<?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-9233870</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:57:11.364+08:00</updated><category term='yet another quote.'/><title type='text'>-kelly-</title><subtitle type='html'>entertain me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>511</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-5233140363528300029</id><published>2007-04-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:14:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new blog addy.</title><content type='html'>hello world &amp; whoever who reads this old, outdated blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;relink me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/lovechangedme"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;www.xanga.com/lovechangedme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've had it for abt a month oready. i wanted to keep it private, but yeah, after much tot, wtheck. plus i want my friends to know what's big &amp; small in my life now, &amp;amp; the blog pretty much covers a heck lot, esp since i take a whole load of pictures now, &amp; xanga is so much faster when it comes to uploading pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, xanga is so much better, tho a bit less user-friendly than blogger. but once u've got the hang of it, deco-ing ur blog is so much easier. &amp; i dont see much of the need to use photoshop since xanga has this picture border functions &amp;amp; it's so much cooler. &amp; for all those cam-whoring peeps, xanga's uploading pics speed is two times as fast. &amp;amp; xanga actually keeps an archive of all ur pics so that you can put them up again in future without looking for the picture again in yr com. AND, when you've uploaded all ur pics at once, u can actually pick and choose about where to put it, instead of having to drag all the pictures down to their destination like what blogger does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are a larger range of font colours to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything there is done so much faster. but one thing bad about xanga is that they dont have a list of ur entries, but just pages &amp; pages of how it looked like when others read ur acc.( if you get what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, im happier there. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-5233140363528300029?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/5233140363528300029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/5233140363528300029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-blog-addy.html' title='the new blog addy.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-4804419951420966446</id><published>2007-03-25T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:44:34.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's been fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;looking back, this week has been pretty much fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was more of completing my whole registration nyp package, however you wanna put it. i am done with everything, except i just havent got my photo done yet. (:&lt;br /&gt;hmm, more updates you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avril lavigne's new song : girlfriend . is so damn addictive! at first i didnt really like the kind of playgorund music(kinda familiar to gwen's stefani's hollaback girl). but both have become pretty addictive. her album is coming out soon in april. &amp; presale on 17th april. cant wait baby! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new... ... -looks around room-&lt;br /&gt;oh genesis just did tix sells ystd. didnt go too well, but i think it'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045668141260312434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RgXQcP5Tj3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/VHAWiVldesU/s200/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045668136965345122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RgXQb_5Tj2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/tpglcsp-Duw/s200/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045668136965345106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RgXQb_5Tj1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/1RRy0z0D7zQ/s200/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy is cycling day! paris ris park with lil michelle... &amp; daddy liem. hoho. after which, i've been invited to another party of some big shot of a family friend. wadevas, dont really care. just bring on the hotdogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyyy am i sucha glutton these days huh? and it's lent! tsk tsk, bad kelly!&lt;br /&gt;but jason's party ystd was really cool. had a massive amount of hotdogs, taiwan sausages, prawns, stingray. whoa, it was good. i think church people might have realised that i may actually have a big appetite for a small person like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh lent, a sacrifice right? hahahahahaha. i made 3 sacrifices, but have only managed to pull thru 1! wasnt suppose to watch any videos, then i went to catch flicks &amp;amp; continue using youtube. oooh btw, new link. &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com"&gt;www.dailymotion.com&lt;/a&gt; . quality's better than youtube, not as organised, &amp; most of it is in spanish. so yeah, try your luck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to sacrifices. 2nd was to not redraw money from bank for spending. i did, cos it was dam's bday celebrations. :( 3rd one was not to watch bleach. &amp;amp; I HAVENT! YAY! something to be proud of if i must say so myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random picture while cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045668128375410498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RgXQbf5Tj0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z21O92YiKi8/s200/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;tc everyone &amp; have fun at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045668145555279746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RgXQcf5Tj4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/M7g1MZMbGOs/s200/20032007192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. xanga is so much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-4804419951420966446?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4804419951420966446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4804419951420966446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/lifes-been-fine.html' title='life&apos;s been fine.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RgXQcP5Tj3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/VHAWiVldesU/s72-c/DSC00565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-1840057874135926971</id><published>2007-03-15T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:31:36.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry suprises.</title><content type='html'>a nice suprise to save my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started really bad. &amp; i know i felt so gloomy in bed cos of the various sms-es i was receiving, heck i didnt want to leave my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i was grumpily using the com at macs, bran came up fm behind &amp; gave me this frm four leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041824046712829874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfgoQfxXN7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/lFutiOSfBx0/s200/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041823174834468738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfgndvxXN4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/GNxIL5GHvTA/s200/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, it came with an ice pack. call me slow, but thats the first time i saw that method being used to keep the cake cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041824051007797186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfgoQvxXN8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/hgaLmMkPBh0/s200/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &amp; we're almost done. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfgnefxXN5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qQd9rTYgwRw/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041823187719370642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfgnefxXN5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qQd9rTYgwRw/s200/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp; wad came in the bag was this pouch. causal remarks didnt go unheard for he remembered i liked this lil shop at parkway that sold the cutest things, &amp;amp; i was just saying i wanted a hp pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfgnefxXN6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/9UOMMt6hVBI/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041823187719370658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfgnefxXN6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/9UOMMt6hVBI/s200/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thank you, for making my day special.&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/9233870-1840057874135926971?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1840057874135926971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1840057874135926971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/strawberry-suprises.html' title='strawberry suprises.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfgoQfxXN7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/lFutiOSfBx0/s72-c/DSC00483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-3848525131026415543</id><published>2007-03-12T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:55:11.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>underwater world .</title><content type='html'>well, oways wanted to put these up, but bran only uploaded them ystday. so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bran went to the kitchen to look for food, leaving poor lil me, bored, &amp; with a glass filled with water. &amp;amp; well, i was pretty damn bored. so i grabbed bran's cam &amp; started snapping away. hoho, he came in 2 mins later, staring at me about how i could do something this.. this.. erm, INNOVATIVE!( ah what a better word to use instead of dumb.) just wanted to make it seem like i was underwater in some aquarium lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE HAS THEIR MOMENTS ( of boredom) OK?! i just chose to make mine more.. '' INNOVATIVE''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first shot. failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfU9LPxXN0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/VMFieC1-ROY/s1600-h/26022007054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041002621332567874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfU9LPxXN0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/VMFieC1-ROY/s200/26022007054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd shot. failed again.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfU9LfxXN1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/C9FrY2UHRQo/s1600-h/26022007055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041002625627535186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfU9LfxXN1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/C9FrY2UHRQo/s200/26022007055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3rd shot. im almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfU9LfxXN2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/MuNdrPrc3Cc/s1600-h/26022007056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041002625627535202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfU9LfxXN2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/MuNdrPrc3Cc/s200/26022007056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4th shot, XD. looks like it a bit lah hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfU9LvxXN3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/dOVZjqNUq7I/s1600-h/26022007057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041002629922502514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfU9LvxXN3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/dOVZjqNUq7I/s200/26022007057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;see, who needs photoshop?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/9233870-3848525131026415543?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3848525131026415543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3848525131026415543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/underwater-world.html' title='underwater world .'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfU9LPxXN0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/VMFieC1-ROY/s72-c/26022007054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-3812791871690707948</id><published>2007-03-12T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:37:24.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the black &amp; white wishlist.</title><content type='html'>decided to put this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho well, i think it consists mostly of materialistic stuff, still.. I LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) hot pink desktop theme. (becomin pretty girly these days.)&lt;br /&gt;2) AVRIL LAVIGNE cd. coming out, 17th april i think. but def, during those days. (actually, kinda tot she stopped writing music.)&lt;br /&gt;3) that lime green &amp; grey nike jacket. why? because i still dream about you.&lt;br /&gt;4) strawberry shortcake.&lt;br /&gt;5) nice shade of red dye for my hair. (seriously resisting the temptation of just dyeing my hair now. - looks at sam sadly-)&lt;br /&gt;6) necklaces. i want more from DIVA. -wails- ok, diva is.. not a value-for-money shop. but still...&lt;br /&gt;7) -WAILSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!-&lt;br /&gt;8) -double wails-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the only reason why i havent had at least those that i can, is bcos i'm down to $50 to last me the whoooooole month. (MONTH OF LENT : DONT WITHDRAW MONEY FM POSB.) must... ... sacrifice! must.endure.the.temptations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just stop visiting malls then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; rcia home sessions are starting this week. yeah, i dont know what it's gonna be like .. but somehow.. just SOMEHOW, my whole bunch of friends got put in the same place as well, except for one person. LOL. i think last week's session was just damn funny, i wonder why i never blogged about it more. the 4 of us were just goffing around too much.&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to the home sessions. AT FIRST, karen &amp; i thought it was those 'visit-old-people- kinda homes. well, no. it just means that several kind catholics decide to open their homes to us so that we can get a feel of wad a catholic's life is about. &amp;amp; then since k &amp; i still thought it was a old folks home, she said the funniest thing, ' so do i have to bring oranges every week? ' typing it now really doesnt make it that funny, but at that moment it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so e whole RCIA journey 56 batch were split in 4 grps( i think.) &amp; well, my grp's name is called st clare(dont ask me abt the names of the others, i wont know/forgot/didnt bother remembering). &amp;amp; powerpt slides start showing with addresses of the homes. a home stated in ocean towers went up, &amp; this girl at the back went ' isnt that in hong kong? ' -other girls snicker in the background-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; tmr will be a fineeeeee day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i think im super outdated in terms of songs. just got addicted to MUSE's time is running out &amp;amp; chris daughtry's it's not over. -.- well, maybe that's why i have a sister. both of us were exchanging recent songs ystd. &amp;amp; well, hers to mine was a ratio of ard 8:1 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-3812791871690707948?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3812791871690707948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3812791871690707948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/decided-to-put-this-up.html' title='the black &amp; white wishlist.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-2114323283092709607</id><published>2007-03-11T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:18:35.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another birthday came &amp; went</title><content type='html'>well, i guess the birthday party at intercontinental hotel had its own lil suprises for the birthday boy &amp; guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memorable, yesterday was. eventful, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swim before the party was excellent. made bran,josh,heng &amp; meli feel so pampered. &amp;amp; then the birthday boy came &amp; i was in the shower bathing. -.-'' everyone outside went ' suprise! ' &amp;amp; i was in the gigantic toilet thinking ' oh f. KELLY, U DUMBASS. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then almost everyone had to head over to the gen meeting, with the exception of maria staying behind to study &amp;amp; jason,feli &amp; meli gg for nathan something something's free concert. meeting went pretty smoothly &amp;amp; everything was pretty much settled by the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone later headed back there in cabs, &amp; then the rest had to get the apple strudel.. cake. didnt matter to me since... i couldnt eat a damn thing anw. ok, outh update. the braces dont hurt as much anymore. it's just the ulcers that makes me so damn miserable, tho my two front teeth still ache whenever i try to bite first w them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the night was gonna end on a sour/sober note. but it didnt. thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the alcohols started coming in &amp; since FYI, i ended up watching a lot of youtube videos, movies etc. i decided not to drink alcohol for the whole of lent. well ystd was really.. very painful for me. but i lived. somehow, the rest still had the energy to go pubbing, &amp;amp; so they did, leaving gab, bran  &amp; i talking the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; THEN, WE GOT CHASED OUT OF THE HOTEL. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to be more specific, 9 of us got kicked out of the hotel. this was.. after the rest came back fm their pubbing trip. sooo 9 of us, headed to esplanade at 3am , like blooody homeless pple but able to afford strbucks coffee, iced lemon tea, mineral water etc... we all intended to go back @ 7am. but well, 5 left &amp; left bran, me, james &amp;amp; jonella feeding the mozzies. but when we got back to the hotel, we went into the deepest slumber(or at least i did!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; soooooo, the end comes to an end with sis and i exchanging songs &amp;amp; bf stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-2114323283092709607?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2114323283092709607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2114323283092709607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-birthday-came-went.html' title='another birthday came &amp; went'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6103441614002930551</id><published>2007-03-09T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:51:07.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make me look back &amp; smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfC7Eye2bWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qwCCwkmp1J0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039733673972624738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfC7Eye2bWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qwCCwkmp1J0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always want to look back &amp; only smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;childish, i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the words 'bad memories' to me, just doesnt string well tgt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i know im childish thinking that way. no justification needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so mommy just gave me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hard boiled eggs &amp;amp; hot milo for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;badbadbadbad combo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i feel so damn sick in the stomach, it's like stomach flu all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there i was in the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; then i suddenly remb of the times when aaron was younger &amp;amp; my mom oways had to bug him to bathe. ok, not bug. more like ' u dun wanna bathe yrself?! i bathe for u!! '&lt;br /&gt;well, that method oways worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos as far as i can remb, he would oways hurriedly slam the bathroom door right after that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know it's a bit wierd lah, thinking about a person when u're even in e loo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this whole hse has its memories, despite how small a 4 rm can can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh u're gonna get tired of my ranting one day, someday soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but -shrugs-, this is my ranting ground anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'll be much more of a bore if i talk to a person this way.. every other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;kelly&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/9233870-6103441614002930551?