something. You won't find me,hopefully. I need some time to grieve/mourn/be traumatized/be mute. My days of ignorance-is-bliss are soon to be over. I'm preparing to get smacked in the face by a gigantic hand. I think this is all I can ever think about this week. Things after march 4 2.30pm won't be good. Sometimes believing is just not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1301529478975333287?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1301529478975333287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=1301529478975333287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1301529478975333287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1301529478975333287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-poured-assortment-of-nuts-and-what.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-737526641555922294</id><published>2011-02-19T12:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:21:08.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AHHH i love waking up late in the morning! Today is the day i can relax. I've survived one week of work now. It's so tiring for my eyes, staring&amp;nbsp;at the computer screen&amp;nbsp;almost throughout the day. &amp;nbsp;I'm still learning and getting used to everything there. And getting up at 6 every morning, the same time I wake up for school. When I run late, it's like an adventure on public transport. Squeezing for your life on the train and brisk walking to the interchange to catch the bus. I'm impressed by how people&amp;nbsp;actually squeeze&amp;nbsp;like there's no&amp;nbsp;tomorrow. haha. &amp;nbsp;Due to my lack of accounts/finance knowledge, it's not easy learning the ropes. Which makes me realise even more that i'm not interested in business/ finance kind of thing. I literally had to learn from scratch because they are all foreign to me. Sometimes my mind tend to drift away when i do repetitive things that do not require thinking. Then i end up going back and checking my work again to make sure. Now then i know what my mum always say when i spend a lot of money: qian bu rong yi zhuan ah. haha. Well, this will be an experience for me. Oh, i banged my head really really really hard on thursday, on my way out of the library after giving tuition. I guess i was super hungry and tired and didn't aim properly. I thought i did, before the sound from my head against metal shutter door reminded me that i didn't. My head was still throbbing when i walked to the mrt. My poor head. I banged it when i was in Taiwan and again now. I hope my&amp;nbsp;skull is&amp;nbsp;thick enough to withstand all these torture. haha. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am so happy it's the weekend and i can revert to myself again. When i come&amp;nbsp;home from work,&amp;nbsp;I talk more than i ever did in the office. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if it's because i've just started out and i'm not very familiar with everyone or the office setting.&amp;nbsp;I just have this&amp;nbsp;'energy' build up inside me that no matter how&amp;nbsp;tired i am, i need&amp;nbsp;to release it. And then there's the generation gap thing. Anyway, the main thing was, i came back and went to buy groceries with my brothers and my mum. And it was the most fun thing i did for the entire week. Some people might think, go grocery shopping fun meh? But it was for me, because of the people i went with. While shopping the aisles with my brothers, i felt like i've found back the me i've lost somewhere somehow for the week. In the office, my mouth didn't have to exercise a lot. But at the supermarket, i just wouldn't let my mouth rest for a second. Then comes the annoying part. Usually when we go buy groceries, we tend to pack a trolley overflowing with stuff. When i look at the trolley, i wonder how we can manage to finish them within a week or so. But we always do and we eat like normal. Not stuffing ourselves like pigs like that. Haha. But yesterday, we had 2 trolleys overflowing with things. One trolley was for my dad, because his company gave him allowance to stock up the food there. And the other trolley was for our survival. So as we were queueing up with 2 trolleys full of stuff, we suddenly became the tourist attraction. This is not the first time happening. It always somehow manages to attract attention when you buy that kind of amount of things. But yesterday was the most annoying out of all the times. Maybe because the supermarket was quite small and the cashier area was small and everyone was so near to one another. Anyway, i know people will stare. And it's not that i mind because, really, it's getting old. So i like to imitate their actions. When they look at us, i will look back. It's so fun to see them catching my eye and looking away, trying to pretend that they weren't just staring. And then their eyes will somehow shift back to us again and i will still be looking at them. Haha! People, it was so not obvious, really. haha. The entire queue next to us took turns staring at us. I mean, okay la, if i were to see a family buy 2 trolley full of groceries i would be surprised too. But i won't stare like&amp;nbsp;some underground potato who has not seen anything like it before. There is something called: it's not nice to stare at other people.&amp;nbsp;ok i shall begin my angry speech here. To all the starers: You also don't see me staring at you like some poor peasant if you only have a few things in a basket. Maybe that's all you need for that time. OHKAY. So don't assume that we are gluttons or whatever your stares meant just because we have 2 full trolleys. We obviously have our reasons and by staring&amp;nbsp;the hardest you could, the answer wouldn't fly out and hit you. Although i wish it did. Haha.There was this super annoying couple, they just cannot keep their eyes off of us. All the way from when they were queueing to when they were paying at the cashier. I told my big bro about people staring, he said:&amp;nbsp;let them stare la, we can afford they cannot afford ma. And he purposely said it quite loudly.&amp;nbsp;This can be mean and wrong&amp;nbsp;in so many ways &amp;nbsp;but i don't feel bad about it. It's a petty retaliation against you starers. ha! haha.&amp;nbsp;I could see from the corner of my eyes people were looking and listening when my 2nd bro was talking to my mum about how much each trolley would roughly cost. And there was nobody behind us in the queue. I guess everyone was afraid to after they saw the amount of things we have. Ok done. I've gotten it off my chest. For yesterday and all the other times. I know it will happen again the next time. So, since i'm bored queueing and you're bored queueing, let's play a game! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There were some things we did that others might see as not, for the lack of better words, 'glam'. Like my mum talking as though for the whole world to hear and my 2nd bro squatting down a while because he was tired. Sometimes, actually most of the times, there is no difference between my mum talking and shouting. I always tell her i think she cong shan shang lai de. You know, like when they call out each other from the mountain top to the bottom. haha.&amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;anyway, through all of this, i still had fun.&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't trade 'glamness' for fun. It's not like i have any 'glamness' to&amp;nbsp;trade with in the&amp;nbsp;first place.haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The other day, when i came back from work, Titanic was on Channel 5. I was supposedly watching it but&amp;nbsp;didn't pay much attention to it because i've watched&amp;nbsp;it like a thousand times. But there was this part when Jack said: 'I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up.' This kind of inspired me, or even gave me a little bit of courage. Because i am terrified of the unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-737526641555922294?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/737526641555922294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=737526641555922294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/737526641555922294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/737526641555922294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/ahhh-i-love-waking-up-late-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-6799268573002814885</id><published>2011-02-09T18:06:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:35:03.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do not downplay my experience. Just because you are older and has gone through more does not mean my experience is any less significant in my life. Yes, you shouldn't give advice, just listen. I should have known when to stop instead of persisting on with something i know I would never get from you. I am trying my hadest to pull your opinions down from the top and slowly pushing mine up, because the frustrating thing is, I am easily affected by what you say. From something I feel so proud of, to shattered pieces under the force of your words. I want to enjoy the freedom of feeling however I want to and not let you dictate what I should be feeling proud of. It sounds so easy when I said it, but you think I'd be feeling this way if it were like a walk in the park? You think you are giving, but you are taking away more than you know. It will make you feel better about yourself, but not the one who made that possible. Sometimes the simplest of things are the hardest to get. You know how it feels when you see that excited face beaming with pride as she listens to your story. For once, I would love to see that face too. All I ask for is your acknowledgment and to feel proud of me. But it's like a dog chasing its own tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6799268573002814885?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6799268573002814885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=6799268573002814885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6799268573002814885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6799268573002814885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-not-downplay-my-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-7200405987838725120</id><published>2011-01-26T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:56:25.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As i look into those eyes i thought could never falter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I could hear the waves crashing through the pillar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have never felt so scared in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the blistering cold, you pushed me to dive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Should have never put you on that pedastal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Who was i to think you'd never fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's so ridiculously high nobody could survive up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe you've finally threw your hands up because it's not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I could honestly say i never saw you the same since that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A part of me that has always been intact just ripped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You, of all people, should be blinded by all my insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But for the first time, you lifted your finger and pointed at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So if the world pointed to the vase where i hid it&lt;br /&gt;Try as i might, there is nothing for me to admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I would still hear the vase smash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Because it is the trust we don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-7200405987838725120?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-22637100.post-5083321392434671459</id><published>2011-01-24T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:01:28.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i learnt a lot of life skills from my newly appointed life skill coach yesterday! haha. we talked a lot about some interesting topics and i've realised a lot of things. i am definitely more 'knowledgeable' about certain things now haha. we used a lot of colourful metaphors to tell our 'story' in public! haha. but its quite disheartening to know some things, but they are the truth. anyway it was so fun talking to yx and kh though yn couldn't make it. but we were quite unlucky as we couldn't eat at both the places we planned to. one was full and the other was closed on alternate sundays. lol. and yesterday was that alternate sunday. but dinner at IKEA was fun! i was shocked at yx's appetite! and his princess cake was actually quite nice! haha. and i totally missed a heck of a good show! thanks to kh. at first tell me my 1 or 2 o clock and i was looking in the totally wrong direction at totally the wrong people. then later when i was finally looking at the right direction, he made me look at the wrong pair of socks. my spot was perfect because it was blocked by yx and his food. haha no la. we almost wanted to change my feng shui but it would be too obvious. in the end, the pair of socks left, and i didn't even get to see the colour of them. as kh said: zhen de hen mei you yuan. hanorh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-5083321392434671459?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-4351141851240801238</id><published>2011-01-22T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T10:01:38.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19/01/11&lt;br /&gt;Was a fun day. I had a blast! It was so good to see her again. And all the funny things we did. We went to check out rock&amp;amp;ash and there was this girl giving out discount flyers outside. Across it was another restaurant and we went to check that out also before making the big life changing decision we will ever make for that afternoon. Haha. Because we couldn't decide, I told her we should ask the girl from the other restaurant: do you think your restaurant or that restaurant is cheaper? So qian bian.Haha! Of course we didn't ask and our final decision was made. Rock&amp;amp;ash. It was not because of the discount flyer -wink wink- I'm serious. :p then comes deciding on what to order. It wasn't easy ( although we didn't have a lot to choose from). We came up with this genius plan. For me, it was a battle between dory fish and mushroom baked rice. For her it was a battle between kao ma ling shu( I insist on saying in mandarin!) or dory fish. So if the kao ma ling shu had beef she would take the dory fish and i would take the baked rice. If the kao ma ling shu doesn't have beef she would take it and i would take the dory fish. So basically it was up to her to see if she will take the kmls so that I will take the dory fish. If not, then she would take dory and i would take baked rice. I just repeated it so that it sounds more complicated than it is. Haha. But still. So genius right? After helped us ordered, she just remembered that she wanted spicy cheese fries too and there was another guy behind us in the queue. So when we are about to return to our seats she went back to the counter again and I saw the guy's face. It was awkward. Haha. I remembered as I dipped my fries into the cheese, I told her: eh this cheese is spicy leh! Then she said: because this is spicy cheese, remember? And I just said a dumb thing, yet again in front of her. We had quite a long lunch, eating and talking and stuff. Then came the bubble tree shop incident. So we just stood there staring at the menu above, I was unable to decide what to order. We stood there for a quite a while, laughing as she imitated the staff's accent (she was there the other time) and saying that the two staff standing behind the counter must be thinking why are these two people standing in front of the store and laughing. While I was deciding, she got to hear the conversation between the two staff. They must be feeling the same way as we did. After a long while, I decided not to buy anything and we left. It was so funny because can you imagine 2 people standing there in front of a store and kept laughing and walk away. We have just earned ourselves the title of weirdos to the 2 of them there. We finally settled at Starbucks to watch the movie '15'. While the videos were loading, we had our fun little beauty pageant event. It was so hilarious and one contestant managed to cling onto the top spot for some time while the other was getting pushed further behind as more contestants came into it. She couldn't believe my expert judgement. So yeah the movie was about the life of ah bengs in Singapore. I will forever remember this particular scene because it was so touching. It was more romantic than titanic. Haha. It was definitely worthy of the AWW SO SWEET moment for me. Haha! It was a nice movie with a lot of hokkien which i don't understand and outbursts of songs in hokkien. 小姐，可以做个朋友吗？不要这样dao leh。为什么你这样dao? These lovely words are said to a dustbin. And random stranger on the steet: eh 你们pon sch ah? 我也是。可以拿你的电话号马吗？2 ah bengs: 好ah. 以后你打给我们我们一起pon. Haha! After the movie we took lots of pictures pretty much the same pose. Her fringe ah, Aiyo. Haha! We also realized our potential to become horror movie actresses. Just look at us with our eyes wide open. Truly horrific. Guarantee to induce puke,nausea or putting one leg in front of the other repeatedly in quick motion in opposite direction. Hahaha. As we were walking back, we passed by bubble tree again. We should go and stand there again. Haha! Thanks soulmate for a wonderful day! :) I really enjoyed it and hope we can do it some time again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-4351141851240801238?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4351141851240801238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=4351141851240801238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4351141851240801238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4351141851240801238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/190111-was-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-6203134908117226598</id><published>2011-01-08T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:46:24.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here." - Richard Dawkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it will be okay. If it's not okay, it's not the end. - unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.-anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My happiness grows in direct proportion to my acceptance, and in inverse proportion to my expectations." - -- Michael J. Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6203134908117226598?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6203134908117226598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=6203134908117226598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6203134908117226598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6203134908117226598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-are-going-to-die-and-that-makes-us.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-9065803053042681085</id><published>2010-05-10T10:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:52:19.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm 2 days late in posting this but i wrote this on saturday&lt;br /&gt;but last saturday was one of the best and wonderful times in my life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a few days before dong xue asked me what time i'll be going to school today&lt;br /&gt;i only knew the day before so i told her on yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;she also asked me what was my favourite number&lt;br /&gt;i said i don't have but i like 3&lt;br /&gt;then she said we got telepathy and i'll know why tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering why she want to meet me before i go to school today&lt;br /&gt;I was so touched by what she did&lt;br /&gt;I told her I’ll be at the bus stop at 6.45am and when I reached the first floor I saw her standing afar&lt;br /&gt;when she saw me she pushed a something behind the pillar with her leg&lt;br /&gt;when i finally approached her she handed me this bag of 3 stalks of fake cushiony flowers and some snacks!&lt;br /&gt;and she told me that she only bought 3 stalks, that’s why we got telepathy!&lt;br /&gt;It’s so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;i'm really touched by the fact that she got up so early in the morning just to meet me and give me the flowers and snacks(because she could not come for the performance)&lt;br /&gt;and she was so thoughtful to give me some snacks in case i got hungry later at vch&lt;br /&gt;she is such an AWESOME friend! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;THANKS dong xue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guzheng family planned to camwhore the entire day&lt;br /&gt;and we did!&lt;br /&gt;our initial target was to hit over 100 photos but later we increased it to 200 haha&lt;br /&gt;i think we took close to 200 photos? or maybe more?&lt;br /&gt;we were damn busy, sweaty and all over the place but everything was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy on today!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, although the organization skills of the co teachers are really horrible, i shall not talk about that&lt;br /&gt;I really had fun camwhoring today and spending the day with my guzheng friends.&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by quite fast actually. Because I was really enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;then came the performance&lt;br /&gt;The performance was quite messy and all over the place but the audience couldn’t tell. So it was okay!&lt;br /&gt;when i got home and listened to what my 2nd brother recorded it sounded alright :)&lt;br /&gt;And I was sitting right smack in the centre at the first row.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone could get a clear view of me.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting backstage for our turn, I was damn nervous, because this time round my entire family and my friends came to support me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt quite pressured because playing in front of people you know makes you more stressed. When I got up the stage a heard my name being shouted a lot times&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised because i really didn't expect this&lt;br /&gt;i heard my mum first then somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;i heard nasuha and saiful and i'm not really sure about this but i heard atika and hui ying?&lt;br /&gt;then I saw my mother waving frantically at me and I waved back naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Then later I thought: oh no, I’m not supposed to wave.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw that my family is sitting in the centre the second row. So near me!&lt;br /&gt;then later I spotted nasuha, saiful and jia qiang also in the second row but at the side.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like wah all of them sit so near.&lt;br /&gt;Must be the kiasu type! I like! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;and I forgot to tune one of the strings and i only realised it when i started playing&lt;br /&gt;and I was like oh crap&lt;br /&gt;Then later when bowen was playing her solo I tried to shift my ma. then my friends told me they were like thinking: everyone sitting still, why is wanen shifting her ma. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Later my brothers told me that when I was shifting my ma, they said: see, she’s playing with her guzheng. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then after the performance my 2nd brother did something really shocking and surprising and amazing and OHMYGODDAMNSO AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;He actually stood up and started clapping enthusiastically and kept on shouting my name, like: wooh!! Wanen go!! Wanen!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that I was like laughing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;it's sooooo funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;because he's the only one who stood up&lt;br /&gt;I never thought he would do something like this.&lt;br /&gt;It really made me feel so happy inside! :D&lt;br /&gt;and I saw my mother smacking my 2nd brother’s arm to ask him to sit down. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;during the intermission I went to find nasuha, saiful and jia qiang and my family. The borats gave me my present, which is a mug that says ‘best actress’ with a lot of balls and chocolate inside. And also a flower!&lt;br /&gt;when i saw them i hugged all of them!&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that they came to support me!&lt;br /&gt;and atika gave me a rose!&lt;br /&gt;I think zhong yun and hui yun requested to meet my 2nd brother because they saw what he did for me at the end of the performance and I brought them to meet my family.&lt;br /&gt;Later yu lin and chun yan came to find me and I think they saw my family too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was thinking wah after what my 2nd bro did, he became an instant celebrity and so many people wanted to meet him! haha!&lt;br /&gt;Saiful later told me he kept calling my name! haha!&lt;br /&gt;My brothers later asked me: eh you sure you got play? (jokingly) haha!&lt;br /&gt;But the downside of today is that it’s my last performance in jc and also last time together with cca people.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just found out that actually my big bro wanted to give me standing ovation also but my 2nd brother passed the camera to him and he could not stand.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if the both of them stood and clapped and shouted my name. haha!&lt;br /&gt;actually i forgot who told me that she thought the person who stood up and clapped and shouted was some enthu chinese man who loved the music lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's so funny and amazing because the bond between me and my brothers is so special&lt;br /&gt;i have always been the crazy one and always will be, joking and playing around with them&lt;br /&gt;they are not used to seeing me so serious and proper(during the performance)&lt;br /&gt;so it's like they decided to joke back with me by being so crazy to stand up and keep clapping and shouting my name&lt;br /&gt;even though the performance wasn't really that awesome&lt;br /&gt;you know this kind of special relationship is really indescribable&lt;br /&gt;i really feel really lucky to have 2 such wonderful brothers who love me like crazy&lt;br /&gt;and i love them like crazy! :D (can be in literal sense)&lt;br /&gt;and I feel so happy knowing that so many people supports me and I have a wonderful fantastic awesome incredible family and friends!!&lt;br /&gt;i remember in the dressing room after the performance&lt;br /&gt;Gwen said my family is damn nice/funny (can't remember the exact word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's why i'm like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(after she found out the guy doing the solo standing ovation was my 2nd brother) when i heard that i was so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's really a huge compliment to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and coming from gwen haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh during the intermission i found out that my dad wasn't there and my brother told me that he went to park the car and never came in lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so it's only my mum, my big bro and his gf and my 2nd bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the end of the day, I smsed dong xue to thank her again for her snacks and told her about the performance and how happy I was and I told her a lot of people shouted my name, then she replied: I should record my voice beforehand and shout your name together with the rest of the people. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then the next day when myla replied me she said next time she’ll make banner for me to make it up to me(because she couldn’t make it also) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;photos on fb! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BIG THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;atika for the rose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dong xue for the flowers and snacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;borats (nasuha, saiful and jia qiang) for my bday present and the flower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my 2nd brother for doing such a crazy thing for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my big brother, who wanted to the same crazy thing for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;those who came and supported me!(which includes people above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my guzheng family for the wonderful times! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS FOR SUPPORTING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;ME! :D:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh when i finally reached home on saturday nightmy mum told me that my brothers suggested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to go eat mac the next morning at 6am&lt;br /&gt;because my 2nd bro have to return to camp and my big bro is going to run to train for ippt&lt;br /&gt;and she said she and i could go run afterwards, which we did&lt;br /&gt;i think it's so crazy because i only slept for 4 hours on friday night&lt;br /&gt;and after surviving a very very hectic day of rehearsal, camwhoring and performance with only 4 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;i still got up at 5.30 on sunday morning, after having slept for 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;so for 2 days, i only had 9 hours of sleep, which is definitely not enough for me&lt;br /&gt;but i slept for 10 hours today! :)&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/22637100-9065803053042681085?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9065803053042681085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=9065803053042681085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/9065803053042681085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/9065803053042681085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-2-days-late-in-posting-this-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-2532411682324685036</id><published>2010-04-25T13:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:20:54.