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6103441614002930551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6103441614002930551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/make-me-look-back-smile.html' title='make me look back &amp; smile.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RfC7Eye2bWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qwCCwkmp1J0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-7983321341102183075</id><published>2007-03-09T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:17:54.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owara nai story</title><content type='html'>If you haven’t changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;Then I want you by my side tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of always having to bluff&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think about you baby, I feel so young&lt;br /&gt;If I could just tell you I miss you&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I want to sing this song,&lt;br /&gt;not for just anyone&lt;br /&gt;but just for you&lt;br /&gt;An endless story that keeps on shining&lt;br /&gt;Always, I wanna show you, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of our time together&lt;br /&gt;this way, they don’t go away&lt;br /&gt;Once I knew that the warmth between us had disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;gentle tears started to spread over my chest&lt;br /&gt;This is not where it ends,&lt;br /&gt;I’m missing you&lt;br /&gt;please don’t let go of my hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-7983321341102183075?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7983321341102183075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7983321341102183075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/owara-nai-story.html' title='Owara nai story'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6714913516397879217</id><published>2007-03-07T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:37:49.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooooh i can go the distance..</title><content type='html'>since poly is about to start, i'm working out &amp; toning my body xD. &amp;amp; well, i've been cycling to bran's house most of the time these days. sooooooo what's the use of cycling all the way to eunos from tampines everyday &amp; not knowing how much distance i cover right? so i go check the &lt;a href="http://www.streetdirectory.com/"&gt;online street directory &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; i find out i cover 6.32km to his house. &amp; so the total distance i cover everyday would be... 12.64km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHLIAO I FEEL SO MAN! hahahahahhahahaha, -thinks of shania twain song-. man, i feel like a ... .... man! HAHAHAHAHAHA. ok coool, everyone should exercise. keep fit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i have this time line i intend to follow, cos it'll mark all the major events in my life. these are the events i would bluntly say, that once they are over, if i leave this world i wont leave with any regrets. i guess you can say, these are the goals i have in my life at the moment, at this age that i am in anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2oo8-&lt;br /&gt;i will be done with rcia. i think around may. then i'll get baptised! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 2009-&lt;br /&gt;i want to already have a 2 yr long relationship with bran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2009-&lt;br /&gt;i would have taken off my braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 2010-&lt;br /&gt;i hope to have an overseas attachment( i wana go USA.) fm my course.&lt;br /&gt;(that's why i wanna work really hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i would eventually be done with poly that year, at e age of.. 21?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then whether i manage to get an attachment in the US, i will go to US for a really long holiday, tho i really hope this part will be pushed forward. but by the looks of it, it aint gonna happen. :( guess i'll only see aaron after 3 yrs. BUT BUT, there are talks of e whole family coming back to visit! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, all i can do is hope &amp;amp; save up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039163251945707794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re60R21tGRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/M1zLdOgguTM/s320/PICT0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i love this picture. i find the lighting very nice. LOL. i wonder if i'll still be friends with all of them by the time i'm.. 30? HMM. i mean, im trying to be realistic. i havent even seen 3/4 of classmates since olevel results day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; im getting very frustrated about the pain i feel in my mouth. i guess tdy is better, cos there's less pain now, unlike YSTDAY! ystd was a killer. mom cooked fish &amp;amp; chips &amp; i had to remove the crisp &amp;amp; swallow the fish. LIKE WTF!? how to enjoy a fish &amp; chips meal.. without the crisp! -wails- &amp;amp; my smile is crooked. the only way it wont be if i do smile with my teeth showing. GRAH. im so not used to it. finefine, i'll wait for a week to be over. may the pain go away by then so i can eat solid food again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i shouldnt be complaining abt what i ate for dinner. got sick of porridge by the 2nd day. breakfast,lunch,dinner. breakfast,lunch,dinner. &amp; cos porridge isnt very filling right, tue i had it for supper too. but but, tdy's menu is so much of an improvement of ystday! -oooh i sound like i live only to eat- tdy for brunch i had 'mee su-ah' ,&amp;amp; then mommy liem cooked for me cauliflower soup cos she knew i had braces.. AHHHHHH!FREAKING NICE! (describes both mommy liem &amp; soup).. then came the fish &amp;amp; chips. sobs, i hope tmr will be good too! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so quit whining kelly, this is wad u asked for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-6714913516397879217?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6714913516397879217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6714913516397879217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-line.html' title='oooooooh i can go the distance..'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re60R21tGRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/M1zLdOgguTM/s72-c/PICT0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-1403359588059615895</id><published>2007-03-07T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:09:50.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got into dmd thru JAE as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, but i'll count my lucky stars. with my terrible results for olevels, i'm so grateful to have somehow got into dmd thru JAE and DAE. it was only by God's grace that i got what i wanted. THANK YOU!~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kc. damn, i cant believe im really out of that school. 11 yrs wearing that same pinafone &amp; blouse,getting used to being sucha tomboy since there were no guys around(the only MAN i saw ard was mr lee anw.) &amp;amp; all those girly moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more climbing thru art room windows, no more running to the divider at the road and passing choco chips muffins, no more late art classes &amp; listening to music, no more running down the stairs and screaming on the way to the canteen, no more running around vjc doing 2.4km, no more.. sng/karib/tan lay kwang, &lt;strong&gt;no more fun english lessons&lt;/strong&gt;, no more eating curry puffs in e classroom, no more sitting at the back with the other two and laughing our heads off at everything, no more getting high with sam over greent tea/apple tea/ice lemon tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well sam, this ends our streak of 11 yrs as classmates man. how wierd it's gonna be. shucks, all 3 of us gg separate ways. kinda sad actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hey, we'll still be best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038853335695562978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re2aaW1tGOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IQaW0JtP47M/s320/dsc01264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;art camp. and our last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038855835366529282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re2cr21tGQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sp-bbrmv_ow/s320/36104097757429l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;matilda &amp; i. i think we were sec 3. &amp;amp; yea, i cant find the original copy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038852962033408210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re2aEm1tGNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ISv-zJyzRu4/s320/dsc00107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;another art camp pic classic. &amp; ms felicia low, who is really the best you can get to having a great teacher. you didnt get an award for nth anyway! (: hope mr juraimy gets it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038852562601449618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re2ZtW1tGJI/AAAAAAAAANU/WVWQYPZFrX8/s320/2005_0128cnycelebrations20060008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chinese new year this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038852566896416930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re2Ztm1tGKI/AAAAAAAAANc/xZKz5Zv7t6E/s320/2005_0128cnycelebrations20060033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of our emo pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038852571191384242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re2Zt21tGLI/AAAAAAAAANk/41aylEeZPTc/s320/dscf7462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black box opening. mrs leong &amp; i. mrs leong, 5 yrs science teacher, drama supervisor, &amp;amp; confidant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038852571191384258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re2Zt21tGMI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDU2vAK76fs/s320/dscf7464.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ms soo, me &amp; ms wong. or mrs koh. or wadeva. HAHA. she's great lah, they both are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038854838934116594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re2bx21tGPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jqd2sYTVvtw/s320/dscf8445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; we end off with a pic fm the last day of schoool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what i'll miss most, is the times i spent with these two. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kelly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-1403359588059615895?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1403359588059615895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1403359588059615895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/jae.html' title='jae'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Re2aaW1tGOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IQaW0JtP47M/s72-c/dsc01264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-9062330607919109866</id><published>2007-03-05T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:01:23.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>braces.</title><content type='html'>so it's lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's all making sacrifices. so my sacrifice this year would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not to watch youtube.&lt;br /&gt;- not to watch bleach&lt;br /&gt;- not to watch dvds/vcds/lcds/videotapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically any kind of video lah, i cant watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must keep to this. cos last year i made two sacrifices, 1) dont use my card, 2) no taxi rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; well, i did take taxi rides, just that didnt pay during that period. and i used my card to buy a book on the last two days of lent bcos i absent-mindedly.. forgot. -slaps forehead- ok so this year, i'm trying my best not to make the same dumb mistakes and forget abt my sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is posting day. i wonder what i'll get thru JAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-9062330607919109866?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/9062330607919109866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/9062330607919109866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/braces.html' title='braces.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-7179685020428208260</id><published>2007-03-04T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:02:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm. lazy sunday.</title><content type='html'>today turned out pretty unexpectedly. i thought i had a rough idea of my day, i thought i'd be back home by 2. but i just got back. it is now, 8.25pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this false sense of security i have at the moment. &amp; i guess, it saddens me, to a certain extent. people change, i have to remember that. i have to remember that not everyone is kind in the world. it is easier to be mean than nice. running away always seems like a more comfortable option that staying put. &amp;amp; hypocrites will always be in our midst, whether or not that refers to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just typing that to remind myself, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost done with bleach. 4 more episodes. then i'll be at the same pace, as the rest of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-7179685020428208260?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7179685020428208260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7179685020428208260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm-lazy-sunday.html' title='hmm. lazy sunday.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6832791778431067840</id><published>2007-03-03T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T14:06:48.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random photo update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RekPkB7bgZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dUMXNAhA4Fg/s1600-h/26022007063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037574769858019730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RekPkB7bgZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dUMXNAhA4Fg/s200/26022007063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think this is bran's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RekPnx7bgaI/AAAAAAAAANE/P80j9WspKxI/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037574834282529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RekPnx7bgaI/AAAAAAAAANE/P80j9WspKxI/s200/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp; this is the finished products of my lil paint workshop with him. x) hilarious process and a whole load of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly.&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/9233870-6832791778431067840?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6832791778431067840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6832791778431067840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-photo-update.html' title='random photo update.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RekPkB7bgZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dUMXNAhA4Fg/s72-c/26022007063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6185347110492416052</id><published>2007-03-01T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:41:35.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USA.</title><content type='html'>every once in a while, i rant about missing my cousins, about wanting to go to the US. this is one of those moments again. oooh ,and the best part of not having a tagboard, is people cannot console me about missing them(cos that secretly makes me miss them more), or tell me to just 'shut it'. xD damn, i feel like removing that tagboard was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl just got her braces. she said she didnt feel any pain. but then again, i dont really trust her. cos i know when i asked marcus once whether pulling out teeth would be painful, he shrugged it off &amp; said it didnt hurt a bit. then when i asked my sister the nxt day, she said it was traumtising to feel those 8 needles go thru her gum. thankfully, i never needed to pull out any teeth. but but, the lil brat did say that if she can tahan the pain, so can i. ah wells, i should correct that sentence soon. since.. she aint gonna be a lil brat anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i talk to my cousins, my aunts/uncle there, the more i feel like just hopping on a plane there, like pronto. the more i think about, the more i feel the stronger urge to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, braces this monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the lil girl just went off to school. 11.28pm here, 7.28am there. i told her about what my future goal was, what i intended to do with my life. having a goal again, does make me give me seconds thoughts.. because i am afraid of failure, and disappointing myself, and others. nevertheless, it's something i'll work towards, and strive hard for. cos knowing me, only something like that would motivate me to work hard, or harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RCIA today was better than the last's.(thankfully!) 14 more mths &amp;amp; then i'll be baptised. that will be the day, i will defintely be looking forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-6185347110492416052?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6185347110492416052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6185347110492416052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/03/usa.html' title='USA.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-7354497251555428149</id><published>2007-02-28T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:39:41.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk about gg global</title><content type='html'>OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go on the ABC website, hoping to be able to watch the free viewings of the 3rd season of greys anatomy and what nots. some other website said there were ENTIRE episodes on the website, so i was feeling very excited, since well, i'm a big fan. (unfortunately,not big enough to bug causal friends to lend me the season 3 vcd) i reach the website, and they say the full viewing of  the episodes can only be viewed by US residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about going global.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-7354497251555428149?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7354497251555428149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7354497251555428149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/talk-about-gg-global.html' title='talk about gg global'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-3463283837748478991</id><published>2007-02-27T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:13:36.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye tagboard/</title><content type='html'>well, notice the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to delete it for the longest time, and i did so without much hestitation. was beginning to feel spam was really starting to find its home there. all the spam and unwanted msgs, just makes my blog look bad. well, for the msgs i did appreciate, i did reply them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wells, since loyal blog readers know me personally, you guys should know my email too. as for the other blog that sam, dam and i have, i'll update it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cycled to bedok reservoir, have chicken rice, then back. ok lah, my stamina is really bad! -makes mental note to cycle more.- my skin peeled a heck lot. but recovery is almost complete. -makes another mental note never to go to the beach without sunblock.- i kept looking at tp from where i sat. to think that was where i had my eyes on for like 2 years, before i set my sights at nyp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well, have to go bathe now. gotta head to ikea to buy some frames. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i just came back from ikea. happily went to the cashier, wanted to use my card to pay &amp; i get the shock of my life that it's declined. then i remember mommy dearest saying that she tried depositing some of my cny money today &amp;amp; happily pressed the wrong no 3 times. hence, i have to go to the bank tmr to reactivate it again. well, my blood was seriously boiling by that time. so bran did the sweetest thing &amp; secretly went to buy me ice cream. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, end of entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-3463283837748478991?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3463283837748478991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3463283837748478991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/byebye-tagboard.html' title='byebye tagboard/'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-2497406368991936687</id><published>2007-02-26T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:43:18.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daydreams.</title><content type='html'>to all my dearest girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the old KC days man. dam has started working again. -pouts- no more proper retail therapy now, i guess. i'm still waiting for sam to reply me to confirm the date for our bikini shopping. &amp; matilda should be coming back from korea today rite? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've got quite a few things to do now. edit &amp;amp; print some pictures, write mr j. his testimonial. ooh i hope he wins the award. actually, i don't really know how to start, i'm waiting for matilda to come back for me to ask her since she's already written for him. OOOOOH I HOPE HE WINS THE AWARD. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old KC days man, i miss them. i bet everyone does. but well, i seriously wont want to repeat the whole process again. i'm just looking forward to NYP now. ok, -starts squealing- i cant believe i got into the course i wanted. no seriously, after my lil setback of my olevel results, i was so damn demoralised, i had to live on the support that sam,dam &amp; bran were giving me to pull me thru. even then, e day b4 my interview, i knew i was slowly giving my halfhearted effort. it was simply e thought of letting those 3 down that really helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;design. design. design.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOH I CANT WAIT FOR SCHOOL TO START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i got the news, i smsed a good RCIA designer friend about it. &amp;amp; she had good news of her own. x) ahhhhhhhhh! i'm soooo excited for her. attachment in new york?! ooh i hope i get simliar opportunities in the future. -starts daydreaming- RCIA again this week, &amp; meiyee will be MIA tmr. another biz trip to bangkok. i'll be praying for her safe journey home. RCIA on thur is gonna be boring without her. -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035821622571906914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReLVFbWhN2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/BpiNgspH8cA/s200/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035821631161841522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReLVF7WhN3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/0noAa7rFrEs/s200/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;she left me with that tho. cos the previous week blank pieces of paper kept falling out( apparently, i put them there as bookmarks). well, so now, i can just underline them with my new.. highlighter-like colour pencil. x) i shall get her mrs fields cookies for the nxt, nxt rcia session.( 2 wks in a row on biz trips lah.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my gastric flu is better now, almost gone i figure. xD as a lil reward, brannie went to donut factory &amp; got me a dozen of them. -screams!- we ate 5 in like, 15 min i think. suprises like those touch me the most, esp after he waited 1 and a half hrs to get them. (pics up soon, after he gets back from 'pawning noobs' in bnet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully,e gastric flu wasnt as bad as the last time. tho i still dont know where i got it, i missed out on a bbq &amp;amp; 4kgs of chicken cos of it. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yeah yeah, i found my happiness in someone. we're happy. loyal blog readers should have found out by now. i dont think i need to write it down myself,do i? and why all the negative remarks? it's not even constructive. we made a decision to be tgt, went ahead with it without seeking any approval from others. &amp;amp; we havent looked back since. so instead of showering us with negative criticism, why not you just shut your mouth &amp;amp; learn to be happy for us? isnt that what friends are suppose to do anw, give support?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-2497406368991936687?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2497406368991936687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2497406368991936687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/daydreams.html' title='daydreams.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReLVFbWhN2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/BpiNgspH8cA/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-860071303336210120</id><published>2007-02-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:44:30.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyperventilation</title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hyperventilated twice in two days. and everytime i do, it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-860071303336210120?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/860071303336210120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/860071303336210120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hyperventilation.html' title='hyperventilation'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-5393110485088176000</id><published>2007-02-24T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:25:09.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clubbing experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReENV7WhN1I/AAAAAAAAALs/49MSYP3K-4A/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035320528737482578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReENV7WhN1I/AAAAAAAAALs/49MSYP3K-4A/s200/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReENVrWhN0I/AAAAAAAAALk/BRW1eLSijko/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035320524442515266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReENVrWhN0I/AAAAAAAAALk/BRW1eLSijko/s200/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReENVbWhNzI/AAAAAAAAALc/OPP8aGiitcw/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035320520147547954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReENVbWhNzI/AAAAAAAAALc/OPP8aGiitcw/s200/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMVrWhNyI/AAAAAAAAALU/RsjM3f3LQE8/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035319424930887458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMVrWhNyI/AAAAAAAAALU/RsjM3f3LQE8/s200/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMVLWhNxI/AAAAAAAAALM/yqk6A6o7wLc/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035319416340952850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMVLWhNxI/AAAAAAAAALM/yqk6A6o7wLc/s200/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMU7WhNwI/AAAAAAAAALE/fOqXhov0Bbc/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035319412045985538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMU7WhNwI/AAAAAAAAALE/fOqXhov0Bbc/s200/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMUbWhNvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cSgW0Tkgdn8/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035319403456050930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMUbWhNvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cSgW0Tkgdn8/s200/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMULWhNuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uzkb8EyMb_0/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035319399161083618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEMULWhNuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uzkb8EyMb_0/s200/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my clubbing night cannot be considered a clubbing night since i paid for a drink &amp; failed to stomach it. &amp;amp; well the above is just the floor changing colour. notice the decrease in feet? well, i wanted for the floor to show the whole array of colours. the others wanted to move table to see the supposedly hot girl playing the saxophone. so slowly, all the feet went away , except for bran who stayed with me bored out of his mind while i, kept snapping pics everytime there was a new colour. =P thanks love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up at dbl O but werent let in to our dismay cos of the age limit that my friend thought she'd be able to put camilie and i thru. hoping to make the best out of the night, 6 of us headed to ink bar(again!). pity, since if we got there earlier we would have enjoyed the promo of 50% off all drinks from 5-9pm. bran ended up drinking my drink cos i took sips from it &amp; really felt like puking afterwards. at first i figured it was cos of my awful experience of getting a tad bit tipsy during one of my company's chalets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today i realise it's cos i have gastric flu. so today is ruined. no dammy's party(extremely regretful since i feel i've really let her down) &amp; no 4kg chicken wings from heng's party. -WAILS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs feeling off-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the brannie moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035307579411085010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEBkLWhNtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/I-iPpiUtMDQ/s200/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035307562231215778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEBjLWhNqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xZYVkZ56oWc/s200/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;err, their moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035307570821150386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEBjrWhNrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mWxwjyR-1Lo/s200/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035307575116117698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReEBj7WhNsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZUV5o53W3EM/s200/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and a nice group pic to end the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-5393110485088176000?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/5393110485088176000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/5393110485088176000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/clubbing-experience.html' title='clubbing experience'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/ReENV7WhN1I/AAAAAAAAALs/49MSYP3K-4A/s72-c/DSC00085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-8486934106755256795</id><published>2007-02-23T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:51:03.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random photo update.</title><content type='html'>ok, random photo update time. xD&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034612198436058706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JHrWhNlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6mGqFxTM-bU/s200/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;so this is.. whisky! my favourite golden retreiver. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JH7WhNmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fnVupOsmZ7E/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034612202731026018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JH7WhNmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fnVupOsmZ7E/s200/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the doggie's owner, JAYYYPEEEE. this is the guy who helped me with my art port folio for nyp's digital media design. btw, I GOT IN! i dont sound as happy as i should cos the reality still hasnt set in quite yet. i guess i didnt mention much about the interview i went for earlier on thur last week bcos well, i felt like blogging abt it would get my hopes higher, and i didnt want to disappont anyone if i didnt get the course in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the hardwork did pay off in the end.the long nights &amp; eyebags really made it all worth it. &amp;amp; to the people who encouraged me : my family in US, dam &amp; sam who told me i would nail the interview, mom &amp;amp; of course, brannie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; jaypee's sister danielle for helping me improve. xD her sketches are really kickass. -envious-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JILWhNnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OC2U4PPd9Ik/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034612207025993330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JILWhNnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OC2U4PPd9Ik/s200/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of the cny visiting days. had to tickle mom for her to smile naturally for me. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JIbWhNoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hwLcl_rQYtA/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034612211320960642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JIbWhNoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hwLcl_rQYtA/s200/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; x) ash wednesday. waiting to go for supper so i snapped this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JIrWhNpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZrSGO8Ft-FM/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034612215615927954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JIrWhNpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZrSGO8Ft-FM/s200/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp; then.. there's brannie. i see this picture again &amp;amp; it looks like he has two gigantic boxing gloves. &amp; i cleared his room 2 days ago &amp;amp; it kinda looked a bit like a girl's room.. NEATER. however, that was 2 days ago &amp; well, i'm kinda expecting to be greeted by a messy room when i drop by again soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah, i might as well add on here : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to those who think im only gg NYP for bran, get your facts straight. tho yes, it's more appealing to go to school since he is there.. NYP's digital media design does offer the modules that i am interested in. &amp;amp; well, TP's moving images/interactive media design doesnt appeal to me anymore bcos of the negative feedback i got from some of TP's design students. no doubt NYP is regretably bloooody far away &amp;amp; TP is soooo much nearer... wad to do! i want to pursue my dreams wad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but, thanks for the concern. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love always,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-8486934106755256795?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8486934106755256795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8486934106755256795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-photo-update.html' title='random photo update.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rd6JHrWhNlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6mGqFxTM-bU/s72-c/DSC00023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-8320893956051357301</id><published>2007-02-22T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:31:33.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bz week.</title><content type='html'>ok. so this week is by far the busiest week i've had in months. totally back to back &amp; all involving me waking up early &amp;amp; sleeping late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'll be visiting my childhood friend and then visiting another relative in marine parade. gawd, why the heck do i have to visit so many pple?! even more, why the heck do i still have visiting to go to even tho chinese new year is over. GAHHHHH!- blooody irritated. even more irritated because i was initially suppose to go watch a movie after i visit my childhood friend before mom tells me that i STILL have to do more visiting. AIYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least mom's side doesnt have smokers like daddy's side. oh, i called my cousin a bitch ystd for being so rude. mom heard. all she went was ' haiyo!' and .. then she walked away. see, if my mom doesnt mind me calling my cousin that means tt my cousin is really something for my mom not to care abt my manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add to that, i wanna bathe now. but mom doesnt let me cos she says i take too long to bathe, and she's in the rush. so while she's still doing a bit of other stuff, i cant go in. so then when she's done, she can go and bathe immediately. f lah. GRRRR. -enters major irritation mode-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting that aside, tmr i'm gg clubbing with my friends cos there's gonna be free entry and drinks. but i'm not complaining much about that part unless i do get home smelling of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat, sam and i are gg to dam's house for a lil bbq in.. the afternoon b4 we head our separate ways again to our respective friends. gg to head to heng's place where 4kg of chicken will await me. -drools. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, mom's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-8320893956051357301?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8320893956051357301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8320893956051357301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/bz-week.html' title='bz week.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-4633240060660271481</id><published>2007-02-21T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:15:48.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeremy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033802798964225506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rduo-bWhNeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wr2MZ9plPUk/s200/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is jeremy, 1/4 of the total yeo siblings. i dont even have a pic of joel btw, cos he was really brushing me off so i didnt bother playing nice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033803670842586642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdupxLWhNhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5PPp2vtPgSM/s200/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always the one running up to me to poke me then run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdupxbWhNiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sTjvnW-_xSU/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033803675137553954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdupxbWhNiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sTjvnW-_xSU/s200/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033803683727488578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdupx7WhNkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jwLWAwKiuJk/s200/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sucha sweetie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdupxrWhNjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Se5So1Eo6RY/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033803679432521266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdupxrWhNjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Se5So1Eo6RY/s200/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at play with his uncle. i say 'his uncle' cos i cant remember his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033802794669258194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rduo-LWhNdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GQR_BJZF9bw/s200/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033802803259192818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rduo-rWhNfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sq3_KZbOhQs/s200/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033802807554160130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rduo-7WhNgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4SECr3IGPTg/s200/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033802786079323586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rduo9rWhNcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vmGtZrGxj0Q/s200/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well, there. a post dedicated just for my all-time fav boy. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kelly&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/9233870-4633240060660271481?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4633240060660271481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4633240060660271481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/jeremy.html' title='jeremy'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rduo-bWhNeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wr2MZ9plPUk/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6979513035380800711</id><published>2007-02-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T03:32:35.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033255435447121202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm3JrWhNTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pmH1Kj3oXR8/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is faith, 4 mths on after i last met her at.. some birthday party of some kid/niece of mine.&lt;br /&gt;( oh i just remembered, it was her youngest sister's 2ND bday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm37rWhNYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dxnhAmenDXE/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033256294440580482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm37rWhNYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dxnhAmenDXE/s200/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she is the cutest lil sweetie since.. the two twinnie rascals came along. xD she's really friendly to everyone, and suprisingly remembered me by name. : ) how nice. plus, she was the one who ran towards me when she saw that i had brought out my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm377WhNZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gV1w3C8-MT8/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033256298735547794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm377WhNZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gV1w3C8-MT8/s200/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lil bundle of joy. :) if i had a girl, i'd name her faith and hope she'll look like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm38bWhNaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/txRQg4iieSQ/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033256307325482402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm38bWhNaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/txRQg4iieSQ/s200/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -screams &amp; starts cam whoring with the lil cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm38rWhNbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r4uS-3JwFlk/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033256311620449714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm38rWhNbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r4uS-3JwFlk/s200/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she's like... so sweet, and feminine and, oways there to encourage her lil sister to talk more, and smile more, and and... yeah, she was the 5 yr old i never was. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm3KbWhNVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/11s6A4PMwqI/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033255448332023122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm3KbWhNVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/11s6A4PMwqI/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm3KrWhNWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UrWVUEKHl40/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033255452626990434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm3KrWhNWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UrWVUEKHl40/s200/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah lah, she's cuter lah. -walks away defeated.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm3K7WhNXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pHBDgdn3FfQ/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033255456921957746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm3K7WhNXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pHBDgdn3FfQ/s200/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, entry about her has ended for now. tmr is jeremy's entry. cos i have a lot of pics with him too. joel has become some what of a lil snob these days. very dao &amp; a tad bit rude. jeremy is still the one who lets me kiss him &amp;amp; rushes to me whenever he sees me. ha, who says no boy loves me huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, ok. i just realised that i really miss ranting. oooh, and i just realised another thing. &lt;strong&gt;WHY THE HECK IS EVERYONE I KNOW GG HK&lt;/strong&gt;. seriously, hk very good shopping district meh? ah wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now 3.21 am . and i should be sleeping cos i'm meeting up with friends tmr again. x) but yeah, i woke up in the middle of the night with a running nose &amp; gastric pain. so heck, woke up, went online, and started eating loacker waffle biscuits. xD. aaron was online anw, so we started chatting again &amp;amp; then he pretty much abandoned me when his friend came over to jam or who knows what.. so cheryl's now at the com playing maple story, and heck i can hear the ridiculous sounding music tt i cant switch off since if i do, i cant hear the lil girl talk. -grumbles-, life is so damn unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as you've noticed, i dont really reply on my tagboard unless i feel like it. lols, wad attitude man. haha. and cos well, this particular person who's been tagging my blog &amp;amp; spoiling my bleach show is kinda irritating me, cos well, i just dont like spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i should rest. really, if i dont, i'm gonna be late AGAIN. night world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-6979513035380800711?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6979513035380800711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6979513035380800711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/faith.html' title='faith.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdm3JrWhNTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pmH1Kj3oXR8/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-869945366598340396</id><published>2007-02-18T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:03:26.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny updates.major update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdhsATdEQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dENtV-oAsNs/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032891336064516930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdhsATdEQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dENtV-oAsNs/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdhsAjdEQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Nkw4FYB8QWs/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032891340359484242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdhsAjdEQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Nkw4FYB8QWs/s320/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me &amp; camille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdhsAzdEQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/tPfzSlD29_A/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032891344654451554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdhsAzdEQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/tPfzSlD29_A/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the creativity team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdhsBDdEQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ECz7_aTR_NE/s1600-h/PICT0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032891348949418866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdhsBDdEQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ECz7_aTR_NE/s320/PICT0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; group pic at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdhq7DdEQxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dy_-hlq9DXQ/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032890146358575890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdhq7DdEQxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dy_-hlq9DXQ/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdhq7TdEQyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IuyYVv_S_uw/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032890150653543202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdhq7TdEQyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IuyYVv_S_uw/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dearest sister, one day after turning 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdhq7jdEQzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iewcbsybSfM/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032890154948510514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rdhq7jdEQzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iewcbsybSfM/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mummy dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, so i havent blogged in like,ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots have happened since.&lt;br /&gt;got my olevel results that i still am not quite satisfied with, tho many have come up to me to say i've done well. but i figure i'll get over it eventually. but this is what you get for being an over-achiever &amp; one day not getting the grades you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i guess it is funny how life takes a turn &amp;amp; you learn more frm the crap you go thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RCIA has been an enriching experience so far. speakers every week have been knowledgeable(tho one has been really repetitve &amp; draggy so far) , but nonetheless, i'm expecting this experience to be nothing but a life-changing one. meiyee, my sponsor, has been such a sweetheart. she being so enthu about it , makes me wanna be a whole lot better. x) pity she wouldnt be attending sessions with me for the next two weeks. more biz trips around asia, she says. =( but she did leave me with an awesome gift! a gigantic colour pencil that came in the colour of those neon orange highlighter shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been cycling in more than a week &amp;amp; my legs are dying for a workout. however, when i tried on this white skirt i bought esp for cny today, it kept dropping off. &amp; then i realise, i've lost an inch off my waist! YAY. but the bad part was, the skirt hung dangerously low at my hips all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, as expected, cny this year was a chore. pouts.- but at least tmr i finally get to see the twins. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends are still the same. tho now i've decided to put the more significant ones in closer view. 3 only stand now. the rest should know where you stand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do realise that friends do come and go, and only few will stay. but these days, i refuse to look so damn far ahead. or ok, maybe that's just a simple, nicer way of putting i dont wanna plan ahead so much cos of the fear of disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;webcamming now. technology, keeps people nearer, but so much more far apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, until my next entry, take care everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day i woke up with this unfaimilar feeling. then i realised, i was happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly.&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/9233870-869945366598340396?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/869945366598340396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/869945366598340396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-updates.html' title='cny updates.major update.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RdhsATdEQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dENtV-oAsNs/s72-c/DSC00219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-3812452201069547017</id><published>2007-02-08T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:39:26.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day before olevel results</title><content type='html'>this is the second time i'm having such a feeling. this feeling of anxiety, uncertainity &amp; some sort of excitement. yes, i have realised that now is too late to have any regrets or look back so i am really really trying my best to block out all the negative thoughts. sad to say, it's really NOT working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of work, i'm jobless &amp;amp; happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads to the happiness part... i'm into the 2nd stage of putting on my braces. next thur, we're finally putting in the whole package. now it's just, as many of those who have had braces previously, having 4 of those metal 'crowns' on my molars now. the pretty doctor gave me these disgusting wax stuff to put on e sharp ends of the braces. well, after how she had to pry my mouth open, i don't really think she's that pretty anymore. =P ok, but considering i didnt need to pull out any teeth in the end, i didnt really feel much pain, tho i shouldnt really speak so soon since it aint exactly OVER yet. now, i just dont wanna talk much &amp; i'll be living off porridge for a while =( the price you pay for beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;design school. i have changed my sights on where i wanna go to, &amp;amp; well, kinda sux to know that many others wanna get in there too. i hope to get everything for my port folio from mr juraimy tmr. cos.. ok lemme put it this way. if i have it, i'm good. if i dont, i'm screwed. but still, i wanna come back with good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for my first RCIA session the other day. ok, sunday the 4th to be more exact. i went there, excited yet nervous &amp; keeping in mind about what remus said about 'olps is a loving community, u'll be fine.' so i took that major step alone(meiyee my sponsor went overseas) &amp;amp; well, that step turned out pretty fine. the church choir did a great job livening up the mood &amp; meeting jon eu &amp;amp; seeing freda made me realise that i have come quite a long way to where i am now. halfway thru i did realise that this is what i wanted to commit myself to, for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;session ended pretty much on time, &amp; i made a new friend that day. she was alone too, &amp;amp; we just kept each other company. i'm so thankful i have meiyee as my sponsor btw. x) &amp; i received a blessed cross necklace soon after i got down from the verbist hall. i feel so thankful &amp;amp; blessed to have such loved ones do the sweetest &amp; heartwarming stuff for me. =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christie left again for oz land last tue. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; v day's coming again. &amp; chinese new year. then .. school starts. but that's a long way more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; i cut my hair again. 3 inches off, &amp; no one really notices much of a difference. sooooo, its just me that was going hysterical huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc peeps. &amp;amp; good luck to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. to e pple who have been tagging my blog with bleach spoilers.. .. -takes out bankai &amp;amp; charges forward-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-3812452201069547017?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3812452201069547017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3812452201069547017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-day-before-olevel-results.html' title='1 day before olevel results'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6247554971010150708</id><published>2007-02-03T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:40:10.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty beaches</title><content type='html'>be warned, this is a freaking boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcQDHKZMxGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ltkJm9Un9ME/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027146505636332642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcQDHKZMxGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ltkJm9Un9ME/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha, reminds me of lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcQDHaZMxHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZUDKHpH2z_U/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027146509931299954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcQDHaZMxHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZUDKHpH2z_U/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcQDJKZMxII/AAAAAAAAAEE/aSF0GLQPPJY/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027146539996071042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcQDJKZMxII/AAAAAAAAAEE/aSF0GLQPPJY/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP686ZMxBI/AAAAAAAAADM/gT-iimaHw_U/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027137533449651218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP686ZMxBI/AAAAAAAAADM/gT-iimaHw_U/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is how my late afternoon to early evening went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cycled from bedok camp, took the underpass &amp; then headed to ecp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP69aZMxCI/AAAAAAAAADU/WJ0D0tE8Xkc/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027137542039585826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP69aZMxCI/AAAAAAAAADU/WJ0D0tE8Xkc/s320/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heading towards the underpass along the expressway, kinda peaceful actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP696ZMxDI/AAAAAAAAADc/jj52vP_Gqpk/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027137550629520434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP696ZMxDI/AAAAAAAAADc/jj52vP_Gqpk/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i actually saw the moon thru the sun rays. &amp; trust me, it wasnt the sun. i dunno how to explain it, &amp;amp; i'm still trying to figure out where it is in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP6-KZMxEI/AAAAAAAAADk/kbgcIsDjrXI/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027137554924487746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP6-KZMxEI/AAAAAAAAADk/kbgcIsDjrXI/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then we reached the beach. it was soooo disgusting cos all the oil &amp; rubbish had swept up on shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP6-aZMxFI/AAAAAAAAADs/4bb3xFEf8UM/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027137559219455058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcP6-aZMxFI/AAAAAAAAADs/4bb3xFEf8UM/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yuckkkkk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/9233870-6247554971010150708?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6247554971010150708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6247554971010150708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/02/dirty-beaches.html' title='dirty beaches'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RcQDHKZMxGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ltkJm9Un9ME/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6000403481274149193</id><published>2007-01-30T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:09:37.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rb9DLeDBNII/AAAAAAAAAC0/KfczVKH-2Vs/s1600-h/editt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025809573492110466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rb9DLeDBNII/AAAAAAAAAC0/KfczVKH-2Vs/s320/editt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ehh sam, WHY DIDNT YOU COME?! -walks away sadly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rb9DL-DBNJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q3n8xBQZQbA/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025809582082045074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rb9DL-DBNJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q3n8xBQZQbA/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute lil oil painting. xD&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/9233870-6000403481274149193?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6000403481274149193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6000403481274149193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/01/photos.html' title='photos.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/Rb9DLeDBNII/AAAAAAAAAC0/KfczVKH-2Vs/s72-c/editt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-3077700405635493985</id><published>2007-01-22T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:58:23.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone.</title><content type='html'>it's the times when i feel so alone that i have to remember that those who love me are around &amp;amp; that all i have to do, is approach them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-3077700405635493985?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3077700405635493985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3077700405635493985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/01/alone.html' title='alone.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-8662861894619571639</id><published>2007-01-21T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:00:55.