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;everyone wants people to treat them nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;in a chilling cold weather, would you rather drink a cup of hot chocolate or a cup of icy cold water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;i think the answer is obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;so is the truth lying in fron of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;the feeling is indescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;when your feelings don't match your actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's like screaming in space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;no one can hear you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and no one can even see that you are screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's like you want to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;but didn't know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's like you want to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;but didn't know how to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's like you want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;but didn't know how to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and the moment just passed you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;you have missed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and now comes regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;how you wish to turn back time to the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;you would've done something different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;but you can never go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and the regret's here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;soon will come a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;when we realise that it's not the amount of things we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's the things we don't say that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;soon will come a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;when we realise when it comes down to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's those who doesn't say much that shines so much brighter than those who says a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;what is real and what is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and if we are mature enough to realise it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;like a diamond in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it won't be right smack in front of you for you to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;that's the beauty of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;there's a reason for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's just whether you bother to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;nth my not silence for is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-2532411682324685036?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-5564285828652241393</id><published>2010-04-18T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:43:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;如果你做人能做得那么绝......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-5564285828652241393?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5564285828652241393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=5564285828652241393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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learn a lot from my life in jc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6619088778331857388?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6619088778331857388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=6619088778331857388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6619088778331857388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6619088778331857388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-curse-its-just-youre-damn-suay.html' 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It was so comical. It was an exaggerated tired walking. I told my big bro : confirm that one is him. See, walk until like that. Nobody would walk like that.&lt;br /&gt;It’s either him or I just insulted a random stranger. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Actually I’m not that confident that it’s him, but I just have that feeling it would be him.&lt;br /&gt;And it really is! When we saw him carrying all his stuff walking towards us.&lt;br /&gt;He brought a lot of stuff back, like food, chocolates and souvenirs!&lt;br /&gt;And the kind of chocs he bought was damn unique.&lt;br /&gt;I found it very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;decided not to show the pic because some ppl might not be able to take it&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;he also bought me this Winnie the pooh that can play and dance and also a Patrick mallet when you hit it will have the boing~ sound. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S7SyL49_MLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/OuRD_8eGbGs/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455180965993197746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S7SyL49_MLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/OuRD_8eGbGs/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He told us that most of the stuff he bought is at bargained price.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum was like wah my son has learnt the way of his mother.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my big bro drove us there but my 2nd bro drove us back.&lt;br /&gt;He just got his drivers license and wanted to try to drive.&lt;br /&gt;At first I wasn’t so confident because I didn’t want to die(kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;but I just don’t want anything to happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, with the guidance of my mum and my big bro, he drove us back.&lt;br /&gt;And on the car, I was sitting behind. From behind, when I looked at my 2nd bro in the driver’s seat, driving, I told my mum: you see. Your son grow up already hor. Can drive le.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit like how a mother would when her child has grown up and starts to do stuff that adults would do.&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s because the age difference between my 2nd bro and I is smaller than with my big bro, so it’s like we grow up together and do everything together since young, and now he knows how to drive le, makes me feel like this is a new stage in his life, he is slowing becoming an adult.&lt;br /&gt;He is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m used to feeling like we are still kids. I remember the times when none of us knew how to drive, now, the 2 of them knows how to drive, except me.&lt;br /&gt;but that means they can drive me around! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i felt the same way when my big bro first started driving, but when I saw my 2nd bro driving, it felt more weird because for my big bro, because he’s the eldest, so naturally, he’s more responsible and the adult figure among us 3, so it’s not that weird.&lt;br /&gt;But for my 2nd bro, I still view him as a kid and have the feeling that we are still kids.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it’s a bigger step for him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we all have to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;But I know we will forever act like kids, be childish and have fun together. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dancing pooh! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1aba7ad89373c597" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-1314866361625518902</id><published>2010-03-22T16:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:33:10.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i alighted at my opposite my house bus stop just now&lt;br /&gt;and something amazing happened&lt;br /&gt;it was raining heavily and i didn't have an umbrella so i couldn't cross the road&lt;br /&gt;i was calling my big bro to ask him to come down and fetch me&lt;br /&gt;then i don't know why i turned around&lt;br /&gt;and this just asked if i wanted to share umbrella with her&lt;br /&gt;soooooo damn nice la!&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a complete stranger to her and yet she offered&lt;br /&gt;i kept saying thank you to her&lt;br /&gt;omg i won't forget her kindness!&lt;br /&gt;how many strangers would offer to share umbrella with you?&lt;br /&gt;i told my big bro about this and he said: rare hor?&lt;br /&gt;me: but she doesn't sound local&lt;br /&gt;him: yeah you think singaporeans would share meh?&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah lor, if it were me, i wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;him: see?&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;so i wanted to blog today because of this and another thing&lt;br /&gt;earlier today my big bro smsed to ask what time i'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, when i was going to open the door, i saw him coming out from my room&lt;br /&gt;i went on to open the metal front door and when i turned around he was standing half a metre away from me already&lt;br /&gt;i was like woah since when he became so fast&lt;br /&gt;then later he slide the glass panel dividing the balcony and the living room close&lt;br /&gt;and asked me to stay where i am&lt;br /&gt;while he ran off&lt;br /&gt;so sneaky!&lt;br /&gt;then when i'm finally allowed to entered, i asked him what was that?&lt;br /&gt;he didn't say&lt;br /&gt;so i entered my room and i saw this huge bag of stuff on my table&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked, I kept staring at that thing&lt;br /&gt;so that’s why he’s so sneaky!&lt;br /&gt;it was my birthday present!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;before i opened, i asked him what it was&lt;br /&gt;he said it's something i can wear&lt;br /&gt;hhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;it turns out to be a spongebob cushion and a spongebob trash can!&lt;br /&gt;omg! i was ecstatic la!&lt;br /&gt;it's like i got the whole package of spongebob already!&lt;br /&gt;dong xue gave me a spongebob pencil case, now i have a spongebob cushion and spongebob trash can!&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;my big bro said: you're the first person i see who's so happy about getting a trash can&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where my present was when i entered the room, except that it was still wrapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3Z-LSi0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/OtOaxLuuljQ/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451386793281882946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3Z-LSi0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/OtOaxLuuljQ/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;spongebob cushion! cute right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3ZdqQSLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Tq1vYKoQ0nQ/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451386784553388210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3ZdqQSLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Tq1vYKoQ0nQ/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this is what my big bro is referring to when he said it's something i can wear haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3Y7xzEJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/j9NM2enSPsE/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451386775458222226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3Y7xzEJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/j9NM2enSPsE/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spongebob cushion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3YEHhYiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Boy0HinjGNw/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451386760516952610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3YEHhYiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Boy0HinjGNw/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spongebob trash can face #1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3XwrEYHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6p8sc2GU4CE/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451386755297337458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3XwrEYHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6p8sc2GU4CE/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spongebob trash can face #2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2h7RsCbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bJP1y0EJjRM/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451385830430738866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2h7RsCbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bJP1y0EJjRM/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face #3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2haJmdgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/b9r70kp4pUM/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451385821538448898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2haJmdgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/b9r70kp4pUM/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the pencil case dong xue gave me. before i opened the present she told me it's something i could use in my uni. lol! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2g18QTvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/IIrUMBRF_Bk/s1600-h/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451385811818794738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2g18QTvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/IIrUMBRF_Bk/s320/IMG_0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pile of 22 PLASTIC BAGS that dong xue used to wrapped my present! at first it was big enough to look like a bag, but as i unwrap, it became smaller until i suspected that she might have wrapped a peanut! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2ghpiy1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/I8tFO1USsvs/s1600-h/IMG_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451385806371605330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2ghpiy1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/I8tFO1USsvs/s320/IMG_0234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another look at the pile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2gPnHVcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5KwrcQzRgSY/s1600-h/IMG_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451385801529578946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c2gPnHVcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5KwrcQzRgSY/s320/IMG_0222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just heard from my mum that a lady offered to share umbrella with her just now too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i guess maybe it's not that uncommon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nonetheless, i'm still very grateful towards that lady! :)&lt;/div&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/22637100-1314866361625518902?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1314866361625518902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=1314866361625518902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1314866361625518902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1314866361625518902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-alighted-at-my-opposite-my-house-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6c3Z-LSi0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/OtOaxLuuljQ/s72-c/IMG_0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-5638504616042467524</id><published>2010-03-19T19:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:04:51.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok here's a brief summary of my holidays so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/03- went to suntec city for 2010 IT show to look for camera with my big bro and his gf. had dinner at manhattan fish market around 8 plus. the service is very good and the portions are big until we had to da bao home. lol. the second time this happened. the quality of the food was also good. saw a bunch of nj people who sat beside us. returned home around 10plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/03-after my guitar lesson, my big bro and i went to suntec city to actually buy the camera. we finally bought the canon ixus 105. we ended up leaving late because there were a lot of things to settle and it was all over the place and it was jam packed with people so it's difficult to move around. my big bro says you can experience india every three months in singapore. lol. the initial plan was to go running with dx at 5.30pm but it rained so me and my big bro packed some snacks home. reached home around 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/03-went boratic outing to seoul garden. the buffet was until 4pm and that's when we left, on the dot. haha. jq was the soup manager and nas and i found our secret talent for making ice kachang. we can start an ice kachang business and an orf(oldruralfemale) store across num. lol. busy eating pictures will be on fb. haven't upload yet. after that went shopping with my mum at jp. reached home around 10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/03-went ice skating with myla. it was both our first time there. luckily i knew how to roller blade, so that helped a bit. but the music they play was like those elegant graceful music but we're skating like so not graceful, like random spasms throughout, trying to keep balance. myla skated until she was sweating. haha. although they claimed to be the biggest ice skating rink in sg, it's disappointingly small. at night i went bowling with my big bro. i lost both rounds to him. the first round was okay and the second round became worse. my max ball speed was 14km/h and his was 20++km/h, that's why i could never strike! not enough force to strike all the pins down. then went to eat pepper lunch. my 2nd bro wasn't here because he's training in taiwan. reached home around 10plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna say thanks to all those who wished me happy birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad- the first person! immediately after he came back from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big bro- came out of his room a while after my dad. he wanted to give me something enclosed in his fist. when he grabbed my hand and tried to give me the thing, i had a spastic struggle because i thought he was going to put dead cockroach or some creepy crawlies in my hand. he actually just wanted to give me a mint sweet. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd bro- he called back from taiwan but i wasn't home to answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via sms: huey fen, myla, kok haw, hui yun, you jing, suying, atika, sarannya, valerie, gwen, bok, yu xuan, fiona, hui ying, miao ling, pamela, dong xue, zhong yun,daisy, sean, chunjing, kaywei, jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via fb(including those that's auto) jovita, caleb, qini, jolene, soon lai, see mun, leeling, venus, atiqah, jason, zheng han, syafinah, siying, kelyn, yuan zhi, jocelyn, weiling, dong xue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;presents: hui ying &amp;amp; you jing, liu xin, hui yun, kaywei, bowen, xuemu, carol, yuan ting, mum, myla, gwen, dong xue, atika &amp;amp; sarannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17/03- went for guzheng camp in the morning. left in the afternoon for medical appointment at NUH. i was surprised to see my mum's friend and my guzheng senior at some pharmacy there. what a small world. then dong xue met me to pass me my present. then i went Shin Kushiya for family dinner for my birthday. the food was great. esp the cod fish roe pasta and the cheese sushi! reached home around 11 plus. then as requested by dong xue, i asked my big bro to help me video down the process of opening my present. she wanted to see my reaction. at first, i doubt whether i'll have any reaction but i ended being quite whiney in the video -.- and a lot of reactions. i'll upload the video soon if possible. all i can say is, i didn't expect her to do this back to me x10 times the impact but it was fun unwrapping the present this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/03- went guzheng camp in the morning. left in the afternoon for lsf gathering/bonding session. later went home to bathe and went back to tiong bahru to meet ES.we explored the malls in the area and ate dinner at bukit panjang plaza de xing wang taiwan cafe. went back to lot 1 to take bus back. reached home around 11 plus. we made our names represent different characteristics. wanen means bochap( i also don't know why lol), kok haw means complain. yu xuan means bitchy. lol and kh told me that his bro knows who i am because in PRIMARY 1, i repeat, PRIMARY 1, i wore this kuku specs and had this red bag and his bro thought that i look like liang xi mei. so long already still rmb leh! haha. i didn't know my look could make such a deep impression. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i realised this is not a brief summary at all. haha. i will upload the photos/video soon.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is i still haven't started any of my hw! so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i wanted to share something i heard from the lsf session but i don't know why can't copy and paste here. too lazy to type now. i'll do it another day then :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-8526300235553320639</id><published>2010-03-04T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:13:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you gain some you lose some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;screw it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-8526300235553320639?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-22637100.post-3523426961930885039</id><published>2010-02-16T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:09:20.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay so i went to explore haji lane with yu xuan and kok haw today&lt;br /&gt;it's quite interesting except that most of the shops were closed&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind going back again&lt;br /&gt;and it was a very short adventure&lt;br /&gt;i was like: huh? end already ah?&lt;br /&gt;it's really just one lane&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh! there's this buidling called parkview square&lt;br /&gt;i think it looks very nice, like batman gotham city style kind of building&lt;br /&gt;pictures are on facebook&lt;br /&gt;i'm very satisfied with the pictures because they are very clear! :D&lt;br /&gt;then we went tampines&lt;br /&gt;went to what mall is that called again?&lt;br /&gt;then it was like 5 plus already and i had to go off soon for dinner at my mum's friend's house&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember squirrel nut! haha&lt;br /&gt;today was fun because we said a lot of funny stuff and laughed a lot&lt;br /&gt;too bad yan ngee couldn't make it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm thinking of switching to tumblr because it looked quite cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;maybe someday when i have the time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3523426961930885039?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3523426961930885039/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-22637100.post-464149290764206584</id><published>2010-02-13T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:17:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i won't forget who you are&lt;br /&gt;but i'll forget who you are to me&lt;br /&gt;that's as good as not having known you at all&lt;br /&gt;all the moments in time&lt;br /&gt;turn to shiny dusts&lt;br /&gt;and fly away to a place that will never be found&lt;br /&gt;because you let go&lt;br /&gt;so i let go&lt;br /&gt;with these tired hands&lt;br /&gt;shaking from gripping on to a rope&lt;br /&gt;that only slips away&lt;br /&gt;like a child who first lost grip of his balloon&lt;br /&gt;he chases after it&lt;br /&gt;desperately trying to catch it&lt;br /&gt;but at that moment,&lt;br /&gt;the string brushes against his hand and floats up into the sky&lt;br /&gt;the balloon has slipped in front of his eyes&lt;br /&gt;he feels sad&lt;br /&gt;but then he took a step back&lt;br /&gt;and saw that the balloon floating against the clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;it actually looked beautiful and he smiled&lt;br /&gt;because at that moment, he has let go&lt;br /&gt;from his heart&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in life, you just have to let go&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much you fight inside&lt;br /&gt;it's just your fight with yourself&lt;br /&gt;like heck, it's not as though the person knows you're fighting&lt;br /&gt;things i do not say does not mean i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i've noticed and honestly it makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;things i do not do does not mean i don't want to, but i don't know how to&lt;br /&gt;don't look at me like i'm dead to you&lt;br /&gt;don't look at me like i'm not there&lt;br /&gt;don't look at me but see past me&lt;br /&gt;whatever your reasons, i do miss it&lt;br /&gt;because it brought laughter to me&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling inside the whole time&lt;br /&gt;like you're desperately trying to speak&lt;br /&gt;but left speechless upon the first word&lt;br /&gt;like you wanna do something&lt;br /&gt;but left numb upon the first movement&lt;br /&gt;i do care, but on the outside, i look like a block of cold hard ice&lt;br /&gt;i need to be hammered to break the front&lt;br /&gt;you know the nagging feeling that tells you it's time to let something go&lt;br /&gt;well, it's not really here yet&lt;br /&gt;i'm just waiting for the moment&lt;br /&gt;for something to see&lt;br /&gt;for something to hear&lt;br /&gt;for something to tell me&lt;br /&gt;it's time to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not talk much about you&lt;br /&gt;but it's all for the better&lt;br /&gt;so i won't curse it&lt;br /&gt;if you have someone in mind, you're probably wrong&lt;br /&gt;because i do not care enough about you&lt;br /&gt;to write something about you&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-22637100.post-1010758377922705761</id><published>2010-01-27T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:06:01.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i went to watch alvin and the chipmunks 2 today&lt;br /&gt;storyline wasn't as good as i thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;but i got to see theodore! haha&lt;br /&gt;but my bag was damn screwed&lt;br /&gt;because i smuggled subway in and the barley water spilled into my bag&lt;br /&gt;so my pencil box and all the stationary are screwed, my guzheng nails are screwed, my calculator was screwed and my newly bought socks!&lt;br /&gt;everything's screwed!&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing was that at the end of the movie&lt;br /&gt;i put my pencil box on my lap and when i lift it up&lt;br /&gt;the barley water that was secretly stored inside spilled onto my skirt&lt;br /&gt;i swear it looked damn wrong and spot where i got wet&lt;br /&gt;and gwen was like barley doesn't stain right?&lt;br /&gt;i was like: barley stains?!&lt;br /&gt;luckily it didn't&lt;br /&gt;and my bag was reduced to a lump of thing inside a watsons plastic bag lol&lt;br /&gt;although my bag was screwed it was still okay today :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;love the stuff at forever 21 :)&lt;br /&gt;something's different recently....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;feel so UNORIGINAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1010758377922705761?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-2240205022905675036</id><published>2010-01-26T17:06:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:58:29.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;again, didn't have the chance to blog that day&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to do it, 3 days later lol&lt;br /&gt;okay i went hort park with nas jq and saiful to celebrate jq's birdday&lt;br /&gt;we met at je&lt;br /&gt;as usual, nas and saiful were the latest&lt;br /&gt;they are the best&lt;br /&gt;around 4 plus i called them they still buying cake&lt;br /&gt;no wait, they were still trying to find a cake&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and i'm on top of nas's list! because i owe her since last august and among the 'impressive' list i seemed to owe the most money&lt;br /&gt;but i finally returned already! finally&lt;br /&gt;that means i no longer topping the list X)&lt;br /&gt;oh! i was the 'flash' girl that day because&lt;br /&gt;i wore this shirt that says 'flash!' in front and when&lt;br /&gt;nas first saw me she saw the flash!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know it was so aa (even though i meant for it to be)&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;we da bao pizza to go there and picnic&lt;br /&gt;our attempt of a picnic was awesome&lt;br /&gt;we had a lot of 'company' as we ate lol&lt;br /&gt;when we first reached there was this hyderabad road there&lt;br /&gt;then we were like: eh we reached karthik's place&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;soon we caught eye of a geisha at the information place&lt;br /&gt;when we were about to ask how to go to this awesome place&lt;br /&gt;with a big white chair we saw on the map (later we found out it had been vandalised. dang those kids! haha)&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, we were there and nas saw this geisha&lt;br /&gt;i think they were cosplay and having photoshoot there&lt;br /&gt;i thought she was a bride or something trying to nbe unique&lt;br /&gt;yeah so we followed her intensely&lt;br /&gt;actually following intensely means chasing like crap after her&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it involves running X)&lt;br /&gt;i felt like we were paparazzi, chasing some superstar with a camera&lt;br /&gt;we chased her for quite a distance and she stopped&lt;br /&gt;then we tried to take a picture of her in a subtle professional paparazzi manner&lt;br /&gt;so we pretended to take a picture of us in front but actually she'll be in the picture, just behind&lt;br /&gt;the pictures are on fb can go see&lt;br /&gt;you can see that the pictures i have with nas there's always a geisha behind somewhere in the background&lt;br /&gt;then there's this picture you will ask wah who took this damn professional photo&lt;br /&gt;it's the one with 90% of my face and 10% of nas's face&lt;br /&gt;it was our independent attempt to take a picture with the geisha&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, there's no geisha in that photo&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;but all the pictures with the geisha are mostly of her back&lt;br /&gt;then later nas said that the geisha face look mean, not nice&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;we saw some pretty nice nature-y stuff&lt;br /&gt;like there are the little 'houses' for people to rest in&lt;br /&gt;then we had our meal at this house&lt;br /&gt;and we took more cheese packets than we need from the pizza hut&lt;br /&gt;i have proof! all nas fault, so glutton! XD&lt;br /&gt;we created busyeating.com&lt;br /&gt;as seen from the pictures, our spokesperson, saiful, is always busy eating&lt;br /&gt;we have pictures from all angles hahah&lt;br /&gt;then we came to this fish tank&lt;br /&gt;and we made up a love story of this 2 fish which were shy to 'mate' lol&lt;br /&gt;i pity the fish&lt;br /&gt;they didn't know what was going on and there's this 4 crazy people outside helping them create story about themselves lol&lt;br /&gt;we were like: aiya, don't act shy la ( when the fish swam past each other and swam away)&lt;br /&gt;we also saw this golf cart and we wanted to drive it around&lt;br /&gt;so after our break, we saw this empty one then quickly sat on it and took a picture before anyone saw us&lt;br /&gt;nas and i also laid 2 gigantic eggs!&lt;br /&gt;we imagined like we're in the amazing race&lt;br /&gt;we were apparently forever the last team&lt;br /&gt;there were these 2 roadblocks&lt;br /&gt;one was this ball of thing and another one where we had to roll the ball into the centre&lt;br /&gt;we got stuck at the 2nd one for 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;okay la not that long lol&lt;br /&gt;then it started to turn dark&lt;br /&gt;we planned to walk to henderson wave to eat cake then continue further down&lt;br /&gt;but after eating the cake, we decided to go back as it's a safer route&lt;br /&gt;so we walked like 2.4 km? back and forth lol&lt;br /&gt;while walking we had some interesting music to accompany us&lt;br /&gt;thanks to jq lol&lt;br /&gt;we played that song while eating the cake too&lt;br /&gt;at long last we finally made it out, after walking don't know how much and sweating how much hahaha&lt;br /&gt;it was very fun, although we had to walk a lot&lt;br /&gt;it's some sort of an adventure, and we're damn appropriately dressed for such activities&lt;br /&gt;saiful said my birthday go sungei buloh lol&lt;br /&gt;but we had to delay jq's present because it's damn rush the arrangement and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! when i got home that day i was in my bros' room&lt;br /&gt;then i had this spastic face on and i kept looking at them&lt;br /&gt;first my big bro, then i turned to my 2nd bro&lt;br /&gt;then he kept turning back to look and i had to keep taht spastic face up&lt;br /&gt;out of curiosity, i wanted to see how that spastic face looked like&lt;br /&gt;i was lazy to get a mirror and since i had my camera with me i decided to take a picture of myself with that face to see how it looks like&lt;br /&gt;turns out it's very spastic&lt;br /&gt;then i tried different expressions, see the degree of spasticness&lt;br /&gt;then my big bro was sitting on the bed looking at me with the weird look and said: eh you cam whore ah?&lt;br /&gt;then later i thought, why be spastic myself&lt;br /&gt;i should let them enjoy my spasticness also&lt;br /&gt;so i took pictures with my 2nd bro and also my big bro when he came back into the room&lt;br /&gt;what a spastic night so fun!&lt;br /&gt;i like the spastic pictures!&lt;br /&gt;my mouth was so big it could fit a watermelon in most of the pictures&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here are the 2 spastic picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S165R_iN8wI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8H3LvlzgN3Q/s1600-h/SANY2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430981919419265794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S165R_iN8wI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8H3LvlzgN3Q/s320/SANY2257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S165RpPJzeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bNphHEWgN_U/s1600-h/SANY2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430981913433722338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S165RpPJzeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bNphHEWgN_U/s320/SANY2263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S16686a2ovI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dBh2EbOgo-g/s1600-h/SANY2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430983756292203250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S16686a2ovI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dBh2EbOgo-g/s320/SANY2251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from the random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; spasticness album XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here's one with my big bro granting my wish of being a siao cha bo XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh, a great idea for online game character name character: swordsman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;name: swooshswoosh character: gunman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;name: pewpews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;character: hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;name: stabstabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as created by my 2nd bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think it's ingenious, it's so easy to remember the character type if you have multiple characters lolololololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-2240205022905675036?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2240205022905675036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=2240205022905675036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-3523899076415103537</id><published>2010-01-25T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:48:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i will never forget that look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that look as though I'm dead to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;why did you kill me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3523899076415103537?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3523899076415103537/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-family:verdana;"&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;i went out with Gwen on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;didn't get the chance to blog about it&lt;br /&gt;so i'm doing it now haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We were walking out of school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We were talking about mitchel musso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;i told her his surname spelled backwards is ossum (pronounced awesome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;not orsarm (as pronounced by Gwen lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and then i asked her to guess my surname spelled backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she thought i was going to say something smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I just said “ gnnnn” like what kay wei told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she couldn’t stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Until she wanted to die but cannot stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;it was the moment and the way i said it that made it so farney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got my turn on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were talking talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then I made this noise for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;she asked what noise is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i said it’s my signature noise(as if)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;it’s some low growl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;then she imitated this voice like when you win lottery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;and the person is announcing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;so she said: congratulations you just won the lottery! (~growl~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I laughed until I wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I couldn’t stop but my ears cheeks and stomach were freaking painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was running out of breath but I couldn’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s those kind of feeling you feel you’re in so much pain that you would rather die than continue laughing but you just can’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;okay maybe it's not funny when i said it here but at that moment ooohhhhmmmmmyyyggggooooddddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We weredamn crappy and crapped throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we went ion to exchange her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then went borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then walking all the way to plaza sing. Stopped by 313 on the way. Almost died. Like marathon. Went hmv. Realized we like the same awesome taste in comedy as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we both liked how I met your mother, especially barney stinson, friends etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We also discovered more stuff in common and like the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We both have en in our names.(copy me! XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both our bros have shang in their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had dinner at ajisen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gwen admit it it’s worth the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she was complaining it’s damn fattening but still kept eating. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i remember i asked her about her crazy wedding idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She said the same stuff that I’ve thought about. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I told her I had the most craziest one she cannot beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She said: outer space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I kept quiet because she’s right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How could she have known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then I try to comfort myself by saying I bet you couldn’t beat what I imagined what would happen there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And she described this champange thing and bubbles of champagne will float around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;sounds damn fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I was like: damnit, her idea was better than mine. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She beat my ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On the bus home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;we were talking about ambitions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;i asked her to guess what was my first ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My clue: you could change history if you get lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She answered: plumber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then we had our laughing fits again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My god. Had a blast today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Gonna have 6 packs tmr from all the laughing. Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But then ate the value set meal for ajisen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;don’t think about the fat running through your body! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;when i came home i was damn full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;i haven't eaten full meals for a long time already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;i swore I couldn’t bend down. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was quite crazy but fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the bus stop waiting for bus to go home&lt;br /&gt;we g&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ot reminded of the jokes that almost made us die today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She said she thinking of me as a troll rolling around in mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;at least now i know we have the same frequency &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;my big bro always shows me random funny/lame/cute videos&lt;br /&gt;and here's one he showed me recently&lt;br /&gt;i was in my spastic giggling fits when i was watching it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J8QXqN35fY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J8QXqN35fY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================&lt;br /&gt;how it feels&lt;br /&gt;to take it all in&lt;br /&gt;and never speak a word of it&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-9160877240568512710?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9160877240568512710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=9160877240568512710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/9160877240568512710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/9160877240568512710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-i-went-out-with-gwen-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-7491102381672435849</id><published>2010-01-19T21:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:29:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really vreally vreally vreally vreally hard to not think it's a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i went to watch 'jump' with dong xue today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i thought it would be awesome because it's by stephen chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but then it didn't live up to my expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all i can say it's really bland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like white porridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the funny thing was today while we were eating before the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dx: why you suddenly wanna watch this movie ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: i thought you wanted to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dx: i thought you wanted to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: no, i thought YOU wanted to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dx: huh? i thought YOU wanted to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we were going like this back and forth for don't know how long and our eyes grew bigger with each response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha! we really dai gou leh. this kind of thing also can miscommunicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she said next time must hire a translator for us :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 blur sotongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it turns out that something something happened and we're both okay with watching the movie so we agreed and secretly we thought the other wanted to watch it more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i'm still guessing what was the present she prepared for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;although she won't tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all she said was ask my brother video my response when i opened the present and put on youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she cannot wait to see my response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmmm i really wonder what can make me have such a huge big humongous enormous gigantic blastic response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i almost got the answer today: ba mao de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because she said something to do with watsons but not from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and it's evil? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! something ironic happened today&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, while i was on the bus&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;i am in a point in my life where i wanted to do something else other than studying the most&lt;br /&gt;and yet i must be putting my all into studying&lt;br /&gt;it's like a test of tolerance&lt;br /&gt;i'm just doing this for the sake of it&lt;br /&gt;and then when i entered school&lt;br /&gt;there was this banner that said: live your dream&lt;br /&gt;from the hockey team&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking: yeah...i want to...but not here...i really can't live it here...&lt;br /&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/22637100-7491102381672435849?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7491102381672435849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=7491102381672435849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/7491102381672435849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/7491102381672435849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-really-really-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-3473411814984135639</id><published>2010-01-08T14:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:35:56.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just wanna share some really awesome dance(to me)&lt;br /&gt;this is a dance group called 'diversity'&lt;br /&gt;they won britain's got talent 2009&lt;br /&gt;i really liked them because they're talented dancers and very entertaining and creative&lt;br /&gt;they are the only dance group i've seen that always have surprises in every of their routines and makes me laugh haha&lt;br /&gt;they make the dance seemed fun :)&lt;br /&gt;should check out their other dance routines&lt;br /&gt;freaking awesome! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(double click both videos to watch the bigger version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJIz8BgRQc0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJIz8BgRQc0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a dance i saw a few years ago on the show called 'dance on sunset'this dance made a very deep impression on me because the choreography is awesome and the music is perfect their moves are like acting out the story of the song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V413EkYf8OE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V413EkYf8OE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3473411814984135639?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3473411814984135639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=3473411814984135639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3473411814984135639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3473411814984135639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-wanna-share-some-really-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-4617152027662009166</id><published>2010-01-05T22:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:05:30.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i went out with myla today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you can say it was a bit like an adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha sort of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because at first we headed to kap mac because she said she wanted to eat there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we were talking on the bus until we reached the stop already then realised we were supposed to alight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;luckily we alighted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then as we were walking there then she asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;where are we going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i said: i thought you said you wanted to eat here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she said: huh so early?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we were like we went to the wrong place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so then we planned to go queensway from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but didn't know how to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i called my big bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he's my walking talking map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i don't know how to go to a place i'll call him and ask him how to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;24/7 can call to ask for directions&lt;br /&gt;can even call in the middle of the night haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or i should try to call him from my bedroom one day ask him how to go to the kitchen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;love to see the annoyance on his face XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see i'm such a nice little sis X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but then he didn't picked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so we used her iphone to check the map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i think it wasn't very helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we crossed 3 overhead bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because we thought it was in this direction but it wasn't so we had to cross over and found out the bus we wanted to take was not at the bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so we crossed 3 times without getting anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;really like an awesome adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haven't even get started then get lost already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then the iphone scam us one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ask us to take don't know what bus to go to the last stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when the bus will pass by some queensway cl thing on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;luckily we saw that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so then in the end we decided to go orchard first then later go queensway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was quite an experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because we were talking about days before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we said it's really like dora huh, what an adventure lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it was fun because i don't mind getting lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i like figuring out how to go a certain place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but when you go out with some people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they get annoyed when you're lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they don't see the fun in finding your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but since we're both childish so it's like fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i learnt a lot about what she do with her brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she wrestles with him a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and we were talking about the stuff we do with our brothers when we were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apparently she did crazier stuff than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chase each other around on the bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and it's really fun when your siblings are as childish as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every day it's like play day with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i'm not as violent as her haha i can't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the most i'll do that is considered 'violent' would be to poke my brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because if they gang up on me i sure die one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i'm afraid of them poking me back because i'm ticklish like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh i also learnt that she has the yellow teletubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what's her name? i can't rmb lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and there's one thing that's quite true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;older brothers usually won't treat their younger sister like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean when we are playing haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah so went orchard and walked a lot of places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wanted to go orchard central&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but we took a long time to get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there were a lot of detours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh and we tried the drink naughty g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we had a bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we played sisscors paper stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the loser had to drink 3/4 of the drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when we bought the drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was fascinated by the ingredients they put inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i got scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i kept saying what if i turn into a man after i drank this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i took a picture before i drank it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to compare before and after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will i magically have mustache? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the had some horny goat leaf inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and what miracle molecule?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then also ginseng! it's the most fascinating concoction i've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;luckily i won the bet! i only had to drink 1/4 of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then afterwards i told myla that i felt weird in my stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i said maybe it's the drink taking effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the horny effect so she must get away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then she said wah so fast ah? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we also used her iphone application&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the morph different faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i swear i am the ugliest mona lisa you've ever since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;don't argue with me, even if you didn't want to in the first place haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my face was crooked! because she took a picture of me sideways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i was like omg i'm so damn freaking ugly! send me the picture now! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i was morphed into a macho man and marilyn monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at least myla looked okay as mona lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm a total flop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe my face too unique XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'll upload the pictures as soon as i got them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you'll see what i mean haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so don't piss me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because you may never know, one day i might just print a life size poster of any of the pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and paste them around  your house for you to admire! muahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think we spent more time walking than shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because we get lost sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it was fun talking about all sorts of nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and she saw the pervertic side of me haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and she knew i'm the co president of boratic empire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i told her our 2010 business focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it will be a success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but she's at the same level as me in her 'perverticity' level?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's the word she and her friend made up haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she actually knew something in this field that i didn't know haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and she told me this while we were outside the fish spa trying to steal their connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we went back kap mac to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after that i went to her house because i actually wanted to show her some videos and the connection wasn't good outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i told her there was one video i couldn't even watch for a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and she couldn't too &lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and she could also returned the notes and worksheets i lent her to help prepare for her o level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was shocked at how much i lent her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was like: i got lend you so many things meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but she said it helped her so i was glad to hear it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she said my amaths notes and chem notes are very useful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think so too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think i'm going to leave it to my children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she said: lol! i think by then they learn different stuff already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i have no plans of throwing them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they're really good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i found out that last year's o level history source based question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they used the same picture that my sec school used for prelims in 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the exact same one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but unfortunately she really didn't go through my prelim paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;omg if she did, then when she see the o level paper i think she'll be laughing like mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i was thinking, if that picture came out for my o level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i would be laughing like mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know cannot be so coincidental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it was close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a year apart only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah then we talked for a very long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i ate a bit of dinner at her house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i saw the show she was telling me about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the philippine version of 'big brother'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;omg i saw the girl she was talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no offence but she really looked like a maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;even she said so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and she's so auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i actually wanted to carry all the stuff back by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can train my arms haha but she and her dad helped me bring back to my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so it was nice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh, i must admit, after all the stories she told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she really has met more horrible people than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a day spent with laughter is a day spent right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and today can be sort of my warm up before my real adventure haha&lt;br /&gt;she can be my monkey partner like in dora&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i think she watches way too much dora&lt;br /&gt;she knows way too much about it already haha&lt;br /&gt;oh oh i got reminded of the music video my big bro showed me a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;i could never forget that music video&lt;br /&gt;it's the only music video that could make me cry&lt;br /&gt;i still cry now when i watch it&lt;br /&gt;the story and the sad song&lt;br /&gt;gurantee sob fest haha&lt;br /&gt;should go watch it! it's called 'because i'm a girl' by kiss&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm still stuck in 2009&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking that next year is 2010&lt;br /&gt;because i told myla that i'm scared for next year because i have to take a levels&lt;br /&gt;lol sorry i need more time to move on&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bit slow haha&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&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/22637100-4617152027662009166?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-1434909946354995504</id><published>2010-01-01T00:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:26:21.