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rcia, cycling. tp open hse.</title><content type='html'>exactly a week ago i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this whole entire week has been such a twist of events, i'm finding it hard to keep track of it all. too much tears, then false alarms, then doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've handed in my RCIA form oready btw, &amp;amp; now i have to decide which day i want it to be on, thur or sunday, both of each will altogether be of a 3hr session &amp; will happen over a course of 1 and a half yrs. i'm excited that i am finally going to start my journey, but at the same time, scared. i cant really say i'm venturing into the unknown, but more of getting all of my doubts cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tp's open house ystd &amp;amp; i'm down to two choices in the design sector. i am still contemplating, &amp; then there's still &lt;a href="http://www.raffles-design-institute.edu.sg/"&gt;raffles design institute &lt;/a&gt;to consider. sam &amp;amp; i finished exploring the school much earlier than expected. we went over to check out the CCA booth only to realise that it was all over yesterday. haha, the looks on our faces saying we should come again on the 19th of jan was classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to ecp after that with bran,simon &amp; marcus later. was enjoyable to say the least since bran &amp;amp; i kept racing each other but we never had a finish line. &amp; simon kept holding on to the back of my bike seat &amp;amp; had a free ride since he was on blades. the weather was unpredictable, so we made a turn &amp; didn't manage to reach all the way to safra. we reached the golfcourse of some other country club tho. x) another time, surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta get the '' UFO/crop circles" pics from marcus soon. when the pictures are up, i'll explain the inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen session was reflective as usual. got to hang out with friends that i greatly enjoy the company of, then have a bit of humour to see jumping short farts trying to touch the ceiling. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-8662861894619571639?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8662861894619571639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8662861894619571639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/01/rcia-cycling-tp-open-hse.html' title='rcia, cycling. tp open hse.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-8314565996011248208</id><published>2007-01-14T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:57:26.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feedback session.</title><content type='html'>ok, yesterday's session was a bit draggy, but i felt it was fruitful. it helped me realise a lot of things &amp; made me feel even more strongly towards what i believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i'm very grateful i managed to come for the session since dad was making a fuss again. but this time i didn't wanna back down so i still went ahead. it started with bible sharing with music in the background. besides the contents of the bible being read out, i didn't realise lifehouse's everything could be sung from ''that point of view''. oways found it more of a sappy love song until last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then we were all given slips of paper to give ''feedback'' on each other &amp; asked to find a corner to write on 1 side good points abt the person &amp;amp; one point that we felt the person could improve on. everything i wrote was heartfelt bcos i know i've grown pretty attached to genesis members &amp; some of the feedback that was given to me were honest,heartfetlt &amp;amp; one being brutally honest &amp; just plain hurtful, which i found was a big ' i-think-wad-u-said-was-too-much' &amp;amp; i dunno if i regret not speaking my mind last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there were repetitive comments on how i should open up more &amp; be more confident of myself. &lt;strong&gt;i'll remember that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then the highlight of the evening was father fred talking to me. i admit, i was freaking out when i saw him approaching me. contents still made confidiental, i feel like ' shucks, he managed to change my thinking.' cos i was ever so determined to stick to my decision &amp; then he comes to me &amp;amp; talks like a wise,old owl (duh!) &amp; i find myself agreeing with him. -shuffles feet- but yeah, he told me to go for RCIA instead cos i'd learn more from there &amp;amp; cos he said 'you come across as a person who wants the proper teaching from a leader.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shuffles feet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, i did learn a bit more from those who weren't really in my circle of friends. like feli, justin-marc,simon,rachel lim,jason ow &amp; marcus(rockclimber). then i had to rush over home cos it was already 11+ &amp;amp; then it was a long conver on the phone with christie. i miss talking to her &amp;amp; yeah, i do know it's cos i've been working so much that's why i haven't spend much time with her tho she's back from oz land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to bleach epi 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-8314565996011248208?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8314565996011248208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8314565996011248208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/01/feedback-session.html' title='feedback session.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-7243612285843996444</id><published>2007-01-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:45:59.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not alone.</title><content type='html'>after reading friends' blogs, i've realised that i'm not as alone as i thought. there are others out there, some close to me, some i've drifted apart from, some i've never quite noticed, that feel the same way as me. it is true, we were all given the same hearts, but along the way we just adapted to our surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i don't really know where all of this is coming from. but i know these days i wake up wanting to have a better future &amp; to have more answers. there are so many questions i seek, &amp;amp; at this point all i can do is pray, which in the past seemed like a really dumb thing to do. but now that i'm desperate/lost/confused, that's all i can put my mind to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2oo7 for me still seems unclear &amp; very foggy. so early in the year &amp;amp; i'm already struggling a tad bit too much. i know i'm changing. as words of others reach my ears &amp; those who speak ill words continue to do their hobby, it's slowly taking effect on me. i guess in a way, i'm losing increasing respect for those who know it hurts me but still say it for kicks while true friends are being shone with a brighter light now. i don't even hate them anymore. i feel nothing. is that a good or bad thing? cos i didn't say that i forgave them entirely either. so i could be (a) finally growing up, or (b) becoming bloody ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to another topic. another guy friend talked to me online, after a very long time. i was kinda suprised but then the first thing he said made me feel the exact opposite immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went something like '' hey, can i ask your sister out?" &amp; '' tell your sis i said hey ''. i responded with an ''ok, i'll get back to you soon then.'' &amp;amp; then he said this line that pretty much irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' i'm not like other guys. i didn't talk to you just cos i wanted to ask your sister out.  i'm oso here to ask you how u've been, you know.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am irritated &amp; i still will pass the msg when my sister comes back. but i think what irritates me more is that here i am trying to live as an individual &amp; there pple are talking to me just to know my sister.&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i'm talking like this cos he didn't sound sincere enuff abt the ' i'm oso here to ask you how u've been, you know.' or i'm the 'too sensitive' one again. or i'm jealous of my sister getting more attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;decisions are gonna have to be made soon, most specifically by 20th jan. i don't get what's still holding me back but i suspect it's the fear of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for work, it's been orite to say the least, tho i'm pretty much exhausted everytime i'm done with work. cos of that i've been neglecting my friends &amp; responsiblities( and bleach!)  &amp; for that i sincerely apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-7243612285843996444?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7243612285843996444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7243612285843996444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-alone.html' title='not alone.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6703642452863387776</id><published>2007-01-04T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:57:00.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bridge to terabithia</title><content type='html'>just wanted to say this to all 5o2 girls( &amp; every other person who's read the book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is coming out on april 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD i think everyone i know loved the book back then, when we were kids compared to now.&lt;br /&gt;so read the book before catching the movie k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blows kisses.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-6703642452863387776?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6703642452863387776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6703642452863387776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/01/bridge-to-terabithia.html' title='bridge to terabithia'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-63045025608610258</id><published>2007-01-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:53:19.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year entry.</title><content type='html'>&amp; it's the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD MY LONG ENTRY ABT HOW 2OO6 HAD BEEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wadevas.-&lt;br /&gt;ystd's events, were unexpected to say the least. there were mixed moments. &amp;amp; i contributed to some of it. apologies to christie for being a bit of a handful &amp; for everything else. hun, there's so much more i want to say here but can't, which makes me wanna have my own lil private blog even more too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last night's events did teach me a thing or two.the talk, tho very uncalled for &amp;amp; kinda dampen the mood a wee bit, did for me, realise what i will stand for. the more i think about it, the more i know that what's been on my mind will really make me stronger &amp; hopefully wiser in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this new year's resolution, will be to be stronger as a person. i hope with that my determination will bring me far, or further. i'll pray more, pray for forgiveness, pray that i will no longer keep the people i care about only at arm's length. i need to open up more, &amp;amp; stop pushing people away. i need to realise that pushing them away only worries them &amp; hurts them even more, &amp;amp; that is never wad i want. i need to stop being so fearful of the unknown, but to have the courage to open another door in life. &amp; i need to have more faith in God. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015044142234767970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RZkEE5bOkmI/AAAAAAAAACo/bF6qBm31tlc/s320/copy3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joining RCIA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-63045025608610258?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/63045025608610258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/63045025608610258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-entry.html' title='new year entry.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RZkEE5bOkmI/AAAAAAAAACo/bF6qBm31tlc/s72-c/copy3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6869881729021642540</id><published>2006-12-29T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:27:10.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sex is like math.</title><content type='html'>ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good friend of mine just told me this.&lt;br /&gt;she told me that &lt;strong&gt;sex is like math.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you substract the pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;divide the legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;leave the solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;pray you don't multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lar, i haven't been blogging cos i havent found anything entry-worthy enough. but i think this is. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-6869881729021642540?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6869881729021642540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6869881729021642540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/sex-is-like-math.html' title='sex is like math.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-5060595870524032593</id><published>2006-12-21T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T13:54:49.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay strong.</title><content type='html'>you burnt paradise.&lt;br /&gt;but having said that it's just a sign that i should stand on my ground more firmly &amp; not be tempted to turn away &amp;amp; take the easy route out. sketching is indeed very theraputic to me. music &amp; pokka green tea were very good company today, along with my handy dandy sketchbook. did a couple more genesis logos &amp;amp; then proceeded to watch... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLEACH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm done watching epi 7 already. and i have.. 99 more epis to go before i catch up with the current ones. grahhh. why didn't anyone get me addicted to this earlier, cos i am HOOKED. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i should be like very demoralised &amp; down &amp;amp; depressed &amp;amp; all the other words you use to describe how sad you are. but, i am not. or at least i've become numb to it all. his shouting over the phone, then slamming it down, then calling again to shout even more, makes him feel better. not crying but feeling numb shall make me feel better. no matter what happens, as long as those i love believe i can stay strong, then i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, *plays evanescence songs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-5060595870524032593?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/5060595870524032593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/5060595870524032593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/stay-strong.html' title='stay strong.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-3168030784487130608</id><published>2006-12-19T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:40:02.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update. camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[ Damala ] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[ Damala ] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;KELLY!*~ . says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[ Damala ] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the one who wants to love you the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i very bad hor? pple professing their love for me then i laugh. HEHEHHEHEHEHEHE! ok lah, life's been full of suprises lately &amp; it's been pretty fulfilling. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was an experience of different sorts. &amp;amp; i made bonds with people who i never knew i quite would. obvious example was the one i had with meli &amp; got to have loads of talktime with those i cared about. but i think the most laughs came from when josh, bran &amp;amp; i were hiding out at the spare room &amp; waiting for the ICs to find us. i think we were laughing our head off everytime they walked past. in the end, we got bored waiting for them to find us &amp;amp; walked out by ourselves. HAHA. &amp; we kinda left eugene hiding for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their lil attempts to sneak out was even more HILARIOUS. seeing all of them scheming their way thru &amp;amp; running back and forth to pass msgs while i just sat on the shoe rack in the corridor with a very amused look still brings back a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kj &amp; eman's chipmunk-squeaky voices were damn funny i know i ended up clutching my stomach cos i was laughing too hard. xD &amp;amp; oh the new buddy bran made was the best part of it all, right guys? KEKEKEKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i simply love this group pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010167370935857698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RYewrcniciI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ycHI7r9Yl-M/s320/16122006248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i know i look fat in this one, but bran looks damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010167375230825010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RYewrsnicjI/AAAAAAAAACA/qqc60KE_9lk/s320/16122006409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group pics back at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010167379525792322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RYewr8nickI/AAAAAAAAACI/XayzlFvLzH8/s320/PICT0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010167379525792338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RYewr8niclI/AAAAAAAAACQ/p3rssrkrS4U/s320/PICT0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt; meli &amp; i are just getting our faces pressed &amp;amp; squashed by the guys at the back. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas is coming &amp;amp; i'm gonna finally do shopping tmr. plus, i'm only gonna start work in jan. =D that's about it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-3168030784487130608?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3168030784487130608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3168030784487130608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/update-camp.html' title='update. camp.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RYewrcniciI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ycHI7r9Yl-M/s72-c/16122006248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-9204004190909687512</id><published>2006-12-15T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:17:42.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the laughs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RYIvrWhdyFI/AAAAAAAAABs/IL-esvkrWsw/s1600-h/emoemo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008618157416237138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RYIvrWhdyFI/AAAAAAAAABs/IL-esvkrWsw/s320/emoemo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trust aaron to send me something like this. &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/9233870-9204004190909687512?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/9204004190909687512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/9204004190909687512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-laughs.html' title='for the laughs.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RYIvrWhdyFI/AAAAAAAAABs/IL-esvkrWsw/s72-c/emoemo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-1050274323389122667</id><published>2006-12-14T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:14:49.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really. it's wierd.</title><content type='html'>ok so anyway, i wanted to redo my blog. you know actually gte started and all. but well, the roswell season 1 vids on youtube are almost loaded up &amp; i wanna finish the whole season before i go for the camp tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's this mixed feeling abt gg for the camp tmr. i'm just gonna be getting out of my comfort zone for a few 2oo6 memories &amp;amp; a whole bunch of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a wierd day for me. &amp; when i mean today, i mean from 12midnight till the time i woke up till the the time i went to TM to indulge on BK( i figure a sick,recovering girl like me deserved of a lot of fast food to forget about the darker days.) to the time i reached home. &amp;amp; how did all of this become possible. because of this particular person. but with a good friend's two cent worth, i'll won't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's all i'll say now. back to vids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-1050274323389122667?