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm blogging again&lt;br /&gt;for the second time today&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;so today my big bro spam me with movies&lt;br /&gt;he first asked me to watch the blind side then marley and me then iron man&lt;br /&gt;i watched half of blind side yesterday and continued today&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it's just a lame football movie&lt;br /&gt;but actually it's not&lt;br /&gt;it's based on a true story and it's very touching&lt;br /&gt;i cried in the end&lt;br /&gt;then i went to do some research about the story behind the movie&lt;br /&gt;i desperately wanted to find the guy they said got shot in a gang fight when he was 21&lt;br /&gt;on his birthday&lt;br /&gt;in the movie they did focus on this person a few times but he never spoke&lt;br /&gt;then in the end i found out this person was actually very good in basketball in his high school team&lt;br /&gt;but because his grades were not good enough he couldn't continue school and had to drop out and joined a gang&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't find the article they featured in the movie&lt;br /&gt;i really felt sad for this person, and many others who had potential but did not have the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;imagine how great he would have been if he had the chance&lt;br /&gt;i think michael oher was very lucky&lt;br /&gt;the other person wasn't that lucky&lt;br /&gt;in the end i liked the movie so much and i liked the last part when they talk about this person&lt;br /&gt;i watched the last part repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;then my big bro asked me to watch marley and me&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it's just some movie about a dog&lt;br /&gt;but then he kept saying very touching very nice&lt;br /&gt;so since i at first thought the blind side wasn't nice but it turned out well&lt;br /&gt;so i thought maybe marley and me would be the same&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;omg it's 2 hours long&lt;br /&gt;and i really don't see the meaning in the movie&lt;br /&gt;my big bro said it's about every day life stuff&lt;br /&gt;i guess i don't quite understand yet&lt;br /&gt;but i cried in the end again for the second time today&lt;br /&gt;like crying marathon like that&lt;br /&gt;today i never lock the tap&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;when i watch movies the tap will become very loose&lt;br /&gt;then i said just let me watch the last 10 minutes of the movie can already&lt;br /&gt;don't need waste 1hour 50 mins of my time watching their every day life&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;then i watched iron man&lt;br /&gt;of course i didn't cry for this&lt;br /&gt;the tap not that loose&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;actually iron man is my least favourite superhero&lt;br /&gt;i don't classify him as a real superhero&lt;br /&gt;superheroes must have their own powers within&lt;br /&gt;not from something they build&lt;br /&gt;that's why i said to my big bro: he's not a real superhero. he wasn't bitten by iron. XD&lt;br /&gt;then he said: you think spiderman ah?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and i just realised it's actually 2010 already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so this is my first entry for this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1434909946354995504?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1434909946354995504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=1434909946354995504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1434909946354995504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1434909946354995504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-blogging-again-for-second-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-7912090187091423942</id><published>2009-12-31T10:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:21:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;last day of 2009&lt;br /&gt;what a year it has been&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing is that i never thought about my life after 2008&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i thought about my life before 2008 but it's like i never saw after 2008&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i also don't know what i'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and this time round, i will make a resolution not to make resolutions&lt;br /&gt;because i realised that if i wanna do something, i should just do it&lt;br /&gt;and not wait for that 'auspicious' day to start doing it&lt;br /&gt;because i know if i wait i can give myself a million reasons to not start it&lt;br /&gt;and i never will&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that 2009 opened my eyes to a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;and i experienced a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;the good ones and the bad ones&lt;br /&gt;and i needed that breaking point to realise something&lt;br /&gt;i took a step back and saw myself&lt;br /&gt;i climbed up the fence and saw the other side&lt;br /&gt;the side i needed to see&lt;br /&gt;it's like a hell hole if you're stuck on one side and couldn't see the other side&lt;br /&gt;and really, the other side is so much more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the good times&lt;br /&gt;and the bad times will be lessons to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and there are a lot of things that are not about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly feel like going on an adventure&lt;br /&gt;because for the most part of my life, it has been revolving around studies&lt;br /&gt;i really don't do much other than studying&lt;br /&gt;i know it's important but i want to do something else also&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm excited about the days after a levels&lt;br /&gt;i have so much time to do things that i wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;it may sound funny but last night on tv&lt;br /&gt;there's this part when they were showing the making of the lord of the rings&lt;br /&gt;and i told my brothers that how i wish i could live in those times like in the story&lt;br /&gt;like medieval times&lt;br /&gt;and go on adventures and stuff, help people hunt things etc&lt;br /&gt;it's like you'll be exposed to a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;and going on adventure means doing stuff that i'm afraid to do&lt;br /&gt;before i do it i will be damn scared&lt;br /&gt;but after i've done it, i will feel so accomplished and proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;and so damn happy&lt;br /&gt;that feeling makes everything worth it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;feels childish eh, but hello it's me leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and i was talking to hf about this and she also got excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am so going on an adventure after a levels! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-7912090187091423942?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7912090187091423942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=7912090187091423942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/7912090187091423942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/7912090187091423942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009-what-year-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-72991837390510774</id><published>2009-12-25T12:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:41:26.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was watching 'how i met your mother' in my bros' room late last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and there was something about being trapped under a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and my bros started talking about the mystery question that i asked them when we were very young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i remembered we still shared a bedroom together and we just kept talking late into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i asked this question something about there was this person trapped in between a giant rocks, how did the person get out or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i did not reveal the answer that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or the day after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or the next month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or the next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or until today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because honestly, i can't remember if i even knew the answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but the point here is, it's quite magical that all 3 of us remembered the same thing so vividly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know i did because i can still picture the setting of the question very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and when i was growing up, this was one of those strong memories that never goes away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know there are some moments you would remember forever for no apparent reasons and there are some that you just forget about it once it passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and for the 3 of us to remember the exact same moment in time for such a long time, it's really something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i wanna say something about the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it has been 5 seasons into the show now and we still haven't met the mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the narrator has been talking for 5 years already lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the first few seasons were not tha funny to me, practically did not laugh throughout the episodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but then it got better but more crude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and then i think season 5 was the funniest so far, i actually laughed almost at every part of the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so anyway, what i want to say is that the show has a part that resembles my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all i can say is this represents that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SzQ-x_uzz_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pGG8trEvWvI/s1600-h/switch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419025280275828722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SzQ-x_uzz_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pGG8trEvWvI/s320/switch.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the narration about life and everything was meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i felt the same way as what the narrator was saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;barney is the one who doesn't thinks but always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and ted is the one who always thinks but never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i should be more like barney, less thinking, more doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh i think that my hp's the problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes i can't receive messages sometimes i couldn't send them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;before myla changed her hp, there was this problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and after she changed her hp, there was still this problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really think it's my hp's fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and not just with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes i can't receive other people's messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;really can't wait to change hp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i've got to be more 'ji ji' in learning guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because i asked my 2nd bro how long had he learnt guitar before stopping and found out that he took around 3 months to learn until grade 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and theory grade 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's almost a year and i've only progressed to grade 1 lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and my guitar teacher kept talking about people who took like what 2,3 years to learn until grade 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think this will motivate me to be more focused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh and thanks to all those who smsed to wish me m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;erry xmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MEERY XMAS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and there was this other smile messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;although i did not send them back but i feel the same way too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;actually i'm always confused as to whether to send back or not this kind of messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want to, but always never send back haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/22637100-72991837390510774?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/72991837390510774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-6516423293608608266</id><published>2009-12-24T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:01:14.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went around exploring with yx and yn&lt;br /&gt;kok haw couldn't make it because he's ssoooooooooooo bbbbbuuuuusssssyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;so it's not a full e.s outing&lt;br /&gt;we went joo chiat to search for this noodle shop&lt;br /&gt;just when we thought we missed it it was just beside us&lt;br /&gt;how lucky&lt;br /&gt;and there were hotel 81s everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;because we met at 2 so the afternoon passed by very quickly&lt;br /&gt;then we went to tampines 1 and walked around&lt;br /&gt;it was my first time there like duh why would i go that far so often lol&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the nicer looking malls i've seen in that area&lt;br /&gt;then we went manpuku (is it?) to eat&lt;br /&gt;then later we took like 1 and a half hour bus ride home&lt;br /&gt;yx said: zuo dao ni pi gu tong haha!&lt;br /&gt;and we reached cck mrt at around 11.&lt;br /&gt;luckily my last bus was at 1130 or else have to sleep there already haha&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6516423293608608266?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6516423293608608266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=6516423293608608266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6516423293608608266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6516423293608608266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-went-around-exploring-with-yx.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-1853021464995617903</id><published>2009-12-22T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:30:44.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today went pitstop cafe with borats and nas&lt;br /&gt;don't know somebody ask me don't be late, and she herself go picnic in chinese garden! haha!&lt;br /&gt;jq beat me by a mere 13 minutes! haha&lt;br /&gt;saiful got something so he joined us later&lt;br /&gt;then we went long john for lunch&lt;br /&gt;then after that it started to rain&lt;br /&gt;but stopped soon after&lt;br /&gt;only then nas took out her umbrella&lt;br /&gt;and sharing umbrella with her, you must sacrifice your hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;after sharing it will be gone&lt;br /&gt;because as you know, her height cannot accomodate my height&lt;br /&gt;my poor hair... haha&lt;br /&gt;yeah so we reached pitstop cafe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there were a lot of photos of people who came here before on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i said that we should print a big poster size of our photo and paste across the wall, cover all the other photos! haha&lt;br /&gt;and we played a lot of games&lt;br /&gt;we played the guess the word game&lt;br /&gt;we guess like wild monkeys there&lt;br /&gt;i think we're the loudest there&lt;br /&gt;but who cares haha&lt;br /&gt;i remember when jq gave the clue: what is nas&lt;br /&gt;then she herself said dumb! immature! childish! tall!&lt;br /&gt;then i said: delusional! denial! short! dumb! lol&lt;br /&gt;but i can't rmb what was the answer&lt;br /&gt;then there was once, jq haven't even said anything and nas just guessed mole!&lt;br /&gt;??? then later my turn and the word mole came out lol&lt;br /&gt;then still got jq's clue was: what am i going to do now?&lt;br /&gt;i said: fart! hahaha! but the answer was 'quit' haha&lt;br /&gt;i think nas lost right? yeah most probably and jq won! haha&lt;br /&gt;as usual, loser have to take loser pic, go fb&lt;br /&gt;then we played faling monkeys&lt;br /&gt;like last time at mindscafe, nas lost too with 13 monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;monkeywoman&lt;br /&gt;and the next round jq lost, like competing with nas to see who have more monkey babies! haha&lt;br /&gt;and we played tiki tiki tok&lt;br /&gt;and i won most of the rounds!&lt;br /&gt;only scheming people can win this kind of strategy game&lt;br /&gt;haha no la jk&lt;br /&gt;jq and nas can eat my dust! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;as usual, nas very lousy in this game and lost&lt;br /&gt;we found out she never use strategy to play one&lt;br /&gt;then later she tried to put on her 'strategy thinking face' which was like....yeah&lt;br /&gt;hahaha won't elaborate&lt;br /&gt;then we played ugly dolls&lt;br /&gt;it's the most thrilling game ever!&lt;br /&gt;we snatched like training for great singapore sale like that&lt;br /&gt;just anyhow whack and grab! haha&lt;br /&gt;old ppl cannot take this kind of game&lt;br /&gt;will heart attack. haha&lt;br /&gt;then saiful finally came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we played pictureka for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i rmb nas's turn, she was supposed to find 7 things that can sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;among the things she pointed was shark, dog, volcano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who sits on a volcano? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;then we played would you rather...&lt;br /&gt;it's a kind of game where other players guess whether the person would rather do this or that...&lt;br /&gt;then got challenge&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first challenge was the other players have choose one option and write down an interesting reason for the choice&lt;br /&gt;the question was something like: would you rather eat bland food prepared hygienically or nice food prepared in a manner risky for your health?&lt;br /&gt;my reason got the most vote! haha it was: eat bland food prepared hygienically. reason: i want to live!&lt;br /&gt;then another question was like: would you rather have s with your friend's parents or your friend have s with your parents&lt;br /&gt;saiful chose the first option. his reason was the best and it was: because i'm a w****!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;then another one the best&lt;br /&gt;question: would you rather fetch your mail outside your house naked or watch your spouse get the mail naked&lt;br /&gt;saiful said first option and the reason have something to do with jiggling. i cannot say here&lt;br /&gt;too censored! lol haha&lt;br /&gt;i rmb another type of challenge was we have to complete the second part of the question and whoever's answer got picked can move on to the next level&lt;br /&gt;question: would you rather walk around naked or....&lt;br /&gt;i said pose in teletubby bikini&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;and obviously i lost, the answer so ridiculous haha&lt;br /&gt;it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;then later i finally gave nas the present that was supposed to be given to her last year&lt;br /&gt;haha! i told her this morning to bring a decent bag with decent size&lt;br /&gt;this was to contain the present&lt;br /&gt;it was a box and inside got some fragrant thing, a shit doll, a letter and a book i made myself! haha&lt;br /&gt;and i shred the paper up to give mysterious feeling to cover the things inside the box&lt;br /&gt;and nas at first wanted to read every one of the strip! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAS FOR 08 and 09! haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 6 we left&lt;br /&gt;then we went esplanadet there and walked around&lt;br /&gt;and nas had to leave early&lt;br /&gt;then left the three of us&lt;br /&gt;we sat down at the sg river there thinking what to eat&lt;br /&gt;and we saw a lot of 'floating balls' lol&lt;br /&gt;and we saw a lot of people running by&lt;br /&gt;like got some marathon&lt;br /&gt;finally we decided to go marina square and find food&lt;br /&gt;we then settled for subway after searching high and low&lt;br /&gt;and we're damn lame inside&lt;br /&gt;because when we just got in, we wanted to sit at the table with couches&lt;br /&gt;but got a man sitting there&lt;br /&gt;so we just chose another place&lt;br /&gt;then we noticed the man was leaving&lt;br /&gt;so we camped there eyeing at the guy for him to leave&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just casually walk over and plop ourselves there&lt;br /&gt;but the man pack damn slow, so i said he pack like a sissy&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it was really damn slow&lt;br /&gt;so when he finally, finally left, i just pretended and said: oh look there got space. let's go sit there!&lt;br /&gt;like so casual, no one would know we've been eyeing for that seat&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;then after we go walk some more and went home&lt;br /&gt;lastly, we took a boratic pic on the train before i alighted&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, being boratic, talking about stupid things and laughing at the most senseless things&lt;br /&gt;and being our childish lame crazy fun selves&lt;br /&gt;it's fun to be surrounded by people with the same frequency and maturity level as you hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and jq, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;croll down! my tagboard&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SzDgnYfEEUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VxiT0UlgyQM/s1600-h/SANY2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077318918967618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SzDgnYfEEUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VxiT0UlgyQM/s320/SANY2100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is below! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1853021464995617903?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SzDgnYfEEUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VxiT0UlgyQM/s72-c/SANY2100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-3648709010971851929</id><published>2009-12-18T10:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:45:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRDDAY BIG BRO! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today is his 21st birthday!&lt;br /&gt;we went out to celebrate at Dozo yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know Dozo was japanese fine dining until i got there&lt;br /&gt;the food and service was awesome&lt;br /&gt;although the portions were small, the presentation and decoration were damn nice&lt;br /&gt;some looked too nice to be eaten&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;you could see the effort that they put to present every dish&lt;br /&gt;i got to taste things i've never tasted before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the starter, it's the first time i didn't even know what i'm eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's like they say is this but you really can't taste the taste you usually taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;the ambience was good also&lt;br /&gt;the staff were all very friendly&lt;br /&gt;so we took photos of every dish&lt;br /&gt;i will upload on fb later&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then after we ate we gave my big bro his bday present from me my 2nd bro and my mum&lt;br /&gt;i wrapped the present in paper(which was nice one) and i tried to make a black ribbon&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't work out and when i kept the present it was flattened&lt;br /&gt;so the ribbon was squashed&lt;br /&gt;so when i gave to my big bro, i asked him what's the black thing on top&lt;br /&gt;then he said don't know&lt;br /&gt;then i said you cannot see meh, it's a ribbon!&lt;br /&gt;then he said, no i cannot see&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;the present was this alarm clock calendar can play music and put photos de thing&lt;br /&gt;i admit it's quite a disaster my wrapping skills&lt;br /&gt;but i tried something new this year&lt;br /&gt;and it's the effort that counts! XD&lt;br /&gt;and due to my 'awesome' wrapping skills, he didn't know how to open it! haha!&lt;br /&gt;then after that, my big bro still not full so we went clark quay de 'da wan zhou'&lt;br /&gt;i remember we always go there to eat when we were young&lt;br /&gt;but nowadays it's very quiet&lt;br /&gt;me and da sao shared one bowl of porridge and we couldn't finish it&lt;br /&gt;too full already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;next 3 days no need to eat le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's something for my big bro&lt;br /&gt;he has always been there for me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;always cheered me up when i was down&lt;br /&gt;we play like we're still children&lt;br /&gt;but he's the most responsible as he's the eldest&lt;br /&gt;i remember once i was very sad and i started talking to him in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;and we talked and he consoled me throughout the night until like 3 or 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;i appreciated his patience and not falling asleep halfway through! haha!&lt;br /&gt;and he is kind and nice to every one around him&lt;br /&gt;and it's really fun to be around him&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday while teaching my mum english&lt;br /&gt;she got this book where she writes down all the words she learnt&lt;br /&gt;so i tested her, i asked what is sideburn&lt;br /&gt;then she said ' pang bian zhao huo lor'&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! i was laughing like mad when i heard that&lt;br /&gt;i kept laughing at her&lt;br /&gt;then during dinner i told everyone this again&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SyrpUHnVyNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uURnyhK9plA/s1600-h/SANY2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416398033717151954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SyrpUHnVyNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uURnyhK9plA/s320/SANY2075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3648709010971851929?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3648709010971851929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=3648709010971851929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3648709010971851929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3648709010971851929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birdday-big-bro-d-today-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SyrpUHnVyNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uURnyhK9plA/s72-c/SANY2075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-7209801533150368263</id><published>2009-12-08T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:54:34.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i performed guzheng yesterday for a guitar concert&lt;br /&gt;weird huh&lt;br /&gt;but my guitar teacher invited me to perform guzheng&lt;br /&gt;my mum ask me why i didn't wear the school guzheng costume&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like if i wore i can just throw my face away already&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;when my guitar teacher called me to perform&lt;br /&gt;everyone in front turned to look at me&lt;br /&gt;every single one of them&lt;br /&gt;i was like woah, too much attention&lt;br /&gt;my performance was okay&lt;br /&gt;i was damn nervous la&lt;br /&gt;my fingers were shaking at first but as i played it became better&lt;br /&gt;halfway through the second song i forgot the notes&lt;br /&gt;then i tried to scam the audience by playing some random notes then continue&lt;br /&gt;but i totally blanked&lt;br /&gt;so i had to pause and flip the score book&lt;br /&gt;so embarrassing! haha&lt;br /&gt;later my mum said it was not so good because she has heard me play a lot of times&lt;br /&gt;but valerie said it was good, so i think the audience won't think it's that bad&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;yeah i was shocked when i saw valerie there&lt;br /&gt;apparently we have the same guitar teacher&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't perform... aww.. couldn't watch her perform&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-7209801533150368263?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7209801533150368263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=7209801533150368263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/7209801533150368263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/7209801533150368263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-performed-guzheng-yesterday-for.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-1540124478927604180</id><published>2009-11-26T09:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:36:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just like to share something interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the "George Carlin Theory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the most unfair thing about life is the way it ends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, life is tough. it takes up a lot of your time and what do you get at the end of it? death. i mean, what's that, a bonus? i think the life cycle is all backwards. you should die first, get it out of the way. then you move on to an old people's home. you get kicked out when you're too young. you get a gold watch then you go to work. you work for forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. you have fun, party plenty, then you get ready for senior school. then you go to junior school, you become a kid, you play and you have no responsibilities. you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, spend your last months floating...and you finish off as an orgasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1540124478927604180?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-5162861745682189379</id><published>2009-11-24T18:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:05:38.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't written poems for a long time now&lt;br /&gt;i stopped because of what it meant to me then that i didn't want to continue&lt;br /&gt;but now i feel differently towards it and the representation of what it is&lt;br /&gt;so here is my first poem in a long time&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like i need to express all these out in a non direct way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go&lt;br /&gt;talking about everything that i didn't want to know&lt;br /&gt;everything you do and every word you say&lt;br /&gt;just puts your insecurity on display&lt;br /&gt;it's like stepping on others to get to the top&lt;br /&gt;you just keep going and going and never stop&lt;br /&gt;do you feel proud about what you did?