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1050274323389122667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1050274323389122667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/really-its-wierd.html' title='really. it&apos;s wierd.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-4605141967136652642</id><published>2006-12-13T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:27:37.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a whirl.</title><content type='html'>right now, i can't really think straight. so much so that i'm beginning to have a major headache everytime i think about everything simultaneously. everything's starting to become such a blur &amp; i feel more distant towards everyone than ever. i'm like hiding in this little cave &amp;amp; i don't want to come out, like darkness has become an oh too familiar friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be misunderstood &amp; not being able to tell the truth to protect someone else, has its mixed feelings. i want to tell the truth, but my morals will oways stand in the way, for i cannot be selfish &amp;amp; let the cat out of the bag just so that everyone has a clearer impression of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's a stomach flu btw. yeah, &amp;amp; it's suppose to last 1-3days. today's the 2nd &amp; i hope it stops there. bcos if i do stay home today, well, it'll mean two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm not going for that 15-17th camp.&lt;br /&gt;2) not meant to go for YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i'm gonna rest in bed now. this headache is seriously killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to matilda, if you're reading this, u know what i think?&lt;br /&gt;i think after &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; incident, we should both get a paperback diary, instead of using this technology-friendly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;stay safe everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-4605141967136652642?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4605141967136652642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4605141967136652642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-whirl.html' title='in a whirl.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-7073844744200714359</id><published>2006-12-12T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:21:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vomiting pleasure.</title><content type='html'>as of yet, i've vomitted 7 times since 3am.&lt;br /&gt;(the last two cos dad forced down milo down my throat. knn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, i think cos i'm very irritated that's why i'm gonna say a lot of things on impulse. like how when dad said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad : it's not the milo that made you vomit.&lt;br /&gt;me : *thinks to herself* YOU BLOODY NOOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i didn't even know where that came from, but it's a miracle i didn't say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's suppose to be my first day of work today. urghhh.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad did ask if i wanted to go see the doctor but predictably, i declined. ooh i oso just remembered i haven't asked him whether i can go that camp on the 15th.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or asked him how work has been for him. &lt;/span&gt;urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, so it's 7.25am now &amp;amp; i think i feel slightly better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-7073844744200714359?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7073844744200714359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7073844744200714359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/vomiting-pleasure.html' title='vomiting pleasure.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-728278795633321141</id><published>2006-12-08T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:12:18.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drop dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005860572667548082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RXhjqyz7kbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6lRDLePBCYo/s200/picture+000001+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005858678586970514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RXhh8iz7kZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1UCe7yOuTbI/s200/rawk+on+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005857806708609410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RXhhJyz7kYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/m9ai9CTMU_w/s200/rawk+on+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005856105901560178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RXhfmyz7kXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Oome4Rya5FM/s200/rawk+on+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005861942762115522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RXhk6iz7kcI/AAAAAAAAABU/YTdWg8zzrnk/s200/rawk+on..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad i did at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. holidays have started and i still haven't done a lot of things like piercing my ear, painting my wall. gahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;daddy! i need freaking white paint! now i sound like a whiny, spoilt brat. but oh yah i forgot, i am one. -shrugs. everyone has their bratty days. it's just that mine has come by on a regular basis these days. so anyway, i'm listening to this jap band that i have indeed, like expected earlier, forgotten the name. ( &lt;strong&gt;it's shuji to akira&lt;/strong&gt;) ok, i'll ask her again later once she's done earning her 5 bucks from cooking bryan maggi mee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope jie is doing me justice by having a bite of krispy creme donuts. damn, no da pao service from there to here i figure. all .. 29 diff varieties of them. oh &amp; i hear my sis &amp;amp; mom are already broke. wahliao, that's fast lor. it's only been.. .. 5 days! well, mom said she bought me levis jeans. *feels uneasy.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh. &amp; actually i'm pretty much sick. but dad hasn't really figured that out &amp;amp; i don't intend to let mom find out.. so no webcam-ing for a while. so no cyclin tmr. sorry christie. *hands over a contaminated cookie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok &amp;amp; i've decided that i need to drop to a waist size of 25. *determined look*&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-728278795633321141?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/728278795633321141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/728278795633321141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/drop-dead.html' title='drop dead.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RXhjqyz7kbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6lRDLePBCYo/s72-c/picture+000001+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-2924365479870698187</id><published>2006-12-05T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:47:31.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate xmas 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i think, it's safe to say ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate xmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i'm putting it in small font just in case you very merry people come beat me up for being a wet blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so yes, this year, i pray for a miracle or at least a bloody change of heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-2924365479870698187?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2924365479870698187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2924365479870698187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-xmas-06.html' title='i hate xmas 06'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-4798350740076149419</id><published>2006-12-04T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T02:57:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at dam's place</title><content type='html'>ok, new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2.45am &amp; i can't sleep. serves me right for sleeping 12 hrs a day. so anyway, i'm at dam's place now &amp;amp; she's sleeping. GAHHHHHH, wad happened to girl talk? *kicks a sleeping damala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got news from aaron that everyone reached US safely. i wonder what they're seeing now.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear that my plans for tmr have been trashed bcos of a job interview 3 of us are having tmr. haii, &amp; i'm suppose to be visiting my grandmother! *irritated* guess i'll have to visit her on tuesday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go cycling again &amp; just feel the breeze in my hair. &amp;amp; yea, to be fit. notice how it's not KEEP fit? i've been slogging like a pig, i think the bacon &amp;amp; fries in the fridge have become my new best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-4798350740076149419?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4798350740076149419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4798350740076149419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/at-dams-place.html' title='at dam&apos;s place'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-985294020142492439</id><published>2006-12-03T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T03:48:45.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's 3.23am &amp; i'm still not asleep. eddie sent me 'susie suh - all i want ' &amp;amp; i think it's a beautiful track, making me wish that every night could be like this. this slow love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(song is from the one tree hill soundtrack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice catching up with church buddies again. it's good to know that most of them are doing well and fine, tho amongst the sea of people, i found a frowning face. i worry for him for he has since had such an increase in responsibility &amp; pressure, so much so that it actually saddens me. &amp;amp; then as i type this, i question myself if there is something more to this feeling. but no, it hasn't been that way for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then knowing that he still worries that i'm 'drifting away', makes me feel even sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg to damala's house tmr just to hang out. guess i should spend time with her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anw, here's a pic fm today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004018630724100834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RXHYbqW_IuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hbWWisGdT80/s320/P1000087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. so goodnight world.&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/9233870-985294020142492439?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/985294020142492439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/985294020142492439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want.html' title='all i want'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0Ajus70sCvo/RXHYbqW_IuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hbWWisGdT80/s72-c/P1000087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-2720605533764281536</id><published>2006-12-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:43:02.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i pray</title><content type='html'>i probably won't have time to do type this tmr, so i'm doing this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that my family reaches &amp; returns from US safely. actually, mom's particularly worried about me &amp;amp; doesn't really bother much about my dad. she begs me to be a good girl, to listen to him &amp; to not go cycling without his permission. she also adds for me to eat proper meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry mom, i think i'll be fine. like how you gg on a holiday will be some sort of an adventure, me staying in sg is already an adventure for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-2720605533764281536?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2720605533764281536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2720605533764281536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-i-pray.html' title='and so i pray'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-4505642807685728776</id><published>2006-11-30T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:59:55.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;not in any order, cos i'm just lazy to rearrange it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/264520/DSCF8713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/568468/DSCF8713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; why.. WHYY.. is ruifen so tall?! *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/659675/DSCF8722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/894605/DSCF8722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; class organising themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/915251/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/781654/edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photoshoped.. duh.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/34245/DSCF8732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/495271/DSCF8732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at k box later. *points at blue glass* wahh, quality must be damn good, cos with our singing .. ABILITIES, it should have loong shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/320080/DSCF8703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/591547/DSCF8703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ms wong and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/460570/DSCF8652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/2034/DSCF8652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how to have this entry without a threesome pic rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/532152/DSCF8662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/506028/DSCF8662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lit &amp; english teachers, MCs for the day x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/584839/DSCF8714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/791169/DSCF8714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; grace, me, dam, sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/275967/DSCF8691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/172226/DSCF8691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nono, i didn't win anything. JUST TOOK PRETTI'S PRIZES. well, the babe did spend 500 bucks on her outfit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/491399/DSCF8657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sam,stef,dam,pretti and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. tooodles. &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/9233870-4505642807685728776?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4505642807685728776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4505642807685728776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/photo-update.html' title='photo update.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-3643632778396668844</id><published>2006-11-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:40:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo tired.</title><content type='html'>by right i should be posting photos from my grad ystd, but i'm very tired now. actually, i wanted to use the word ' shagged ' to replace the word 'tired'. but i remembered how Ms Wong told the whole class during lesson some time ago, that 'shagged' meant that a person had just finished having sex, and hence, was very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet everyone in class would think twice about using the word now.. cos i know that's the most memorable meaning Ms Wong ever taught me. she taught us to use the word ''endeavours'' too .. &amp; how to say ''beau''. she was the only teacher who was willing to open up to us about her life &amp;amp; this obviously led to us, opening up to her so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos later. i need rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-3643632778396668844?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3643632778396668844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3643632778396668844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/sooo-tired.html' title='sooo tired.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6111663323291605325</id><published>2006-11-26T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:34:38.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wet blanket larrr.</title><content type='html'>ok, i am still contemplating whether i should change the blog add.-&lt;br /&gt;i think it's just cos i hate people to spam my tagboard with really useless shit, or just the selected few people who i dont like them reading my entries. shucks, i'm ranting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that excited for tmr, tho i hope my mood will change by tmr. (i'm sucha wet blanket.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, &amp; i'll never quite used to nightwish's music. i think the furthest i'll ever go to liking gothic rock is those from evanescence. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-6111663323291605325?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6111663323291605325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6111663323291605325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/wet-blanket-larrr.html' title='wet blanket larrr.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6530160378264457114</id><published>2006-11-25T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:45:21.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gg shopping again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am now gg to go to my tutor's house to pay my long overdue tuition fees then head to TM to try to find an outfit to wear. &lt;strong&gt;SIAN,&lt;/strong&gt; this is getting demoralising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dad only saw my hair colour this morning &amp; all he said was ' at least now it looks neater.' so, does that mean he approves of my hair colour too? *shrugs* i'm a bit scared to ask too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was eating pancakes with mom when she dropped a bombshell on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HAVE A FAMILY DINNER TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt; as a 'before gg to US meet-up'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fuckkkk. i'm dead, suppose to go for youth mass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the dinner is obviously one of those &lt;em&gt;must-go-or-suffer-a-painful-death kinda thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JIA LAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-6530160378264457114?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6530160378264457114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6530160378264457114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/gg-shopping-again.html' title='gg shopping again.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-6231571817092027003</id><published>2006-11-25T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:39:41.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dyed my hair..</title><content type='html'>another tiring day. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's gonna be slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;well, today didn't go as planned much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went gym, fav machine not working. SIAN, dun wanna exercise liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loreal sale, SHIOK! offers gg like 5 for $20(foundation,nail polish), 10 for $5(mini skincare products), 4 for $20 (lip gloss). just no blusher. &amp; the eyeliner's really unappealing. spent $70 in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rested at home with aching feet for one and a half hr before heading to toa payoh for my hair appointment. spent $150 on dye/highlight and cut. *heartbreaks* my hairdresser was looking very.. unique. but he's a nice guy so i'm not gonna continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw... THOMAS ONG. actually, i'm not a fan of his at all. but when i saw him, my heart melted! SO SHUAI AT 30 LAH! can compete with tay pig hui. he sat beside me &amp;amp; i didn't wanna act like those ah sohs who fidget to get a closer look. so when he looked away, i stole a glance. woots! shuaiii. &amp; so he eventually left the shop after washing his hair, leaving me and the hairdresser's assistant giving long sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long bus ride back. &amp;amp; tmr's another long day. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-6231571817092027003?