&lt;br /&gt;because you're someone who just doesn't get it&lt;br /&gt;your words and actions are like bullets&lt;br /&gt;i should reflect them to you just to see how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like screaming into your face&lt;br /&gt;to try to squeeze in a little grace&lt;br /&gt;being a mannequin is what you're good at&lt;br /&gt;and mannequins are perfect to puke at&lt;br /&gt;- ---- --- -- ----- --- -- ------- -- --&lt;br /&gt;--- ----- ----- ---- --- ---- ------ ----- -----&lt;br /&gt;the light shines on that very spot&lt;br /&gt;you just had nothing better to do than to stand there and block&lt;br /&gt;why put yourself in such a sorry state&lt;br /&gt;chasing down everyone who has the ticket&lt;br /&gt;my jaw dropped at the dagger you threw&lt;br /&gt;at whatever even though you knew&lt;br /&gt;you defy ------ beyond believe&lt;br /&gt;you steal no different from a thief&lt;br /&gt;if this is the only way you're gonna build the net&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all the best with that&lt;br /&gt;because i admit i'm not any better than you&lt;br /&gt;but at least i don't do the things you do&lt;br /&gt;and i'm trying to walk in another shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the --- rep things that i choose not to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to insult or intentionally offend down syndrome but&lt;br /&gt;my big bro said: i have the up syndrome&lt;br /&gt;i lack the 'sanity' gene&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-5162861745682189379?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5162861745682189379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>really, this is who you are?&lt;br /&gt;i never thought you are such a person&lt;br /&gt;well i admit at times i do wonder&lt;br /&gt;but then i tell myself that you are not and i should trust you 100%&lt;br /&gt;but now it seems i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying anything to you because you disappoint me&lt;br /&gt;the way things are going now it seems like you have used me&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to think maybe that's who you are if you still don't say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why i keep writing about emo stuff&lt;br /&gt;it's not like my life is only about these emo stuff&lt;br /&gt;there are ahppy stuff which i don't write much about&lt;br /&gt;it's just i like to write about these&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-8762846676072328529?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-22637100.post-3435585734124395904</id><published>2009-11-22T21:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:27:31.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well yltc was fun but tiring&lt;br /&gt;it made me try a lot of stuff i wouldn't have tried on my own&lt;br /&gt;and also learn a lot of lessons&lt;br /&gt;but got a lot of bites and bruises&lt;br /&gt;i look like i just came out of war&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then when i stood beside jovita she said she look like a maid abuser&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then my guitar teacher actually don't dare to ask why i got so many bruises until i told him i went for camp&lt;br /&gt;today zhongyun kept saying i really look like i came back from war&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so today i went to the beach with zhongyun&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to talk to her about a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;and i want to go to watch the sea&lt;br /&gt;got calming effect you know&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;so it's like i realise it's really up to me&lt;br /&gt;she said that sometimes you can't solve it because you don't want to solve it&lt;br /&gt;hmmm yeah maybe&lt;br /&gt;it's really up to me to change my screwed up way of seeing things&lt;br /&gt;must be hou lian pi&lt;br /&gt;but it does feel better sharing with somebody&lt;br /&gt;esp with someone who has similar thoughts and feelings as you&lt;br /&gt;feel like you can relate more&lt;br /&gt;but it's damn tough&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel it's beyond my capability&lt;br /&gt;and yeah&lt;br /&gt;i like the conclusion about you&lt;br /&gt;you're just insecure&lt;br /&gt;so much more insecure than me&lt;br /&gt;all along i wondered why you did all those things&lt;br /&gt;and we also revealed some stuff we would never have said in school&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda feel glad that zy feels the same as me&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel like you're not the only one thinking this way&lt;br /&gt;so we talked for the entire afternoon&lt;br /&gt;until we're tired and dehydrated&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;i hope zy won't say some of the stuff we said today&lt;br /&gt;sssshhhhh secret&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i admit, honestly, i haven't stop comparing&lt;br /&gt;i know i would be so much happier if i stopped comparing&lt;br /&gt;but i can't&lt;br /&gt;for me this kind of person who thinks excessively&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;but a lot of times things that i don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;will just keep dancing around in front of my face&lt;br /&gt;i always thought i love myself&lt;br /&gt;but i realise recently that i don't&lt;br /&gt;because if i do, i wouldn't self sabotage, i wouldn't destroy myself this way&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't feel that i don't deserve all the things that i should&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't feel no sense of self worth&lt;br /&gt;i need to start loving myself&lt;br /&gt;and stop feeling like i should let other people&lt;br /&gt;and i feel i got a lot of stuff to think about&lt;br /&gt;about how to go about climbing out of this deep shit hole&lt;br /&gt;and whether i really wanna become a doctor&lt;br /&gt;whether everything that i'll have to go through is worth it&lt;br /&gt;and today's yan ngee's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;long live es!&lt;br /&gt;though she still haven't thank me yet! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thanks zhongyun for hearing me out today&lt;br /&gt;and anil &amp;amp; atika for your concern&lt;br /&gt;and anil for talking to me about this the other day&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you have tried harder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3435585734124395904?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-2659936022059791024</id><published>2009-11-12T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:57:22.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zhongyun told me this the other day:&lt;br /&gt;assume makes an ass out of u and me&lt;br /&gt;i think it's very interesting and a good reminder to me&lt;br /&gt;to stop my habit of assuming things&lt;br /&gt;and torturing myself&lt;br /&gt;and i should learn to swallow my pride sometimes&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to prove anything to anyone&lt;br /&gt;you only have to prove to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to say&lt;br /&gt;when you chose to walk away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-2659936022059791024?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2659936022059791024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=2659936022059791024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2659936022059791024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2659936022059791024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/zhongyun-told-me-this-other-day-assume.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-9057627646157848488</id><published>2009-11-09T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:53:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wanna say&lt;br /&gt;recently i realised who are truly the beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;there are people who are nice on a every day basis&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes down to it&lt;br /&gt;they are just nice on the outside&lt;br /&gt;whereas there are some people&lt;br /&gt;whom you think are not that nice&lt;br /&gt;but at times that you really need help&lt;br /&gt;they appear and help you out&lt;br /&gt;or during certain times that they do things&lt;br /&gt;that just makes you see the real beauty in them&lt;br /&gt;these are the real people&lt;br /&gt;it's like a diamonds trapped under sand&lt;br /&gt;and only certain times does the sand blow away and reveal the diamonds beneath&lt;br /&gt;and these people are hard to come by&lt;br /&gt;you have to look carefully to find these people&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-9057627646157848488?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9057627646157848488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=9057627646157848488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/9057627646157848488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/9057627646157848488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-wanna-say-recently-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-6688471896947302891</id><published>2009-10-29T14:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:48:28.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;frustrated beyond believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's ineffable&lt;br /&gt;this is a personal problem that i've been struggling with since forever&lt;br /&gt;hate to feel that i've fallen into the same cycle again&lt;br /&gt;and it just keeps repeating itself&lt;br /&gt;i can't get out i don't know how&lt;br /&gt;it's really up to me to change my mentality and perspective&lt;br /&gt;it's ruining me&lt;br /&gt;tired of being tired&lt;br /&gt;but i can't give up&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live like this anymore&lt;br /&gt;tried meditation to be at peace with myself&lt;br /&gt;but still beating myself up for all sorts of things&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;this is the root to all of my problems&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a meteor shower hitting me everyday&lt;br /&gt;and i guess it won't be long till i finally crumble&lt;br /&gt;under all the weight of everything i put on myself&lt;br /&gt;not the weight of the things the world put on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;put them on myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;chose to carry all these weight&lt;br /&gt;it's just very complicated&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to crumble&lt;br /&gt;so i must change my perspective&lt;br /&gt;the world is how you view it&lt;br /&gt;but it's as difficult to near impossible&lt;br /&gt;but for now&lt;br /&gt;i just need to express out&lt;br /&gt;it's almost filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;if i don't let it out&lt;br /&gt;it will explode&lt;br /&gt;i never could believe how much crap i choose to put myself through&lt;br /&gt;it's like i like to torture myself&lt;br /&gt;that i deserve all these pain&lt;br /&gt;it's true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;but i just never learn&lt;br /&gt;just keep falling and falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds emo right&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay&lt;br /&gt;i just need to tell what my heart is screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6688471896947302891?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-3221039294794729704</id><published>2009-10-26T20:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:49:42.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was talking to my big bro today&lt;br /&gt;then it turned into a 'therapy' session&lt;br /&gt;and we talked about all sorts of stuff&lt;br /&gt;he 'died' 3 times 'therapising' me&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;he said it's a strenuous thing&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's like i keep giving metaphors about stuff&lt;br /&gt;then say you cannot link meh?&lt;br /&gt;he said er nope you very lousy in giving metaphors&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;it's like a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;but i'd say it was successful 'cause i gained some enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;he said something that really got into me&lt;br /&gt;wish he'd say more so it can really drill into me&lt;br /&gt;but it's like connect halfway then stop&lt;br /&gt;but at least it got into me halfway&lt;br /&gt;and we talk about stuff like guys&lt;br /&gt;he said guys would really change after they go ns&lt;br /&gt;he said it's hard to put into words but you definitely would not feel the same and the way you see things would change dramatically&lt;br /&gt;i shall ask my 2nd bro if he felt the same way after finishing his ns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes really care too much about what other people think&lt;br /&gt;and i've quit the tug of war long ago&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still tugged&lt;br /&gt;but after today's realisation&lt;br /&gt;i think i will really quit for good&lt;br /&gt;i know what's holding me back&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was true&lt;br /&gt;but it's so not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big bro always said how will this be a loss to you?&lt;br /&gt;it will be x's loss for getting y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3221039294794729704?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3221039294794729704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=3221039294794729704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3221039294794729704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3221039294794729704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-was-talking-to-my-big-bro-today.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-4326975483988870544</id><published>2009-10-25T11:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T02:22:19.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2nd BRO! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we celebrated his birdday today&lt;br /&gt;it was a simple affair, just my brothers and i&lt;br /&gt;'cause my parents are still in egypt and they'll come back and celebrate for him another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's something i wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;Have been meaning to say these&lt;br /&gt;But just didn’t&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that it’s about time say it&lt;br /&gt;About how I felt all these years&lt;br /&gt;Because I have never said these before&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that it’s important that they know about it now&lt;br /&gt;For all my life I felt like I’m in this giant shield that is so strong and will never crack&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I’m always protected, I’m always safe&lt;br /&gt;Because I have my brothers&lt;br /&gt;They are my two strong pillars, two bright lights shining on me in my life&lt;br /&gt;Giving me warmth, giving me everything that I need&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what happens they will be there to help me&lt;br /&gt;If I fall they will always be there to cushion my fall&lt;br /&gt;They will always be there to dry my tears, make me laugh and everything that makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am blessed for life because I have the two of them&lt;br /&gt;They are my motivation and strength&lt;br /&gt;They are really the most wonderful people I have in my life, and because they are my brothers they understand me better and I could tell them everything and anything&lt;br /&gt;And they won’t judge me&lt;br /&gt;For the countless of times I got lost, they pulled me back on track&lt;br /&gt;And made me feel that it ain’t all that bad&lt;br /&gt;They make me feel that I can face this big bad world with them always behind me to support my back&lt;br /&gt;And for all of these I am very grateful, so very grateful&lt;br /&gt;Grateful is too a mediocre word to describe how much I appreciate them&lt;br /&gt;It’s immense&lt;br /&gt;Although I don’t really express it explicitly&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I do do something nice things for them&lt;br /&gt;Those extraordinary times we had when we were growing up&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at all the childhood pictures I really miss those times&lt;br /&gt;How they always took care of me, how they made me laugh, how they protected me&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes they are so nice to me until it made me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why they’re so worthy of me to make sacrifices for them&lt;br /&gt;because I know they would do the same for me with an blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;my mom always told me how lucky I am to have two older brothers&lt;br /&gt;and I knew that all along&lt;br /&gt;and she showed us the importance of maintaining good relationships within the family&lt;br /&gt;but my relationship with my brothers were not always great&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was younger I did not really like my big brother for don’t know what reason&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly we became very close and were inseparable (in a sense) ever since&lt;br /&gt;And I was very close to my 2nd brother when I was very young, we always played together&lt;br /&gt;Then not so close&lt;br /&gt;Then now we’re close again&lt;br /&gt;So now I have great relationships with the both of them, and I’m very happy about it&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I must have done something so wonderful in the past lifetime to deserve them in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Sure we do quarrel sometimes but I can say that they make me laugh more than cry&lt;br /&gt;Home is a nice place to come home to because we will entertain each other&lt;br /&gt;By ‘arguing’ and doing all sorts of stupid things&lt;br /&gt;We are still as childish as ever and we’re proud of it&lt;br /&gt;I should really record all the ingenious jokes they crack and all the silly things they do&lt;br /&gt;we are not outright nice to one another, like complimenting or things like that&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day they will do things that show that they care&lt;br /&gt;it’s like I ask them to do certain things then they would say no but at the end of the day they would still do it, that kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;and they will turn whatever crap I threw at them and turn them into flowers and give them back to me, especially my big bro&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes when I’m unhappy with someone and I complain to them about it and I would jokingly ask if they could help me bash the person up and they would say yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was this time my big bro said I’ll ask my army gang to bash the person up&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;And since they’re older than me, they are more experienced than me&lt;br /&gt;And I could ask them for advice and they would also give me some heads up on certain things&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they ‘gang up’ to make fun of me but it was fun&lt;br /&gt;And we ‘bicker’ and ‘make fun’ of one another like it’s free&lt;br /&gt;We never run out of things to ‘bicker’ and ‘make fun’ of&lt;br /&gt;My mum likes to say that if one day my brothers and I don’t ‘bicker’ and ‘make fun’ of each other we would feel uncomfortable like quan shen bu shu fu&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day we all know that we meant none of those and it was just for entertainment&lt;br /&gt;and I’m saying all these because they really deserve to be known as the greatest brothers in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;they may not be perfect but they’re the ultimate best&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when I look at all our childhood pictures I miss them so much that I feel really sad&lt;br /&gt;but then I told myself it’s okay because I’m lucky to have had such a wonderful childhood&lt;br /&gt;and because today is my 2nd bro’s birthday I shall share this picture of me and him when we were children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SuSV6RaHCPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/723a1_zyOtY/s1600-h/IMG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396603081834563826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SuSV6RaHCPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/723a1_zyOtY/s320/IMG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is not what it looks like&lt;br /&gt;I know my 2nd bro is holding a scissors but obviously he was not the one who bullied me or else why would I cry to him&lt;br /&gt;this picture made me feel like the big brother’s instinct to protect his little sister&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd brother has a fantastic sense of humour and I can really appreciate his sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;maybe because we’re on the same level&lt;br /&gt;no actually, he’s a higher level than me&lt;br /&gt;but on the same frequency&lt;br /&gt;those jokes we crack at home and stupid things we do&lt;br /&gt;and he’s really smart, last time I can always ask him questions&lt;br /&gt;but now he’s in NS he’s forgotten everything&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and my big bro is as great as well&lt;br /&gt;but I shall not elaborate now&lt;br /&gt;both my brothers are special in their own ways&lt;br /&gt;and I want them to know that I love them very much&lt;br /&gt;there’s so much love that they can swim and drown in it&lt;br /&gt;but I’ll never tell them this&lt;br /&gt;so I’m going to ask them to read this themselves&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;because I’m not the kind of person who will tell you how much I appreciate you in your face&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let you know some other way&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll never hear it coming from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And I think action have more meaning than words&lt;br /&gt;And this is the kind of thing that happens in my family&lt;br /&gt;We show we care by actions and the little things that we do for each other&lt;br /&gt;Things you say can always be a lie, but the things you do really reveals how you feel&lt;br /&gt;and I really hope that I was as great a little sister as they were big brothers to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, it’s all out&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten to realize that it’s nice to let the people you care about know how much you care about them&lt;br /&gt;So I want my brothers to know this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SuSWY19OuLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/stOYpsuMrT0/s1600-h/186559422_a4cd8fadb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396603607041620146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SuSWY19OuLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/stOYpsuMrT0/s320/186559422_a4cd8fadb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/22637100-4326975483988870544?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4326975483988870544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=4326975483988870544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4326975483988870544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4326975483988870544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-2nd-bro-d-so-we.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SuSV6RaHCPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/723a1_zyOtY/s72-c/IMG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-7834013977479827882</id><published>2009-10-22T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:30:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so as i look at everything that's going on around me&lt;br /&gt;i'm still sitting here trying to figure everything out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey struggle, you're still here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-7834013977479827882?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7834013977479827882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=7834013977479827882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/7834013977479827882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/7834013977479827882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-as-i-look-at-everything-thats-going.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-5630895759383182647</id><published>2009-10-14T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:25:29.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amidst the confusion a sense of loss&lt;br /&gt;really don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;maybe this will prove to be yet another time i shoot myself in the foot again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was always a smile behind the sheet of face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-5630895759383182647?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5630895759383182647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=5630895759383182647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5630895759383182647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5630895759383182647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/10/amidst-confusion-sense-of-loss-really.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-5861462443249455348</id><published>2009-10-06T16:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:41:01.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6n5hZQXE3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEPjrk6wWg4/s1600/P25-09-09_18.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's been a very looooong time since i blogged&lt;br /&gt;because there are a lot of thoughts and feelings that i just don't know how to express them in words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want to say them but i don't know how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;guess what this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's my 2nd bro's creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's called mountain of eggs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6n4ccwNdoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wZ033TKZuu4/s1600/P26-09-09_20.33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452161991547123330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6n4ccwNdoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wZ033TKZuu4/s320/P26-09-09_20.33.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i went into the kitchen and he had this bowl upside down on a plate&lt;br /&gt;and when he revealed the mountain, he said ta da! see i so li hai right! can shape the eggs like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and he looked damn proud of himself haha it was so funny at that moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just had to take a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;later i asked how many eggs you use to cook this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he said: 9 lo 3 for each of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he said it like it was very normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah my bros have big appeite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SssLFAM9KII/AAAAAAAAAVw/ssqvmo_4dlo/s1600-h/7231_137371398231_730173231_2518864_6646714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389413559660521602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SssLFAM9KII/AAAAAAAAAVw/ssqvmo_4dlo/s320/7231_137371398231_730173231_2518864_6646714_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is a picture borats took on css awards day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think it's damn cool becasue it's like the first authentic boratic picutre we took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let's flash the world to death! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i look out of plac e because i didn't hav a tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i totally forgot need to wear a tie until i reached css&lt;br /&gt;if i had a tie on it would look more perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i had fun taking this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;borats rock and long live the boratic empire! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let's make the world a more boratic place! hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;btw thanks yuanzhi for lending me his blazer :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh here's other pics we took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SssLRuUViEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/C7eyWxgSu_U/s1600-h/P25-09-09_17.21%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389413778197940290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SssLRuUViEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/C7eyWxgSu_U/s320/P25-09-09_17.21%5B01%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jq, nice fingers hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SssLiTvDWWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/igksHQ0P4II/s1600-h/P25-09-09_17.21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389414063120013666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SssLiTvDWWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/igksHQ0P4II/s320/P25-09-09_17.21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6n5hZQXE3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEPjrk6wWg4/s1600/P25-09-09_18.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452163176019202930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/S6n5hZQXE3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEPjrk6wWg4/s320/P25-09-09_18.27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah so this is what i got for awards day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;don't know how much pain sweat blood &amp;amp; tears it took to get this. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and all along i thought i did not have enough A1s to get it until a few weeks before the school called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thought never count express chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm so proud of myself! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey struggle, you're still here&lt;/span&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/22637100-5861462443249455348?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5861462443249455348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-9074033820358577220</id><published>2009-08-08T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:38:27.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went for jap buffet dinner today&lt;br /&gt;it was quite satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;and i'm seriously getting fat&lt;br /&gt;and tmr's atika's bro's wedding&lt;br /&gt;aaahhhhh, should stop eating so much&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and go running&lt;br /&gt;come, somebody make me angry then i'll be damn motivated to run to vent anger.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and i read this article today that exercise does not help to lose weight?&lt;br /&gt;but the more effective way to lose weight is to move more, like take the stairs, walk more etc&lt;br /&gt;i mean i agree with moving more helps but exercise helps to&lt;br /&gt;they say it does not help because people tend to eat more to 'reward' themselves or they feel hungrier after exercising.&lt;br /&gt;but that's for some people only&lt;br /&gt;i believe exercising will help&lt;br /&gt;and i like the feeling of sweating like crazy after exercising&lt;br /&gt;feels refreshing, the more i sweat the better i feel&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i told my bros that to lost weight effectively we must move more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then my 2nd bro started to wiggle his finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then i said: yeah, you just burnt 1000 cal by doing that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then both my bros started wiggling 4 fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and then later the whole hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and that's 10 000 cal for you! lol&lt;br /&gt;and i swear everytime eat buffet with my second bro is damn fun&lt;br /&gt;he'll do all those ridiculous things like take a few pieces of guava and pour a mountain of that brown sugary thingy which you eat with guava. then later he said too much of that then not nice. lol&lt;br /&gt;he also added ice cream to coke, walked around the place with a fork for a while for don't know what reason, added two peppermint tea bags to a cup of coffee and said it tasted more tea than coffee then later added ice and then after added creamer which it cannot dissolve because the coffe is cold. but he still said it was nice. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and then later went to get some drink and added more ice than the drink itself. :)&lt;br /&gt;seriously man, i think my whole family is nuts and i love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;and i'm childish not because my childhood is deprived, it's because i love my childhood too much and it's too awesome to let go&lt;br /&gt;my whole family's childish anyway, and that's why they're fun! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh! later my bros and i went to arcade after dinner&lt;br /&gt;then they played the house of dead 4, a zombie shooting game&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd bro lost first, then left my big bro&lt;br /&gt;when he let me play then i said: you want to die fast right?&lt;br /&gt;and i was right&lt;br /&gt;according to my 2nd bro, i shot only 8 zombies before i died&lt;br /&gt;he said i shot more water than zombies! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so atika's bro's wedding is tmr&lt;br /&gt;and i've thought about when my bros get married and move out&lt;br /&gt;i dread that day but it will come&lt;br /&gt;but then i tell myself, we grew up with such close bonds&lt;br /&gt;even if they're married, we could still hang out and be close as ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing could break the bonds we have. never ever for the life of me and everyone around.&lt;br /&gt;i've just thought of this today, that how great it would be if we could have this house that's big enough to fit all of our families one day&lt;br /&gt;then we could still pester each other because although we live in different units but we're still under one roof technically&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but must have enough $$$$.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'll tell myself the same thing i told atika: they'll always be my big bros and i'll always be their little sis NO MATTER WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;and we have the same blodd running through us, literally. we have the same blood type.&lt;br /&gt;i like big families because it'll be so fun everyday&lt;br /&gt;i like to ask my mum: why you neve give birth to 10 children? like my grandma?&lt;br /&gt;then she'll always reply: i have you 3 already half my life gone, if i have 10 i'll have no life to look after them.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think i'll have a big family myself&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i don't know why i talked about this&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have everything i needed right in front of me and more&lt;br /&gt;i've always had them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of worrying about what if this happened and what if that happened&lt;br /&gt;why not just pull out and not make it my business&lt;br /&gt;then i'll have nothing to worry about and it won't bother me&lt;br /&gt;i saw what i saw&lt;br /&gt;and it made me shut the door&lt;br /&gt;but i've modified the scene&lt;br /&gt;i sense dejavu&lt;br /&gt;like i always go through the same cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell, your insecurity, the fact that you did that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-9074033820358577220?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9074033820358577220/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%;"&gt;went back to css with atika, lee ling and hui ying&lt;br /&gt;got the year book but the quality is like....&lt;br /&gt;and the design....&lt;br /&gt;haiyo got cheated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but nvm&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;yeah then later went to ion with atika, hui ying, you jing, anil and borat&lt;br /&gt;we got lost inside trying to find a way out!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;later me atika and borat ate pepper lunch while anil you jing and hui ying ate subway and kfc???&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;then we walk around looking for presents&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was fun, did not do this for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;but i had to leave early for tuition&lt;br /&gt;and our legs were aching from all the walking!&lt;br /&gt;chan hui ying forever looking for seats! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken today will be on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've sat down and thought&lt;br /&gt;why do i always choose to swim in the ocean when i know i will drown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-4734206017074410894?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4734206017074410894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=4734206017074410894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4734206017074410894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4734206017074410894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-back-to-css-with-atika-lee-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-5709728699573056566</id><published>2009-08-05T19:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:36:27.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is part of the convo between 2 of the borats one fine night. haha. i thought the logic was really cool so i decided to put it here. it really makes a lot of sense. and appreciated the help of borat to help me see the other side! i got enlightened by borat! hahaha! yeah. thanks again btw! :D&lt;br /&gt;red is borat, green is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u noe ar&lt;br /&gt;at times i really hate some ppl&lt;br /&gt;but the more i tink abt how much i hate the person, the more the person haunt me leh!&lt;br /&gt;as in the more he/she did tings that i hate&lt;br /&gt;but when i dont bother abt the person, waseh&lt;br /&gt;i begin to tink he is actually okay okay la&lt;br /&gt;just dont abt him and can oreadi&lt;br /&gt;i guess unlike poles really attract each other&lt;br /&gt;so jut try to be normal!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haha thanks! actually wad u said make sense but sometimes its just hard&lt;br /&gt;i also tink i tink way too much alr&lt;br /&gt;wad u mean by unlike poles attract each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ehhh&lt;br /&gt;i mean like poles repel&lt;br /&gt;coz its like u dislike him wad&lt;br /&gt;den u make urself dislike him more&lt;br /&gt;so dislike plus dislike = repulsion&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but if u dont care dont care&lt;br /&gt;den dislike plus dont care dont care= nth will happen&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;weird logic&lt;br /&gt;but u get wad i mean rite'&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;omg its not weird logic! it's e best logic i've heard!&lt;br /&gt;eh never knew u could give such a advice!&lt;br /&gt;haha really intellectual!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;welcome&lt;br /&gt;its hidden talent la&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;be honoured your wise words appeared here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where's my long line of smileys?! darn it! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh there it is. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out pull out before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;and i fall again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i chose my suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-5709728699573056566?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5709728699573056566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=5709728699573056566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5709728699573056566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/5709728699573056566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-convo-between-2-of-borats-one.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-3791852057855951535</id><published>2009-07-31T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:15:10.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the school bell rang and it was time for dismissal&lt;br /&gt;like other children, she quickly packed up her bag and rushed out of school&lt;br /&gt;she was walking to the school gate happily with her friends&lt;br /&gt;her mum promised to be there to pick her up&lt;br /&gt;she reached the gate but her mum did not show up&lt;br /&gt;some of her friends have already gone home with their parents&lt;br /&gt;one by one, her friends left and the school became quieter&lt;br /&gt;as the sky grew darker but she stood there still&lt;br /&gt;waiting for her mum to appear&lt;br /&gt;rain began to pour&lt;br /&gt;still no sign of her mum&lt;br /&gt;she became frightened standing there all alone&lt;br /&gt;in the end, she could not tell whether the water on her face was rain or tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the story isn't that simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3791852057855951535?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3791852057855951535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to take down what i wrote&lt;br /&gt;because it's just not worth it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-2135454923119395648?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2135454923119395648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=2135454923119395648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2135454923119395648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2135454923119395648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/decided-to-take-down-what-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-6024390603666059373</id><published>2009-07-21T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:44:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just heard this song on the radio, thought it was so funny! so here are the lyrics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don &amp;amp; Drew- Be My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you don’t know me but I sure know you&lt;br /&gt;From the long black hair to the size of your shoes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met your brother, and spoken to some of your friends&lt;br /&gt;But darling that’s where it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz baby all I want do is talk to you&lt;br /&gt;To buy you a drink, maybe buy you some food&lt;br /&gt;But I’m a geek, and nervous half of the time&lt;br /&gt;So would you be, would you be my…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;We’ll go out about town to dine&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get you drunk on cheap red wine&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s when I’ll touch your behind&lt;br /&gt;If you’d be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;That would be so, fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pretend to like the restaurants you pick&lt;br /&gt;I will even sit through yet another chick flick&lt;br /&gt;And if we argue, I’ll let you win the fight&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I get to have CINEMA that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all you ever want to do is sit and talk&lt;br /&gt;And go for one of those damn long walks&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna see you naked, is that a crime?&lt;br /&gt;So I’m asking you, would you be my…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have your clothes off in no time&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies will be entwined&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me I’m not your kind&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not my valentine&lt;br /&gt;I will break your, spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you’re a honey, baby you’re a fox&lt;br /&gt;I treasure you more than my Xbox&lt;br /&gt;I’d run butt naked on the street if you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if you’re angry and you kick me in the nuts&lt;br /&gt;I’m the only guy who’ll never ever hate your guts&lt;br /&gt;So please say you will cuz baby I’m asking you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;Baby you look so fine&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;And your bum is just devine&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;Please please don’t decline&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby can’t you read the sign&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;You stupid girl just be mine&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;Our body fluids must combine&lt;br /&gt;You’ll continue my bloodline&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;The mole I have I swear it’s benign&lt;br /&gt;Don’t treat me like Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no more words to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(really?)Except for lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be mine, be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve found love, really&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Honestly(be my valentine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6024390603666059373?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6024390603666059373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=6024390603666059373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6024390603666059373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/6024390603666059373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-heard-this-on-radio-thought-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-2437443203079525614</id><published>2009-07-15T20:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:30:50.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look at the name! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sl3L9O5sApI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pFzBZ1_2lYs/s1600-h/SANY0554(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358663384473272978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sl3L9O5sApI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pFzBZ1_2lYs/s320/SANY0554(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the invitation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sl3L86eBTVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/c5x8BtdRoFU/s1600-h/SANY0549(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358663378988518738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sl3L86eBTVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/c5x8BtdRoFU/s320/SANY0549(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED! :D&lt;br /&gt;atika invited me to her brother's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;it's like the first time i get invitation to wedding&lt;br /&gt;and it's atika&lt;br /&gt;so yeah&lt;br /&gt;actually this was given to me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't have time to blog&lt;br /&gt;so i'm blogging about it now&lt;br /&gt;i tell you&lt;br /&gt;yesterday morning actually i was very sian when i came to school&lt;br /&gt;then she gave me this and it made my day&lt;br /&gt;i was so excited at first i blurted out "this is my first wedding!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;what a good start to a day&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i know, maybe this may be trivial to some people&lt;br /&gt;but it means a lot to me and i'm like that&lt;br /&gt;i can be easily excited&lt;br /&gt;the wedding invitation looked very nice&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the wedding! :DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could be a quarter of any one of the both of them, YOU'D ROCK LIKE GOD&lt;br /&gt;just a quarter&lt;br /&gt;make the comparism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-2437443203079525614?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sl3L9O5sApI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pFzBZ1_2lYs/s72-c/SANY0554(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-824128139551341922</id><published>2009-07-03T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:25:15.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the wall right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;it's too tall to climb over it&lt;br /&gt;it's too wide go around it&lt;br /&gt;it's too thick to drill through it&lt;br /&gt;it's too rooted to go underneath it&lt;br /&gt;there's just no way round it&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how&lt;br /&gt;never have been stuck like this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i knew it&lt;br /&gt;never fail to screw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait till the day i just don't give a crap anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comments about cts&lt;br /&gt;either said already or just too speechless&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it won't fade away unless you want it to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-824128139551341922?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/824128139551341922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=824128139551341922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/824128139551341922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/824128139551341922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/wall-right-in-front-of-me-its-too-tall.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-3355298662643474383</id><published>2009-06-23T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:44:08.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah its like 2.30 am now and i'm writing this&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just feel like saying after confiding in my friend i felt so much better&lt;br /&gt;and what she said was right, she can only help me by talking to me&lt;br /&gt;i also think so&lt;br /&gt;and she's like so nice. i smsed her to ask if she free to talk&lt;br /&gt;because i got quarter life crisis&lt;br /&gt;and at first she said not really but later she came online&lt;br /&gt;just to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice&lt;br /&gt;because i always confide her with my problems&lt;br /&gt;she's a very good listening ear&lt;br /&gt;and she has like same mentality as me, we think like the same way&lt;br /&gt;so she understands me better then easier to talk to&lt;br /&gt;then i only found out today&lt;br /&gt;everytime we chat online&lt;br /&gt;then the times we chat until very late&lt;br /&gt;then she always wait for me to sleep first then she go sleep&lt;br /&gt;because i ask her what time she have to sleep&lt;br /&gt;then she said whenever you sleep&lt;br /&gt;oh and just now i told her my very very personal thoughts and feelings&lt;br /&gt;which were all very crazy&lt;br /&gt;but then she told me she also felt that way before&lt;br /&gt;i was so surprised&lt;br /&gt;but at least there's someone who've been through it before&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel somewhat better&lt;br /&gt;she is one true friend&lt;br /&gt;i told her she'll be my friend for life, confirmed already :D&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SO MUCH! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3355298662643474383?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3355298662643474383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=3355298662643474383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3355298662643474383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3355298662643474383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/wah-its-like-2.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-1063258402652761718</id><published>2009-06-22T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:21:57.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went es outing today&lt;br /&gt;kok haw, me, yan ngee and yu xuan&lt;br /&gt;notice the order of the names?&lt;br /&gt;got significance one&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;the first name to be mentioned is the earliest to reach&lt;br /&gt;kok haw reached like 11.40 like that&lt;br /&gt;then followed by me&lt;br /&gt;i reached like just before 12&lt;br /&gt;then yan ngee 12.01?&lt;br /&gt;yu xuan was like the earliest&lt;br /&gt;12.42&lt;br /&gt;the best&lt;br /&gt;then later we were deciding where to go for like 20mins&lt;br /&gt;and missed don't know how many trains&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;finally we decided to go town first then later then say&lt;br /&gt;we went to xing wang to eat, again!&lt;br /&gt;we go there for don't know how many times already&lt;br /&gt;yeah and kok haw you very big square ah&lt;br /&gt;$13! haha&lt;br /&gt;yeah then later we walk around and explore&lt;br /&gt;we went central then plaza sing&lt;br /&gt;at plaza sing we went to mos burger to sit down and talk&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;we just bought ice milk tea and talked for don't know how long&lt;br /&gt;and we drank milk tea at xing wang also&lt;br /&gt;like drink milk tea the whole day&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and we talked a lot about our pri sch days&lt;br /&gt;because we talk about everything we could rmb&lt;br /&gt;from teachers to areas in the school to ex schoolmates and everything&lt;br /&gt;it was sooooo hilarious&lt;br /&gt;and i was reminded of many things&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly rmbed very clearly how the school compound looks like&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back there again&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long already&lt;br /&gt;we talk mostly of events and characters from that school&lt;br /&gt;those were good times and time fly by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;at mos burger it was like we reliving our days like that&lt;br /&gt;and i laugh until my mouth ached&lt;br /&gt;i think we were the nosiest table there&lt;br /&gt;like usual&lt;br /&gt;we always very noisy&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;yeah then later we walked to the cathay and just walk around&lt;br /&gt;then later actually kok haw wanted to take bus&lt;br /&gt;cause mrt was ex for him&lt;br /&gt;but then he went to take mrt with us because yan ngee was talking about some gossip about their sec sch ppl and he wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh i rmb! kok haw had to pay extra 'cause he stayed in the mrt for more than 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;he was inside since 11.40 to like 1 plus haha&lt;br /&gt;yeah so on the train we gossip about ppl from yan ngee and kok haw's sec school&lt;br /&gt;i think the boys very childish&lt;br /&gt;like grow up la&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;yeah so after yu xuan alighted then later kok haw went to sit down by himself&lt;br /&gt;then i told yan ngee to take photo and put on stomp&lt;br /&gt;say: most inconsiderate person in singapore&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about singaporean aunties on public transport&lt;br /&gt;so funny la!&lt;br /&gt;the things that they do&lt;br /&gt;yan ngee told me got one time she was walking towards this seat&lt;br /&gt;then this auntie was like right behind her&lt;br /&gt;then she threw her bag at the seat to like book it&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;like so ridiculous la&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;yeah so that's basically it&lt;br /&gt;GREAT TIME :)))))))))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-22637100.post-269387617912306911</id><published>2009-06-21T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:43:47.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had family dinner at shangri la hotel the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was a buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it was freaking expensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;especially because today is father's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the food was good but there were some exceptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esp the steamed fish, omg la, so soft it melts in your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and the mashed potato was nice too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the service was very good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and the hotel look damn freaking nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today was my 2 brothers' treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first time they treat us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i rmm me and me 2nd bro went to take the marshmallow fondue thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after we coat the marshmallows he went to stick the plate into the fondue thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as though he want to coat the plate also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then in the end he never eat the chocolate that he took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i can don't eat for the next few days already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and the dessert is sooooo damn sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have to run don't know how many rounds after this&lt;br /&gt;oh and on our way there and back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my 2nd bro was like dancing to 'nobody' by wonder girls beside me in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's like a 'perfect' place to dance, seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the car is like so small already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we are already squeezed to one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and he danced like nobody's business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;purposely move his arms to kajiao me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think he watched enough of the video that he mastered the moves already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway i don't get why so many people are into the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the world has gone mad!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;photos in facebook! :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TMR ES OUTING! :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-269387617912306911?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/269387617912306911/comments/default' 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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-22637100.post-9161409120300758325</id><published>2009-06-17T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:41:10.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today went with nas &amp;amp; zy to minds cafe! :)&lt;br /&gt;we played like 5 games&lt;br /&gt;expressions, tiki thing, bluff game, cluedo, and falling monkeys&lt;br /&gt;nas keep losing&lt;br /&gt;like the ultimate loser XD&lt;br /&gt;then zy is the overall winner&lt;br /&gt;she won 3 games&lt;br /&gt;i won 2 games&lt;br /&gt;nas lost 2 and got 2nd place for 3 games&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;she got loser luck :)&lt;br /&gt;then the losers will have their picture taken&lt;br /&gt;so nas got the most photos&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;the cafe was fun and entertaining :)&lt;br /&gt;then nas and i actually conspiring to make zy lose for the last round of cluedo in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;then when we came out zy say she don't want to play already&lt;br /&gt;aiya! then we can't use our cheating strategies&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway the strategy was if zy said the thing and we have that card&lt;br /&gt;i will blink profusely at nas&lt;br /&gt;and nas will give her sparstic weird weird look&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;ha! i rmb nas got 13 monkeys for falling monkeys! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh i rmb got 1 game called" do you like your dogs?" hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;pics on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-9161409120300758325?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-3901335465912133902</id><published>2009-06-16T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:30:05.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like the weather&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's sunshine sometimes it's thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;i must check the forecast before i leave the house&lt;br /&gt;when i'm out i must always look up and check the clouds&lt;br /&gt;to see if the sun is still shining or rain is going to come&lt;br /&gt;i'm the kind who does not like to bring an umbrella out&lt;br /&gt;it's a risk all the time&lt;br /&gt;at first, i did not mind getting drenched sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but then i get tired of having to go home and wash the clothes clean&lt;br /&gt;and then they got drenched again&lt;br /&gt;it's so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;and it's so not fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't make the world revolve around you&lt;br /&gt;who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't make people become tired of you&lt;br /&gt;that's just pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world could do without you&lt;br /&gt;believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3901335465912133902?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3901335465912133902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=3901335465912133902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3901335465912133902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345718805541620066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_O7klvCWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tzb_YYOh3b8/s320/SANY0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;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;my 2nd bro's best buddy &amp;amp; 2nd bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_O7bc_hyI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Cnv2N3GCMug/s1600-h/SANY0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345718803089032994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_O7bc_hyI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Cnv2N3GCMug/s320/SANY0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd bro with his awards. one of them is for coy best shot! :) yeah his sparstic pose. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_O7HfghcI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jYbQTQNZs4s/s1600-h/SANY0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345718797730874818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_O7HfghcI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jYbQTQNZs4s/s320/SANY0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family photo! (without my big bro, he got work &amp;amp; the lady i forgot who she is :x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N4Wl2VVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bCwPprEoxrg/s1600-h/SANY0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717650732766546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N4Wl2VVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bCwPprEoxrg/s320/SANY0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N4A0DhNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/atIcWgBp8gc/s1600-h/SANY0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717644886770898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N4A0DhNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/atIcWgBp8gc/s320/SANY0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/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;zulu camp award winners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N3lFwQvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lGDo3yAxCiY/s1600-h/SANY0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717637444813554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N3lFwQvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lGDo3yAxCiY/s320/SANY0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N3VQHlmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ha4EkMGPU-Q/s1600-h/SANY0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717633193317986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N3VQHlmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ha4EkMGPU-Q/s320/SANY0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N3OO4CgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Sd7FrDKKM_M/s1600-h/SANY0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717631309056514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_N3OO4CgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Sd7FrDKKM_M/s320/SANY0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_MlokR58I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/VsHtUf7wt_A/s1600-h/SANY0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345716229628880834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_MlokR58I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/VsHtUf7wt_A/s320/SANY0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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&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;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd bro &amp;amp; me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_Mld_DsjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WpjAaV6ZftE/s1600-h/SANY0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345716226788405810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_Mld_DsjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WpjAaV6ZftE/s320/SANY0461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd bro &amp;amp; dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_MlKWnpqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XeLRR5k-svA/s1600-h/SANY0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345716221518522018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_MlKWnpqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XeLRR5k-svA/s320/SANY0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd bro &amp;amp; mum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_Mk0ZjjOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0LmWPggBY_s/s1600-h/SANY0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345716215625256162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_Mk0ZjjOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0LmWPggBY_s/s320/SANY0459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd bro &amp;amp; mum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_MkHFjkXI/AAAAAAAAATw/yd4PDFDAJyc/s1600-h/SANY0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345716203461775730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_MkHFjkXI/AAAAAAAAATw/yd4PDFDAJyc/s320/SANY0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LalGZG1I/AAAAAAAAATo/wFqWWEFekPw/s1600-h/SANY0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345714940208028498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LalGZG1I/AAAAAAAAATo/wFqWWEFekPw/s320/SANY0456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;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&gt;&lt;div&gt;the parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LaXZPuCI/AAAAAAAAATg/VTo0caaPJ5A/s1600-h/SANY0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345714936529008674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LaXZPuCI/AAAAAAAAATg/VTo0caaPJ5A/s320/SANY0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LaCxlFvI/AAAAAAAAATY/wlQuegSof1A/s1600-h/SANY0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345714930993927922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LaCxlFvI/AAAAAAAAATY/wlQuegSof1A/s320/SANY0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LZ7J8AEI/AAAAAAAAATQ/88kF6B8ToNw/s1600-h/SANY0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345714928948609090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LZ7J8AEI/AAAAAAAAATQ/88kF6B8ToNw/s320/SANY0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LZWjQpSI/AAAAAAAAATI/Zh7QOH0BCK0/s1600-h/SANY0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345714919122707746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_LZWjQpSI/AAAAAAAAATI/Zh7QOH0BCK0/s320/SANY0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/22637100-1250948311163496469?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1250948311163496469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=1250948311163496469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1250948311163496469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1250948311163496469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-bros-pop-me-2nd-bro-big-bro-at.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Si_O78mefMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZYg6Leap1cg/s72-c/SANY0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-1388868378450579301</id><published>2009-06-09T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:18:21.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr's my 2nd bro's passing out parade&lt;br /&gt;it seems so slow and fast at the same time&lt;br /&gt;finally he's graduating&lt;br /&gt;some sort&lt;br /&gt;when he first went in there he was miserable&lt;br /&gt;said it was very sian inside&lt;br /&gt;then when he calls you can hear the sianness in his voice&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;but now he seems to be enjoying his time inside&lt;br /&gt;at least better than the first week&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that he made this very good new friend&lt;br /&gt;they are very close&lt;br /&gt;and when he told me about him, i felt that he treasure this friend a lot&lt;br /&gt;and i can tell from his actions too&lt;br /&gt;he even went to make this photo thingy for him for the pop&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad he has met someone like that&lt;br /&gt;someone that makes you feel great&lt;br /&gt;someone that you think is so worthy&lt;br /&gt;i know what this feels like&lt;br /&gt;i have known people like this and i am thankful :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy for him and i think they will be friends for a long time to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to your senses and think&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to it&lt;br /&gt;you're just kidding yourself&lt;br /&gt;and making yourself feel horrible&lt;br /&gt;go back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;before i let myself fall&lt;br /&gt;i've stuffed too much meaning in you&lt;br /&gt;you can't contain so much&lt;br /&gt;you are not supposed to anyway&lt;br /&gt;stop screwing up&lt;br /&gt;i was disappointed so many times&lt;br /&gt;put too many hopes on you&lt;br /&gt;you can't take it&lt;br /&gt;you're not the one to take it&lt;br /&gt;you're not strong enough to support it&lt;br /&gt;you crumble anytime&lt;br /&gt;step out, shut up&lt;br /&gt;i won't let you be another one&lt;br /&gt;i know what's it like&lt;br /&gt;all messed up&lt;br /&gt;can't go back&lt;br /&gt;sigh and regret&lt;br /&gt;it was okay until i screwed it up&lt;br /&gt;still trying to find back&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY IT WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's confusing, i know&lt;br /&gt;but that's just how i feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1388868378450579301?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1388868378450579301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=1388868378450579301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1388868378450579301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/1388868378450579301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmrs-my-2nd-bros-passing-out-parade-it.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-3402823156196312873</id><published>2009-05-29T22:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:38:20.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went back to css yesterday&lt;br /&gt;we went to see the teachers&lt;br /&gt;saw mrs philip, mrs yeo, ms faith, mdm chang&lt;br /&gt;anil said she saw a 'flash of green' walk past in the staff room&lt;br /&gt;and that was mr koh&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i also saw mr ng&lt;br /&gt;but when i first saw him i wanted to call him but did not know how to address lol&lt;br /&gt;and the teachers talk until like we are very miserable and stressed out&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;and i got to see the reservoir!&lt;br /&gt;now i know why css always so windy&lt;br /&gt;because got the reservoir breeze!&lt;br /&gt;i miss it!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;though i did not take a picture of where the exact spot i remembered to be&lt;br /&gt;but i got to experience it again&lt;br /&gt;which was awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_vH4A9UNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cWP3UNpxM3k/s1600-h/P28-05-09_16.46.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anil &amp;amp; atika with view of the reservoir from one of the staircases, though not that staircase i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_vH4A9UNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cWP3UNpxM3k/s1600-h/P28-05-09_16.46.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_u5Wp1v2I/AAAAAAAAASo/LKoSJzfv5-Y/s1600-h/P28-05-09_17.32.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_xsDxlr1I/AAAAAAAAATA/fmgwg5AUMUU/s1600-h/P28-05-09_16.46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341253422314532690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_xsDxlr1I/AAAAAAAAATA/fmgwg5AUMUU/s320/P28-05-09_16.46.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_vH4A9UNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cWP3UNpxM3k/s1600-h/P28-05-09_16.46.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_vHQ8dQoI/AAAAAAAAASw/dPZ4s4CG__0/s1600-h/P28-05-09_16.50.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;view of the reservoir with a lot of trees covering it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_vHQ8dQoI/AAAAAAAAASw/dPZ4s4CG__0/s1600-h/P28-05-09_16.50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341250591171363458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_vHQ8dQoI/AAAAAAAAASw/dPZ4s4CG__0/s320/P28-05-09_16.50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the reservoir! so nice right! :) this was what i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_u5PNIhHI/AAAAAAAAASg/AA4RFA1n9aU/s1600-h/P28-05-09_17.33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341250350186267762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_u5PNIhHI/AAAAAAAAASg/AA4RFA1n9aU/s320/P28-05-09_17.33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anil &amp;amp; atika having discussion at the reservoir. can't remember what they were talking about. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_u5Wp1v2I/AAAAAAAAASo/LKoSJzfv5-Y/s1600-h/P28-05-09_17.32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341250352185720674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_u5Wp1v2I/AAAAAAAAASo/LKoSJzfv5-Y/s320/P28-05-09_17.32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, anil &amp;amp; atika in canteen (though you can't see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_u4u72kYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/eFco03t6_lg/s1600-h/P28-05-09_17_12%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341250341523853698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_u4u72kYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/eFco03t6_lg/s320/P28-05-09_17_12%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atika &amp;amp; me (taken in staff room. we got to sit on the blue chairs! finally! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_up6TLOkI/AAAAAAAAASA/g634S-buRFU/s1600-h/P28-05-09_17_27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341250086876428866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_up6TLOkI/AAAAAAAAASA/g634S-buRFU/s320/P28-05-09_17_27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me &amp;amp; atika. my pass was "v7" and her pass was "v11" so together we are 7-11! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_upi7a4tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Vidfzop6vrc/s1600-h/P280509_17_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341250080602776274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_upi7a4tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Vidfzop6vrc/s320/P280509_17_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anil &amp;amp; me at reservoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_upTjkWvI/AAAAAAAAARw/mE3X9caOgh8/s1600-h/P280509_17_40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341250076476201714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_upTjkWvI/AAAAAAAAARw/mE3X9caOgh8/s320/P280509_17_40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atika &amp;amp; me. lol. my hard-core lover/seducer for 4 years and counting. hahaha! ( i can't believe i admitted it lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_upJ9Yk8I/AAAAAAAAARg/nOAx6SsFTTo/s1600-h/P280509_17_41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341250073900127170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_upJ9Yk8I/AAAAAAAAARg/nOAx6SsFTTo/s320/P280509_17_41.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22637100-3402823156196312873?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3402823156196312873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=3402823156196312873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3402823156196312873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3402823156196312873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-back-to-css-yesterday-we-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sh_xsDxlr1I/AAAAAAAAATA/fmgwg5AUMUU/s72-c/P28-05-09_16.46.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-2915595240339063864</id><published>2009-05-27T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:37:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've finally talked to KARTHIK on msn yesterday night!&lt;br /&gt;i was soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;it's been like so long&lt;br /&gt;and i must really say&lt;br /&gt;after talking to him, it reminds me why i love him as a friend&lt;br /&gt;he is such a gentleman, so damn nice and awesome and funny and understands me well&lt;br /&gt;i could tell him whatever i want and i like his responses &amp;amp; that's why i like to tell him things&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's karthik :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how nice it is to talk to a person like karthik&lt;br /&gt;because you always shoot me with your arrows&lt;br /&gt;i always have to take it in and suck it up&lt;br /&gt;and pretend it doesn't bother me&lt;br /&gt;i could not tell you whatever i want and i don't like your responses &amp;amp; that's why i don't like to tell you things&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-2915595240339063864?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2915595240339063864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=2915595240339063864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2915595240339063864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2915595240339063864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-finally-talked-to-karthik-on-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-3933386043602480271</id><published>2009-05-26T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:02:52.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wore a smile to sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;but when i realised it, i was smiling for no reason&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i've finally let something go&lt;br /&gt;i hold on to so many things&lt;br /&gt;i don't know which i've let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody told me something yesterday&lt;br /&gt;while i was in the toilet, her words were running through my brain&lt;br /&gt;it makes sense&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know her words went so deep into my brain&lt;br /&gt;she can be my kong zi&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;to my kong zi:&lt;br /&gt;i'm kou ying xin luan&lt;br /&gt;so next time i say mean things just take it that i actually feel the opposite&lt;br /&gt;if i say nice things also take it i feel the opposite!&lt;br /&gt;haha! no la jk!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know you're a very nice friend&lt;br /&gt;and i do treasure you as a friend, even though i don't act like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/ShtbRieVsJI/AAAAAAAAARY/McMLaxAxFKA/s1600-h/4286_84322659215_539534215_1671203_873689_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/ShtbRieVsJI/AAAAAAAAARY/McMLaxAxFKA/s320/4286_84322659215_539534215_1671203_873689_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339962140047814802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i'm stalking her!  hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;stalkee &amp;amp; stalker&lt;br /&gt;a very nice stalkee ah, let stalker take photo with her&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;but i feel proud being her stalker! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3933386043602480271?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/ShtbRieVsJI/AAAAAAAAARY/McMLaxAxFKA/s72-c/4286_84322659215_539534215_1671203_873689_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-4317597506981810222</id><published>2009-05-18T11:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:09:48.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was suddenly reminded of the reservoir across css&lt;/div&gt;especially in sec 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a hectic and stressful day in school&lt;/div&gt;when i'm walking down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i see the water in the reservoir&lt;/div&gt;at that moment, the wind blowing across your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see the calm waters slowly making waves&lt;/div&gt;your whole body calms down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your spirits are lifted &lt;/div&gt;it's such a beautiful sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still remember clearly how it looks like, how it feels to be at that moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm beginning to miss a lot of things about css&lt;br /&gt;i never knew it could be so good&lt;br /&gt;you won't know what you have was really good until it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did i go wrong&lt;br /&gt;just when you thought you can totally depend on someone...&lt;br /&gt;that pillar collapsed&lt;br /&gt;i bet you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm down, i just have to think that you're always there&lt;br /&gt;and i would feel better&lt;br /&gt;you give me courage, you keep me going&lt;br /&gt;i feel i could face up to anything because i know you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;another letdown&lt;br /&gt;i feel like pieces of me are tearing themselves away&lt;br /&gt;one by one&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll continue until there's nothing left of me&lt;br /&gt;how wrong i was to think that it'll be alright because i still have you&lt;br /&gt;i guess anything can happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/22637100-4317597506981810222?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4317597506981810222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=4317597506981810222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4317597506981810222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4317597506981810222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-suddenly-reminded-of-reservoir.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-7471090808789289200</id><published>2009-05-17T23:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:00:21.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposedly still studying for the phy &amp;amp; chem tests tmr&lt;br /&gt;but my fingers very itchy&lt;br /&gt;must type something&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my 2nd bro called just now&lt;br /&gt;it's been such a long time since i heard his voice&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so much&lt;br /&gt;it's not the same without him in the house&lt;br /&gt;you can feel it&lt;br /&gt;i have lesser entertainment&lt;br /&gt;i have one less person to complain to&lt;br /&gt;i have one less person to 'argue' with&lt;br /&gt;our arguments are fun&lt;br /&gt;i have one less person to play with&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but then i still have my big bro, so it's not that bad&lt;br /&gt;it's just one less&lt;br /&gt;well, he's been really busy inside&lt;br /&gt;and i heard he got confined for 'losing' his gun&lt;br /&gt;that means he'll be home either next week or the week after that&lt;br /&gt;and he told me about the 'motivational' letter i wrote him&lt;br /&gt;the one which families are supposed to write something to encourage them for the field camp&lt;br /&gt;he said all his friends cried when they read their letters&lt;br /&gt;he was the only one who laughed&lt;br /&gt;he asked: what kind of motivational letter was that?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;my motivational letter damn unique, make people laugh one :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's impossible to make him cry&lt;br /&gt;because i'm his crazy little sister :D&lt;br /&gt;hope to see him soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nowadays i look forward to guzheng practices,&lt;br /&gt;not so much because of the practice, but because i get to see&lt;br /&gt;my group of friends there&lt;br /&gt;we have so much fun&lt;br /&gt;and i laugh so much&lt;br /&gt;i think one of them is a very interesting person&lt;br /&gt;i shall not say the name, but those who supposed to know will know&lt;br /&gt;she's so dao, but at the same time so entertaining&lt;br /&gt;she dao until very funny&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tmr guzheng full dress rehearsal frm 3.30 to 8pm leh!&lt;br /&gt;siao!&lt;br /&gt;but i look forward to it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, concentrate on the things that make me smile&lt;br /&gt;though the ones that make me frown's right smack in front of my face everyday&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-8384214467927700103</id><published>2009-05-16T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:39:01.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>learn to live with it&lt;br /&gt;to see the things i do not want to see&lt;br /&gt;learn to let go&lt;br /&gt;to see those smiles&lt;br /&gt;pretend&lt;br /&gt;should have never let myself fall&lt;br /&gt;cut the ties&lt;br /&gt;what was that&lt;br /&gt;almost there&lt;br /&gt;but stopped short&lt;br /&gt;that day will come&lt;br /&gt;i won't give you what you don't deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepared for the worst&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-2227269874772925643</id><published>2009-05-11T17:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:14:02.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lately i've been wondering a lot&lt;br /&gt;about things that i've never been so bothered about before&lt;br /&gt;wondering why i am even wondering&lt;br /&gt;then just suddenly today&lt;br /&gt;i decided to make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;to let it all go&lt;br /&gt;i know what's it like&lt;br /&gt;i choose whether to climb the step or not&lt;br /&gt;and i chose not to&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna turn my back on it&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, 4 arrows are enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-2227269874772925643?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2227269874772925643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=2227269874772925643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2227269874772925643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2227269874772925643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/lately-ive-been-wondering-lot-about.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-12140104301188448</id><published>2009-05-09T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:33:53.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL NOT GO THROUGH IT AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-12140104301188448?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/12140104301188448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>today went out with nas &amp;amp; borat&lt;br /&gt;actually i was in a dilemma as to whether to go or not&lt;br /&gt;until this morning i'm still thinking&lt;br /&gt;then in the end i finally decided to go&lt;br /&gt;it turned out VERY well&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself VERY MUCH&lt;br /&gt;we went to this new shopping mall called iluma at bugis&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch wolverine&lt;br /&gt;it was nice, but borat keep saying very drama&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;yeah, after the movie we want to find toilet&lt;br /&gt;but the toilets in iluma was always very crowded&lt;br /&gt;some only got 2 cubicles&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to go bugis junction's toilets&lt;br /&gt;on our way there me &amp;amp; nas kept laughing&lt;br /&gt;all the way&lt;br /&gt;until inside the toiler already still laughing&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then we were saying what go bugis toilet very fun&lt;br /&gt;so everytime nas want to go toilet she must travel all the way to bugis&lt;br /&gt;that's why she's always not home&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;before the movie &amp;amp; after we ate at burger king&lt;br /&gt;we went to sit down at iluma&lt;br /&gt;then we watch people walk past&lt;br /&gt;then i said it's interesting to watch people walk past&lt;br /&gt;can see all sorts of weirdos&lt;br /&gt;then we had this idea of walking with the crowd then take picture&lt;br /&gt;then can put "weirdo 1" and "weirdo 2"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;so i ask nas to go try&lt;br /&gt;when a crowd was coming, she would go join the crowd then try to blend in with the crowd and walk with them&lt;br /&gt;then she always get left behind or something&lt;br /&gt;i was taking the picture and always very blur&lt;br /&gt;then she have to keep walking again!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it was so idiotic&lt;br /&gt;but it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;then we walked together&lt;br /&gt;i walked behind nas&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it was worth going out today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics on facebook! but damn blur&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-533909212266213109?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/533909212266213109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=533909212266213109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/533909212266213109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/533909212266213109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-went-out-with-nas-borat-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-22637100.post-6537949680589693563</id><published>2009-04-27T00:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:05:43.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are some random pics in my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big bro, me, and my 2nd bro! he just shaved his head, getting ready for army! :D &amp;amp; what's with the look on my big bro's face? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SfSTw5vCalI/AAAAAAAAARQ/S5ui8EewpG4/s1600-h/SANY0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329046727427254866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SfSTw5vCalI/AAAAAAAAARQ/S5ui8EewpG4/s320/SANY0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd bro, during the long break after a levels. he is playing computer games as usual and still had his hair! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SfSSPt2riTI/AAAAAAAAARA/tl00v4YTSq8/s1600-h/SANY0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329045057790773554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SfSSPt2riTI/AAAAAAAAARA/tl00v4YTSq8/s320/SANY0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329045053578774658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SfSSPeKdiII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ba0z5PvSXMQ/s320/SANY0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, hugging patrick. i'm playing this scary game which my big bro asked me to play. i needed to put something cute in front of me to counter the horror of what i see on the screen. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6537949680589693563?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6537949680589693563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=6537949680589693563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-4262929894855201002</id><published>2009-04-27T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:36:46.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye karthik!&lt;br /&gt;went to send him off just now&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss him&lt;br /&gt;there's a farewell video for him on youtube and facebook&lt;br /&gt;hope to be able to see him soon!&lt;br /&gt;he won't be gone forever&lt;br /&gt;maybe he'll come back some day or we'll go visit him&lt;br /&gt;at the airport just now, when he went inside, i realised this will be the last time i'll be able to be in his presence for a long time&lt;br /&gt;and jia qiang and anil could not make it :(&lt;br /&gt;i know jia qiang must be very sad, afterall, they have been friends since primary school&lt;br /&gt;and anil...&lt;br /&gt;it's just the feeling of losing someone great&lt;br /&gt;karthik is really one of a kind, irreplacable&lt;br /&gt;i'm reminded of the laughters and smiles we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i have the honour to have him as a friend&lt;br /&gt;to have laughed with him, to have gone through 2 years with him&lt;br /&gt;all the best to him! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-4262929894855201002?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4262929894855201002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=4262929894855201002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/4262929894855201002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and great&lt;br /&gt;if only i could laugh like this everyday&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dead in school, feel so alive outside&lt;br /&gt;friends for 7 years and counting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and karthik's going off tmr!&lt;br /&gt;and i did not hang out with him ever since that time we played badminton&lt;br /&gt;because too busy with school :(&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;karthik!!!&lt;br /&gt;he's such a special friend&lt;br /&gt;tmr we'll meet him at the airport to send him off&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not worth the time, not worth the effort, not worth the words, not worth the mention, not worth the thought&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is: this is the fastest transformation to a pile of shit i've ever seen, and i worshipped that pile of shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-6563775580677776217?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-5218251201419036827</id><published>2009-04-24T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:20:36.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got hit by a tornado&lt;br /&gt;i never saw it coming and i don't know what happened&lt;br /&gt;this shows that things can changed anytime&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have cared so much&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have expected anything from you&lt;br /&gt;in the end, you're just another disappointment&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't have wasted my time and effort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-5218251201419036827?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-1326299582329635808</id><published>2009-04-18T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:20:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 words for you&lt;br /&gt;screw you&lt;br /&gt;why is there a version of you everywhere i go&lt;br /&gt;it's like I'm stuck in this cycle forever&lt;br /&gt;if this is really what you want to do to me&lt;br /&gt;so be it&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop you&lt;br /&gt;it's not my loss&lt;br /&gt;i've been through this before&lt;br /&gt;i won't let you be another ***&lt;br /&gt;i'll look the other way&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how fast things can change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-1326299582329635808?l=hell--butterfly.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-22637100.post-2006459469652655887</id><published>2009-03-29T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:25:26.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sc-SmffQBnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/y6v3hqlMd1E/s1600-h/Photo0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sc-SmffQBnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/y6v3hqlMd1E/s320/Photo0230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318630874933102194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to plaza sing with my big bro after school on fri&lt;br /&gt;there's display of gundams at the first level&lt;br /&gt;it's a gundam playing guzheng!&lt;br /&gt;ain't this cool?!&lt;br /&gt;haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-2006459469652655887?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2006459469652655887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=2006459469652655887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2006459469652655887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/2006459469652655887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-to-plaza-sing-with-my-big-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CSXGh7SOlUs/Sc-SmffQBnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/y6v3hqlMd1E/s72-c/Photo0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-4139341350820519879</id><published>2009-03-22T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:21:21.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly have this overwhelming feeling of sense of loss&lt;br /&gt;in april my 2nd bro is going to ns&lt;br /&gt;i won't be able to see him for 3 months! :(&lt;br /&gt;then karthik is going back to india&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when i'll be able to see him again :(&lt;br /&gt;april is not a good month for me&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing these 2 good people&lt;br /&gt;people who i had fun with, shared so many laughters&lt;br /&gt;why must the good people go?&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting jovita too&lt;br /&gt;all who are close to me... :(&lt;br /&gt;well, at least for my 2nd bro i can still see him after 3 months&lt;br /&gt;and he'll be home every weekend after that&lt;br /&gt;this is one bad thing about having bros&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to go through the period of missing them when they go ns&lt;br /&gt;whereas for karthik and jovita, maybe it'll be a very very long time before i can see them again&lt;br /&gt;but we'll keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss them!&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to spend the last few weeks with them as much as possible :)&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-22637100.post-581964657047695861</id><published>2009-03-19T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:21:08.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes!&lt;br /&gt;finally got back from 3 days of guzheng camp!&lt;br /&gt;feel so free! :)&lt;br /&gt;spent my bday stuck in camp :(&lt;br /&gt;but it was okay la&lt;br /&gt;can celebrate on another day&lt;br /&gt;must kan kai yi dian&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so we just practised and practised&lt;br /&gt;then got tuning then clean cases&lt;br /&gt;then we keep carrying the guzheng frm place to place like zuo chu kong lidat&lt;br /&gt;even got time to study one la&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;we got no movie leh, other than juon with co&lt;br /&gt;i heard harmoc got wad 881&lt;br /&gt;then floorball got wad ice hockey show de&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;n i slept in the cold hard floor for 2 nights!&lt;br /&gt;it was so uncomfortable la&lt;br /&gt;my body was aching&lt;br /&gt;i kept tossing n turning trying to find the right position but to no avail&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up duno how many times in the night and then fall aslp again&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch juon with the co ppl&lt;br /&gt;lol i was damn chicken la&lt;br /&gt;i was covering my eyes the my hands most of the time&lt;br /&gt;even the not scary parts i also cover&lt;br /&gt;then after a while then i realise it's the not the scary part, why am i covering my eyes&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;i even hid behind a chair haha&lt;br /&gt;zhong yun kept saying i dui css de lian&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;today me n gwen woke up damn late&lt;br /&gt;we were the lastest in our room&lt;br /&gt;n guess wad,&lt;br /&gt;we got locked in the room 'cause other ppl think there's nobody in the room alr&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;n i think i did a very idiotic thing&lt;br /&gt;i requested: no beef, no pork, no chicken for my food b4 the camp&lt;br /&gt;so they assumed im vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;n i have to eat veggies for lunch and dinner for 3 days straight!&lt;br /&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;nw i'm damn sick of veggies alr&lt;br /&gt;i nid meat!!&lt;br /&gt;in camp, i keep thinking about fish fish fish!&lt;br /&gt;when i'm out of camp must eat fish!&lt;br /&gt;actually no beef no pork no chicken but still got fish what&lt;br /&gt;and crab, and other seafood&lt;br /&gt;n other ppl were like eating so nice food la&lt;br /&gt;got hotdog got fish&lt;br /&gt;walao&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i become smart after this&lt;br /&gt;nxt time dun so geigei put so many things&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i just weighed myself just nw and i did not gain weight!&lt;br /&gt;amazing!&lt;br /&gt;cuz we've been eating supper for 2 nights&lt;br /&gt;i dun have the habit of eating supper&lt;br /&gt;and i told myself must finish my hw during camp de&lt;br /&gt;but in the end leh&lt;br /&gt;haii&lt;br /&gt;nw must wake up early in the morning to mug&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'll be going out everyday after today&lt;br /&gt;n nid to study for phy test!!&lt;br /&gt;crap&lt;br /&gt;now i'm damn tired la&lt;br /&gt;my eyes like cannot open fully alr&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-581964657047695861?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/581964657047695861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=581964657047695861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/581964657047695861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq, saiful, me at some event called noise on the bay. n there's a girl dying to be in our pic! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbPG6WUheAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VVhzvy-KrGs/s1600-h/Photo171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbPG6WUheAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VVhzvy-KrGs/s320/Photo171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310807091326318594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, saiful at perfect place for 'nerding'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbvCaqw9AZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vl8h2QZ65eg/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbvCaqw9AZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vl8h2QZ65eg/s320/DSC00585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313053948825633170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anil, hilda &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbvCZ4r_HUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/C5dpGBKr57Q/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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/&gt;me &amp;amp; hilda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbvCZTU0RjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3U5vmB426Ms/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbvCZTU0RjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3U5vmB426Ms/s320/DSC00581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313053925353735730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anil, hilda &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbvCbAMbHzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fvaiYvzkqJw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbvCbAMbHzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fvaiYvzkqJw/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313053954577997618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anil, hilda &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbPgLtROCDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NoQ6ReKGPnE/s1600-h/P060309_17.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbPgLtROCDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NoQ6ReKGPnE/s320/P060309_17.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310834877334947890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, hui ying( can see her?), you jing at css!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbPgLwOhxkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GMce8DhYQ88/s1600-h/P060309_17.16%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbPgLwOhxkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GMce8DhYQ88/s320/P060309_17.16%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310834878128965186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, hui ying, you jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such a boratic day&lt;br /&gt;went out with the borats&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't planned&lt;br /&gt;borat called and suddenly so boratic ask me and borat whether want to go out or not&lt;br /&gt;'cause he misses the borat&lt;br /&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;had fun&lt;br /&gt;we went to nerd at vivocity&lt;br /&gt;many other people were 'nerding' ah&lt;br /&gt;but borat never got to take pic of nerding in action!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;he so excited about 'nerding'&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so we like nerd for 4 hrs then we decided to go to the sg flyer popeye to eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;the fish fillet sandwich was very nice&lt;br /&gt;nicer than mac's x)&lt;br /&gt;then later we loiter loiter then we came to this place where they were having noise on the bay by noise singapore&lt;br /&gt;so we sat down and watch the performance for like 1 hr&lt;br /&gt;the songs were okay la&lt;br /&gt;then we took a pic with some girl desperate to get on the cam&lt;br /&gt;haha no la jk&lt;br /&gt;on the way back we talk about a lot of 'interesting' stuff&lt;br /&gt;was laughing like mad&lt;br /&gt;haha we are damn creative man!&lt;br /&gt;exotic flavours&lt;br /&gt;thin and strong&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;our borat empire trade secret&lt;br /&gt;cannot anyhow say&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;never laughed like that for a long time&lt;br /&gt;must find people with the same frequency as you&lt;br /&gt;boratic ah&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;there's a difference between css ppl and some njc ppl&lt;br /&gt;different sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;i love boratic humour the most =D&lt;br /&gt;anyway the photos are with borat so cannot upload yet&lt;br /&gt;will upload when i get my boratic hands on them&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;look forward to another boratic outing! =DD&lt;br /&gt;we the borats rock your =)))      off man! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also i still can't upload the pics of the day me, hilda and anil went out&lt;br /&gt;must upload&lt;br /&gt;and also the yesterday take with yj one in css&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm finally going to create a facebook!&lt;br /&gt;after the borats threaten and bash me up if i dun create&lt;br /&gt;haha no la jk&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm quite curious also&lt;br /&gt;why everyone have facebook&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9 more days! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22637100-3931205546831433183?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3931205546831433183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22637100&amp;postID=3931205546831433183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3931205546831433183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22637100/posts/default/3931205546831433183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-such-boratic-day-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>we</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04997558685377242089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SbPG52yN4iI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dGNB-z4FKSM/s72-c/Photo172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-3289568340134810863</id><published>2009-02-14T22:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:32:12.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SZbdylRFGwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vBxDM44GIkk/s1600-h/P10204251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SZbdylRFGwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vBxDM44GIkk/s320/P10204251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302669472342285058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was supposed to be the last part of this post but i'm lazy to drag it all the way down to the end so here&lt;br /&gt;this is my og and ogls&lt;br /&gt;og07! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SZbZBi04eCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/dANXt6gl9pU/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SZbZBi04eCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/dANXt6gl9pU/s320/DSC00777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302664231827044386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i know i'm damn slow&lt;br /&gt;this was the e.s outing on 08/02/09&lt;br /&gt;i meant to get this from yu xuan but as i was blog surfing just now i saw this pic in his blog so i just koped it&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway the outing stuff can go read his blog&lt;br /&gt;i got very bad memory&lt;br /&gt;haha about the notorious stuff&lt;br /&gt;i still remembered&lt;br /&gt;i could recognise one of the person he was talking about&lt;br /&gt;but the others i can't remember how they look like&lt;br /&gt;i think i saw the most notorious one he was talking about&lt;br /&gt;then i kept on staring at him&lt;br /&gt;for a while only&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure if he was the guy&lt;br /&gt;he's taller than i expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway just now&lt;br /&gt;like around 8pm&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to ask my bro to teach me my homework qns&lt;br /&gt;then he was playing wow as usual so he asked me to wait&lt;br /&gt;then after a while i very kan chiong so i don't care just ask him&lt;br /&gt;then it took like 2.5hrs just to ask him 5 qns&lt;br /&gt;that includes 'waiting' time&lt;br /&gt;so later i said: i'm gonna blog about you ah! and how you make me wait!&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;walao if like that i don't need to complete my hw alr&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible at this rate&lt;br /&gt;so this is how i blog about my bro and how he make me wait&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;but better than not having anybody to ask right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of knowing my class&lt;br /&gt;because i'm scared i get those crappy class&lt;br /&gt;with crappy people&lt;br /&gt;i like my og now&lt;br /&gt;i really don't mind if my og were my class&lt;br /&gt;but most of them take bcme =(&lt;br /&gt;so most probably i won't remain as close after getting my class&lt;br /&gt;at least my og don't have those kind of nonsensical shytti people&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared la&lt;br /&gt;i don't know a lot of pcme people&lt;br /&gt;so after getting class must know new people again&lt;br /&gt;hopefully not people who are sorry excuses for humans&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind if they are nice people&lt;br /&gt;then i'll get to know more people&lt;br /&gt;pray very very hard i get good class =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;actually wanted to go out with karthik and others today&lt;br /&gt;but could not call enough people in time so it was cancelled&lt;br /&gt;and don't know who that person is right, whose hp got problem only reply me in the afternoon when it's too late already har :p&lt;br /&gt;so in the morning i went back to school to practise guzheng&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i'm in guzheng ensemble now i guess&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be my last resort as i wanted to try something new&lt;br /&gt;but i got nothing else to join that would give me good porfolio&lt;br /&gt;so at least i join this i can go syf&lt;br /&gt;that'd be good&lt;br /&gt;never mind la, just for 2 years&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say something but i scared i get whacked&lt;br /&gt;so never mind, i shall not say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh kok haw, i know already!&lt;br /&gt;i wished you happy birthday on my blog right?!&lt;br /&gt;lol i forgot&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i'm currently broke&lt;br /&gt;and will continue to be broke&lt;br /&gt;so i can't buy your present just yet&lt;br /&gt;or any time soon lol&lt;br /&gt;so you man man deng&lt;br /&gt;wait until i got money and got time to buy&lt;br /&gt;haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah saiful came to njc on friday&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it was a last minute thing&lt;br /&gt;he was released early&lt;br /&gt;he always release early one&lt;br /&gt;then he planned to go back to css for band or something with you jing&lt;br /&gt;so in the mean time&lt;br /&gt;i asked him to come to njc&lt;br /&gt;and he can see the css people there&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy because i did not see him for a long time&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to see him in his new uniform&lt;br /&gt;while i was waiting at the gate for him i saw daisy&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised because i did not expect to see her at all&lt;br /&gt;and you know and i know why she's there&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so later saiful came and i brought him to meet my og people&lt;br /&gt;who were sitting down there don't know doing what&lt;br /&gt;then later we went to the canteen and i called atika to come down&lt;br /&gt;while waiting we saw darren who was going out to meet daisy&lt;br /&gt;then later hui ying appeared out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;lol :P&lt;br /&gt;and then valerie pamela and zhong yun came&lt;br /&gt;we crowded around him like he was some sort of tourist attraction&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it was nice, to see your friends again&lt;br /&gt;makes you miss the times you were in secondary school&lt;br /&gt;it was not that long ago, like a few months that we were still in the same class in the same school&lt;br /&gt;but it feels like ages because there have been so many changes&lt;br /&gt;you feel like those secondary school days were long ago&lt;br /&gt;i will miss all the times but i got my memories and my friends&lt;br /&gt;it's time to move on and i look forward to the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well uh it'd be nice if they do it&lt;br /&gt;but that does not mean that they are supposed to do it&lt;br /&gt;or that they must do it&lt;br /&gt;like you all take it for granted&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is&lt;br /&gt;what kind of crap is this?&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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SZbdylRFGwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vBxDM44GIkk/s72-c/P10204251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22637100.post-776348656425150389</id><published>2009-02-08T11:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:58:29.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the first weekend after school started&lt;br /&gt;just finished orientation&lt;br /&gt;it was fun but tiring&lt;br /&gt;the ogls were nice and fun =)&lt;br /&gt;my og was okay&lt;br /&gt;i have very little to say i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;these few days my mind like blank like that&lt;br /&gt;well, lessons start next week&lt;br /&gt;i'm neutral to it&lt;br /&gt;but i think i will complain when it starts&lt;br /&gt;it's always like that&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to find more girls who take same subject combi as me&lt;br /&gt;i know there will be a lot of boys taking my combi&lt;br /&gt;so far i only know 2 girls&lt;br /&gt;one from my og and another from the og before mine&lt;br /&gt;all my friends from css take bio, i mean the girls&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;never mind, when i know my class i hope there'll be more&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i get a good class and not some crappy class&lt;br /&gt;ok i don't want to think about this more than i have to&lt;br /&gt;so anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics we took when we went to bugis library on the last week of holidays. karthik wanted to take the pics for memory sake. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm going to miss him when he goes back to india&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. haha must type that small small so it won't be so obvious, because i know when he sees it he will sure brag. lol. hope he could stay in singapore then i can ka jiao him more. =) he's a very fun person to be with i must admit. and he's a very very very very very nice person. hahaha! =D why am i advertising him? lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5OQ7zfBmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cwY4WtPBvzg/s1600-h/DSCF0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5OQ7zfBmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cwY4WtPBvzg/s320/DSCF0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300259864300160610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me calling jq to find out where he is, freaky eyes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5OQ3PsNnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/E9ySq1BGvFQ/s1600-h/DSCF0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5OQ3PsNnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/E9ySq1BGvFQ/s320/DSCF0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300259863076288114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karthik taking random pic of me outside bugis library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5OQjQ1t5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/zbHa2qdq_QQ/s1600-h/DSCF0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5OQjQ1t5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/zbHa2qdq_QQ/s320/DSCF0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300259857712396178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first shot, but that's jq's extra hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5OQQ5NuJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/KtNUBFKHeIk/s1600-h/DSCF0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5OQQ5NuJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/KtNUBFKHeIk/s320/DSCF0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300259852781467794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq &amp;amp; karthik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NBBjkdII/AAAAAAAAAOw/1ftw1st82PQ/s1600-h/DSCF0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NBBjkdII/AAAAAAAAAOw/1ftw1st82PQ/s320/DSCF0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300258491454485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq &amp;amp; karthik again dey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NA0QwPWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vVDiLQcHlMA/s1600-h/DSCF0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NA0QwPWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vVDiLQcHlMA/s320/DSCF0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300258487885905250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, karthik &amp;amp; jq at the library, what is jq doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NAsxcEpI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dWEL1FmXe6Q/s1600-h/DSCF0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NAsxcEpI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dWEL1FmXe6Q/s320/DSCF0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300258485875511954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the library, lucky i'm not gay =x jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NAbmtPQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rMzNMDQEtzE/s1600-h/DSCF0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NAbmtPQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rMzNMDQEtzE/s320/DSCF0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300258481267096834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karthik &amp;amp; me at victoria bar oohh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NASpSaYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_cSns5_fBl8/s1600-h/DSCF0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSXGh7SOlUs/SY5NASpSaYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_cSns5_fBl8/s320/DSCF0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300258478862002562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol karthik look so scheming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i asked karthik to play badminton yesterday&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of a last minute thing because i only asked him on friday&lt;br /&gt;then we asked more people to join in&lt;br /&gt;karthik wanted to ask his junior but he was in school&lt;br /&gt;then i asked sarannya but she pang seh me &amp;amp; hilda in the end&lt;br /&gt;so in the end only left jq karthik &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;we decided to meet at the jurong west sports complex at 12.30&lt;br /&gt;i was late and so was karthik&lt;br /&gt;jq was there the first&lt;br /&gt;karthik is the best man&lt;br /&gt;ask me take 243g and said all the landmarks i should look out for&lt;br /&gt;and i did&lt;br /&gt;but i could not see the stadium&lt;br /&gt;so i was on the bus for quite some time already&lt;br /&gt;then i got a feeling that something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;like i overshot already&lt;br /&gt;and when jq called me, i was already going back to the interchange!&lt;br /&gt;so i went one whole round the area!&lt;br /&gt;all karthik's fault&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then later jq asked me to take 179&lt;br /&gt;and it was faster n i could see the complex&lt;br /&gt;next time don't trust karthik already&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;see la, haven't even meet up then cause so much problems already&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;jq said if we were there earlier got courts to play&lt;br /&gt;but we arrived late&lt;br /&gt;so at first we borrowed somebody else's court first while they wait for their friends&lt;br /&gt;then later we played outside the courts&lt;br /&gt;at around 2pm jq had to go&lt;br /&gt;karthik n i continued playing badminton for around 2 hrs&lt;br /&gt;that's the longest i've ever played badminton straight&lt;br /&gt;and karthik, stop bragging about your skills&lt;br /&gt;i did not play for how many years and i could still beat you! :P&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about random stuff also&lt;br /&gt;i told karthik my deepest darkest secrets yesterday&lt;br /&gt;actually i don't really trust him but he told me some deep dark secrets too&lt;br /&gt;so he said this is a fair trade&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about a lot of other stuff too&lt;br /&gt;then we went down to the track to run 10 rounds&lt;br /&gt;i was exercising like crazy like that&lt;br /&gt;the whole afternoon, play badminton then go jogging&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun la&lt;br /&gt;i love the complex it was so cool&lt;br /&gt;i especially like the aquatic something something&lt;br /&gt;look so fun&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go there someday&lt;br /&gt;at around 5.30 we went to pioneer mall to grab a desert&lt;br /&gt;karthik drank red bean soup and i had ice chin chow&lt;br /&gt;at first karthik wanted to treat me but i refused 'cause i don't usually let people treat me unnecessarily&lt;br /&gt;this is call got backbone&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;n 'cause  i said just now he said 'you all girls like that one ma' while we were talking about sth related to this&lt;br /&gt;haha he doesn't mean it la&lt;br /&gt;but i just used that to joke with him&lt;br /&gt;n in the end he said he going back to india soon so just treat me la&lt;br /&gt;so ok la&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then after that i need to go back home to change for dinner&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to be back by 6.30 but i reached home at around 7 plus&lt;br /&gt;lucky my mum didn't scold me 'cause she told me abt the dinner alr&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;karthik said i cud reach home by half an hr&lt;br /&gt;the bus trip frm there to the mrt was like half an hr alr&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;cannot trust karthik&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had fun yesterday&lt;br /&gt;we will ask more ppl to join next time&lt;br /&gt;n cannot always play badminton&lt;br /&gt;must do something taht karthik is not good at&lt;br /&gt;then can laugh at him&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOK HAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know your bday is not today but i only blogged today&lt;br /&gt;haha =D&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/22637100-776348656425150389?l=hell--butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell--butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/776348656425150389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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