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6231571817092027003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/6231571817092027003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/dyed-my-hair.html' title='dyed my hair..'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-4290992424506245227</id><published>2006-11-24T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:41:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what my sister says.</title><content type='html'>&amp; then she says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' you just can't accept that you're heavier than me! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what it is that i can't forget,&lt;br /&gt;that look on her face OR that it came from my own sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, she might as say the other physical differences.&lt;br /&gt;i think at this point, it really won't have made much of a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-4290992424506245227?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4290992424506245227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/4290992424506245227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-my-sister-says.html' title='what my sister says.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-701794680057409179</id><published>2006-11-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:29:28.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad shopping day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shopping trip today was unsuccessful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went to raffles place, then raffles city, city link then... parkway, cos we were getting freaking desperate. *massages aching feet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at least we all left the place each with tops from the same shop. ok kelly, is that suppose to be consoling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dam lost her jacket too. =( &amp; i cut myself on this sharp metal thingy on my brown bag. small, deep scratch that i stared with interest without bothering to wash off the blood. maybe i just like the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;crimson red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think we're all gonna use PLAN B / worst-case scenerio. (just need to buy shoes now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but anw, tmr &amp;amp; sat is gonna be a really busy day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;work-out,loreal shopping,hair appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(all this in preparation for one event.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then sat is a whole new ball game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;honey, it's the lack of sleep. i think it's cos i've been talking to aaron till the wee hours of the morning these days &amp; been drawing stuff for him &amp;amp; cheryl. i have to remember to send it over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;peace. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-701794680057409179?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/701794680057409179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/701794680057409179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-shopping-day.html' title='bad shopping day.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-1411718338691646468</id><published>2006-11-22T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:51:59.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>ever had a dream within a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i dreamt i was on my way to school to take one of my olevel papers &amp; met a friend. then i woke up &amp;amp; laughed to have even thought of the person. &amp; THEN I WOKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, the reality of it all hasn't really sinked in yet. i'm sucha loser for feeling that way. maybe it's the fear of entering a new chapter in my life that scares me the most, about how changes need to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly needs to be stronger now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-1411718338691646468?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1411718338691646468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1411718338691646468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-8733089528939479708</id><published>2006-11-21T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:18:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cycling with mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cycling with mom was .. traumatic.&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;ok, being the naggy, worrysome mother that she is, mommy dearest was afraid that i would be unfamiliar with cycling having not rode a bike for a loong time. so fine, i agreed to cycle behind her. then as we reaching our destination, which was my grandmother's house, she fell down. =.=&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;but she was laughing at herself so it was ok. she fell down cos she was looking behind to see if i 'could keep up.' so then she lost control &amp; yar, the rest is history. she's fine lah, just small scratches. &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 was suppose to continue riding uphill once we reached my grandma's place. but well, cos of my mom's lil fall i decided not to. *shrugs* perhaps tmr. &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;seeing my grandma after a long time was really nice. she was more bubbly &amp;amp; kept poking fun at me, laughing, &amp;amp; smiling. x) then we brought her down for a walk around the condo before heading home. the ride home was slightly more smooth-sailing, tho mom was very indecisive of which route she wanted to take. &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;ahh well, tmr's another adventure.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-8733089528939479708?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8733089528939479708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8733089528939479708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/cycling-with-mom.html' title='cycling with mom.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-3249624838595564814</id><published>2006-11-20T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:45:44.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over and i'm free.</title><content type='html'>i wasn't born free, but i am free now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FREE FROM ALL THOSE BOOKS,ALL THAT STUDYING, ALL THAT STRESS, ALL THAT REPRIMANDS FROM ELDERS THAT I'M NOT WORKING HARD ENUFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl shopping's been moved to thur &amp; then friday will come. =D &amp;amp; then i'll drag my feet with my hands crossed to wait for a jackass to get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be doing some exploring on my trusty old bike tmr. have some alone time, much needed alone time. &lt;em&gt;no offense,&lt;/em&gt; i love the company of friends. but i've been longing for a ride up to my childhood places. i miss the innocence i used to have, to be able to see the simplicity of life &amp; its constant twists. i wanna see how far my legs can take me. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel that i've achieved much more than i ever did. the year's coming to a close &amp;amp; this independence &amp; drive makes me wanna do so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. mouth hurts even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-3249624838595564814?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3249624838595564814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3249624838595564814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-over-and-im-free.html' title='it&apos;s over and i&apos;m free.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-8986497797757265300</id><published>2006-11-19T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:15:21.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/448987/856220737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1486/1127/320/313866/856220737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HOPE I GET TO GO FOR HIS CONCERT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st jan. sg indoor stadium. 8pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything's changing. everyone is. i'm not complaining, but i don't really like changes. i hate adjusting &amp; having to start all over again to change my lifestyle. it's still too early to tell if it's for the better, but so far, it's looking pretty good. only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the meantime, i'll just bury myself in the countless dvds/vcds that my uncle just gave us. he's very keen on springcleaning. HEH, very good titles , a very neat pile of horror flicks, &amp; a lot of originals. x) and they came right on time. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; apologises if i've become such an indoor person. now you know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-8986497797757265300?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8986497797757265300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/8986497797757265300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/rain_19.html' title='RAIN.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-7310038850200378606</id><published>2006-11-18T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:11:14.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afraid of the future.</title><content type='html'>i feel like a freaking zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appetite has really hit rock bottom cos of the pain in my left molar &amp; a very bad ulcer on my right molar. it hurts like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i left my STAY ALIVE dvd at dam's aunt's place &amp;amp; i hope she remembers to return it to me. =( the both of us slept on the couch last night cos we were too afraid to sleep inside the master bedroom. the aircon was blasting &amp; dam took the blanket so i was left there freezing my ass off &amp;amp; waking up in the middle of the night a couple of times. i think my stay there was scarier than expected. two girls in an apartment after watching a horror flick, is not a good combo.. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner today was GREAT. i miss times like these, just joking around. &amp; i forgot about the pain in my mouth bcos of the big spread in front of me. well, it so happened that my loved ones were really slow about the whole 'why u shouldn't drink sugar cane' story &amp;amp; only found out ystd. that part's genetic i guess, the slowness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think 2hrs made a difference in a way, to everyone. even sis started grooving to retro music in the car. maybe one day when i do have the guts, i'll mention who i really look up to in this world &amp; who i really feel reminds me that life will oways put u thru shit b4 rewarding you.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks before mom &amp;amp; sis fly off. 5 more days till christie comes back. 6 more days to my dye job appointment. &amp;i think 9 more days till grad tea comes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 2oo7 will sneak up from behind &amp;amp; hopefully in the month of jan bring arguably good news for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the good news just got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-7310038850200378606?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7310038850200378606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/7310038850200378606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/afraid-of-future.html' title='afraid of the future.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-2435377440414548274</id><published>2006-11-17T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:56:25.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aching. ow.</title><content type='html'>if there's one word to describe pain, it'd be '' OW! '' . but that aint a word so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exercising, tanning , swimming all in one day ystd &amp; it was damn so enjoyable, we both wished we could do this everyday. sleeping over tonight. will be back only tmr afternoon i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got quite a nice tan now so at least i don't look pale and sickly anymore. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after doing 300 crunches on this particular machine. you can imagine the pain i feel everytime i laugh. but hey, who said looking good was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-2435377440414548274?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2435377440414548274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/2435377440414548274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/aching-ow.html' title='aching. ow.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-3458008456409604431</id><published>2006-11-16T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:41:02.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geo mcq day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/birdhowl_sophie_icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1486/1127/200/birdhowl_sophie_icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just like this pic k. sob, still haven't got anyone to fall in love with howl's moving castle with me. even dammy doesn't like it that much. ='( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*straightens up* nevermind, there's still christie. *evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so anyway, geo MCQ was duhh ok. i think a handful of questions came out directly from the TYS so considering how i practised all the chapters, it's cool i guess. ok, &amp;amp; final paper on monday - sci mcq. sian lah k, we have to wake up early in the morning just to go to school to shade circles for 1 and a half hrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i should be studying but instead, i'm sketching. yar lah, i'm very bad at prioritising. *shrugs* ah well, old habits die hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, off to bed for me. i'm meeting dammy early in the morning to work out. but this time, i'm gonna find e way by myself. why? the reasons's&lt;a href="http://damala-sam-kel.blogspot.com"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&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/9233870-3458008456409604431?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3458008456409604431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/3458008456409604431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/geo-mcq-day.html' title='geo mcq day'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-39617850451310104</id><published>2006-11-13T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:42:38.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yet another quote.'/><title type='text'>*shrugs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1486/1127/1600/queen_Of_Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1486/1127/200/queen_Of_Hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the bad guys lie to get you into bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the good guys lie to get into your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-39617850451310104?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/39617850451310104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/39617850451310104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/shrugs.html' title='*shrugs*'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-1019258327200068268</id><published>2006-11-12T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:49:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster quiz</title><content type='html'>1.do you have anyone's friendster password?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;2.do you think your love life right now will last long?&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* maybe so.&lt;br /&gt;3.are you an emo person?&lt;br /&gt;esp me when i'm listening to music &amp; sketching.&lt;br /&gt;4.if you had one last breath to say something to someone you love what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;remember me like how i'll always remember you.&lt;br /&gt;5.do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;nahhh. superficial crap.&lt;br /&gt;6.ever felt jealous of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;envious to an extent only.&lt;br /&gt;7.what was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;watched the whole 1st season of one tree hill.&lt;br /&gt;8.who is right next to you?&lt;br /&gt;my sleeping sister.&lt;br /&gt;9.who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;DAMALA.&lt;br /&gt;10. how many times has your page been viewed?&lt;br /&gt;86&lt;br /&gt;11.how's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;very windy &amp;amp; cold. x)&lt;br /&gt;12.last person you called today?&lt;br /&gt;marcus.&lt;br /&gt;13.last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;marcus returning a call.&lt;br /&gt;14.last song you sang?&lt;br /&gt;josh groban's a broken vow.&lt;br /&gt;15.last time you danced?&lt;br /&gt;no eye deer.&lt;br /&gt;16.lost a friendship over something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't stupid. it was called betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;17.smoke?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;18.dumped someone before?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;19.been really depressed before?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;20.faked being sick to miss school?&lt;br /&gt;only to my teachers who arguably bought it.&lt;br /&gt;21.what time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm&lt;br /&gt;22.current taste?&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;23.do you like the person who send you this?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;24.what are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;oversized simba shirt &amp; old kc shorts.&lt;br /&gt;25.are you too shy to ask anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;haha, yes.&lt;br /&gt;26.what is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;his smile.&lt;br /&gt;27.where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;sister's room.&lt;br /&gt;28.what date is it?&lt;br /&gt;12 nov. i thinl.&lt;br /&gt;29.last person who texted you?sam.&lt;br /&gt;30.did you go somewhere yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;with damala to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-name the person that you are thinking right now.&lt;br /&gt;aaron,cheryl &amp;amp; co.&lt;br /&gt;- what you wish to experience right now ?&lt;br /&gt;to have COMPLETE freedom &amp;amp; not the one declared by myself.&lt;br /&gt;- what will you do when you lost something that was very precious to you?&lt;br /&gt;try not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;- if the person you like goes out an outing with you?&lt;br /&gt;i think i MAY eventually blush.&lt;br /&gt;- if that person you like held your hand?&lt;br /&gt;i might never let go from then on.&lt;br /&gt;- whats infront of you now?&lt;br /&gt;conver with christie.&lt;br /&gt;- what do you wish to get back?&lt;br /&gt;the ability to love.&lt;br /&gt;- what was your most sweetest dream?&lt;br /&gt;i think it was the one with KIM JUNG HOON in it. MUAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;- when the one you like have a stead now?&lt;br /&gt;i would shrug it off.&lt;br /&gt;- when you fall in love with another person and your previous expresses his/her feelings for you? tell him that he's a freaking bastard for being too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-1019258327200068268?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1019258327200068268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1019258327200068268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/friendster-quiz.html' title='friendster quiz'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-1082009446339812936</id><published>2006-11-11T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:46:51.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days that pass. art?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;there are days that pass that i look back &amp; wonder what i really wanna be, what i really want to be made of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, i wanna prove the world wrong but it seems that would have to start at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't blame my parents at all for not being enthu about having my sights on that design course, or any other design course that revolves around me doing it as a full-time thing. don't get it wrong, they've always been sorta supportive of my hobby for sketching &amp;amp; provided me with the freedom to draw whatever i pleased with whatever i needed. but it's just..now everything's different, i mean, it's my future i'm talking about right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my mom wants me to give communications &amp; media management a thought. &amp;amp; i have. &amp; my dad wants me to go into leisure &amp;amp; resort. '' an increasingly popular &amp; expanding industry he says'' with all the casino crap coming about. ok, casino. if i do work in a casino, i'd have to one way or another gamble.. which is a major &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt; since i'm soo against gambling. what is that you say? don't gamble with any money? ooh get a life, that aint gonna be possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so leisure and resort management is definitely out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now.. communications and media management. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it doesn't sound &lt;em&gt;too bad&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; she believes i can do it since i've had a hand in it before &amp; mom jokingly said "everyone would listen to (me) cos (i'm) so fierce!'' . it is a stable job compared to pursuing my animation dreams. besides, i know i'm not as good in sketching as everyone thinks i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yar yar, i'm suppose to &lt;em&gt;follow my dreams&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;do what i want&lt;/em&gt;. but please, this is THE world we're living in. money talks &amp;amp; rocks a heck load of people's socks. but not creativity. so i'm just trying to be realistic but not land myself with a 9-5 job in the office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; what happened to the rebellious teen whose gonna pierce her ears for the 3rd and 4th time just to throw my mom in a fit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, she knows she's gonna grow out of this whole teen rebellion thing well after 18. she's gonna have to make a decision eventually &amp;amp; just hope is that she makes a good one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-1082009446339812936?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1082009446339812936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/1082009446339812936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/days-that-pass-art.html' title='days that pass. art?'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116313472668669791</id><published>2006-11-10T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:44:54.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind over matter</title><content type='html'>ok, i'm sick now with a running nose, watery eyes and a pretty bad sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's mind over matter? cos right after i &lt;strong&gt;DECLARED&lt;/strong&gt; myself free from stress, i started feeling very sick. i took my medicine ystd, but it gave me little comfort i guess. Mom doesn't want to give me any medicine now since i have a math paper in 2 hour's time &amp; for once, i totally agree with her since it'll definitely make me drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i type this, i'm listening to a jay chou song &amp;amp; boy does it make me feel slightly better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;christie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your name big enough or not?) even more jialat. i have a theory that we must have bluetooth-ed the flu to each other. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah, actually i hope i get that A2 instead of a B3 again, so i'll know long hours of boring tuition &amp; gg thru the whole montonous routine of trying to pay attention during mrs lim's lesson would &lt;strong&gt;EVENTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; pay off. but i haven't been giving math my utmost attention, so i guess if i'm still stuck with a B3.. *shrugs shoulders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i hope i'm well enough to exercise tmr with damala so that we can actually kick off our korean drama marathon. korean marathon at dam's. one tree hill season 1&amp;amp;2 at mine's. &amp; one tree hill season 3 at christie's. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;YAYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have so many things to do now that the olevels are KINDA over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dye hair,pierce ears,get braces fixed,workout like how i used to,my tennis appointment,sketch for calgary,catch up with gen peeps &amp;amp; other close buds,join rcia,have endless vcd/dvd marathons,celebrate my bday with besties,sleepovers at christie's( maybe marcus will come over to give us another of his.. talks.),rollerblading,tanning,maybe have a go at wakeboarding if i earn enough,improve on my cooking skills,draw on my door &amp; walls,get back olevel &amp;amp; nlevel art pieces before it gets 'misplaced' in the bin,clean up my room,donate my old textbooks to holy trinity like how mom insists,major retail therapy,get grad tea outfit &amp; visit a deceased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116313472668669791?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116313472668669791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116313472668669791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/mind-over-matter.html' title='mind over matter'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116310028560258899</id><published>2006-11-10T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:37.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;THIS IS JUST A TEMPO SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eyecandy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say a big hey to whoever's reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the olevels are almost over. &amp; well, then it's the chill out sessions with besties, meet up with people i've promised to spend time with &amp;amp; getting my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next month's gonna be pretty HAPPENING cos it's just activities after activites. 1/2 of the seah household are going to visit my angmoh cousins &amp; my migrated cousins over there on like 2th dec. my trip there might be in 07 or 08, but as usual, there's always a change in my very nicely planned out schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my grad lunch on the 27th nov. so before that it's a mad rush to find the perfect outfit &amp;amp; stuff like that. yes, i still haven't got mine. it's so dumb actually. we girls doll ourselves up to look nice for this very special event &amp; then before we know it, we crying our hearts out. then everything is ruined. we need to reapply makeup &amp;amp; then laugh about it. gahhhh. sobs, guys don;t understand how tiring it is to be a girl SOMETIMES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116310028560258899?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116310028560258899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116310028560258899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/heyyy_10.html' title='heyyy'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116280957726583554</id><published>2006-11-06T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyyy</title><content type='html'>well, olevels's hardly over and i'm already blogging.&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, life is okay. starting to take things from a positive point of view.&lt;br /&gt;: ) it's nice to have friends close at hand &amp; hypocrites far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116280957726583554?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116280957726583554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116280957726583554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/11/heyyy.html' title='heyyy'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116229969165195975</id><published>2006-10-31T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:35.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>olevel toms</title><content type='html'>ok, good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to pass science. pls pls pls.&lt;br /&gt;i sooo dun wanna retake. so i dunno if i'll regret later for typing this now instead of studyiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all saints day tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i just finished my art. i'll leave the pasting for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; i think everyone thinks i'm 16 cos i'm taking my olevels this year. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i keep crying when i watch goong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna write something abt my feelings. but i'm afraid if i write it down, it'll really be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116229969165195975?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116229969165195975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116229969165195975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/olevel-toms_116229969165195975.html' title='olevel toms'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116169388099423156</id><published>2006-10-24T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho</title><content type='html'>hey guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i speak on a more intellectual level when i put my blog entries as a draft instead of publishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honey, that means you don't open up much and simply, put on a very dumb(literally) mask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116169388099423156?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116169388099423156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116169388099423156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hoho.html' title='hoho'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116169344011798245</id><published>2006-10-24T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:33.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace out.</title><content type='html'>*swings back and forth on soles of feet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOO.. you think my home is a fucking hotel eh??&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, tt's a bad way to address an aunt.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i'm tired. my family's tired. &amp; i wanna go to a place where peace and love existed.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, that is supposed to be where a home is. but that's wierd, i'm already at home. i'm at home, in my sis's rm to be more specific, attempting to warm up my chair as i dry my hair, when mu aunt, future godma, comes strolling in like nth's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could welcome her in open arms with no harm feelings, but guess what honey, i can't. because i can't forget how frustrated my father is with her. i can't forget the no of sleepless nights i've had with her loud snores. i can't forget the irritation i felt when i couldn't even stuyd in my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't forget how much more often my parents fight because of her. pardon me for being so damn vulgar bcos hey, this is my blog and since less than a handful read this damn website anyway, i want to for once say what i please &amp; to go on and on abt how life has been treating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's called ranting with a vengence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116169344011798245?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116169344011798245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116169344011798245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/peace-out.html' title='peace out.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116089334547807894</id><published>2006-10-15T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:32.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken promises.</title><content type='html'>i think i finally know why as a kid, i oways worked hard in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;because i believed that one day, if i worked really hard, dad &amp; mom would get me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/86990284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a shetland sheepdog. (smaller version of rough collie.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, of course that never happened. &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;. but i guess it worked for a while. well, but in the long run, it taught me not to depend on others which personally, i feel quite sad for myself. cos now i think i'm sub consciously still working on getting my own dog by working very hard &amp;amp; then getting my own apartment or get my sis to marry really early so that i can actually have a dog living at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kelly, what a sad childhood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116089334547807894?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116089334547807894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116089334547807894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/broken-promises.html' title='broken promises.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116075524993819853</id><published>2006-10-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:31.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't u see me fading away.</title><content type='html'>maybe all i need is an outburst,&lt;br /&gt;to vent out my frustrations &amp; throw something.&lt;br /&gt;it is true, i keep a lot of things to myself &amp;amp; seldom talk about how i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i know even when i do, i seldom tell the whole story, the whole truth, about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know as a result everyday the barrier i make between myself &amp;amp; the ones i love is becoming increasingly thicker, &amp; all i can point my finger at is the invisible defense mechanism i constantly blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the person i should blame is myself.&lt;br /&gt;i brought this upon myself, &amp;amp; this is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;i should raise up my hand &amp; give an opinion&lt;br /&gt;but instead all i have done is raise that white flag &amp;amp; surrendering to my favourite word called fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good job,kelly.&lt;br /&gt;once again, good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116075524993819853?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116075524993819853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116075524993819853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-cant-u-see-me-fading-away.html' title='why can&apos;t u see me fading away.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116048043225899094</id><published>2006-10-10T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:31.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my best friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/editted.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/320/editted.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;these are my best friends. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will defintely miss KC days bcos of the many people who made it special.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the two of them made my days there, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;unforgetable.&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/9233870-116048043225899094?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116048043225899094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116048043225899094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-best-friends.html' title='my best friends.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116038188318234618</id><published>2006-10-09T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:29.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday pics. selected few.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BELATED BDAY TO JOSH &amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is just full of photos cos i don't really have the time anymore. but it doesn't mean i don't appreciate the party any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/320/editted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/DSCF8416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/320/DSCF8416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/DSCF8419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/320/DSCF8419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/DSCF8414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/320/DSCF8414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/DSCF8415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/320/DSCF8415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i watched &lt;strong&gt;STAYING ALIVE&lt;/strong&gt;. sis &amp; i agree that it has a cheesy ending. but, i found the show pretty good. i was shaken up after the movie for a good 30mins. storyline's not that bad. not that gory as i thought but cos it's a bit fast-paced, i'm thankful i put my chicken nuggets from dinner away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116038188318234618?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116038188318234618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116038188318234618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/bday-pics-selected-few.html' title='bday pics. selected few.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116015389135384163</id><published>2006-10-07T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:28.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;christie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i have yet to receive your card. :)  and girl, don't think that you spoilt my day cos i won't have had it any other way. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116015389135384163?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116015389135384163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116015389135384163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/christie.html' title='christie.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116015245590642168</id><published>2006-10-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:27.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>matilda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matilda was really sweet.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for the past 3 years, she's been leaving me 22 missed calls on my every birthday. oh, 5 years have just flown by. thank you for everything. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116015245590642168?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116015245590642168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116015245590642168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/matilda.html' title='matilda.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116013467799868414</id><published>2006-10-06T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:27.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg. sam and dam so sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;omg, i'm sucha bitch and i really don't deserve sam &amp; dam as my two besties&lt;/span&gt;. *cries.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;what they just did touched my heart so much i actually cried. -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the cd &amp; cake with that unexpected call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love you guys so much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-116013467799868414?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116013467799868414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116013467799868414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg-sam-and-dam-so-sweet.html' title='omg. sam and dam so sweet.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-116004259169161029</id><published>2006-10-05T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:35:08.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yet another quote.'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm losing my mind and you just stand there and stare as my world divides.&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/9233870-116004259169161029?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116004259169161029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/116004259169161029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115988414673742131</id><published>2006-10-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:25.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suicide bombers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/editted%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/editted%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/terrorism.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/terrorism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;editted &amp; original version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days to my bday. a week to christie's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents won't even be back to wish me happy birthday. they are, along with my aunt, on their way to malacca till this sat evening. but, at least i have friends who are expected to make the night unforgetable. all i hope is that i don't reach home traumatised &amp;amp; with cake in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/editted%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115988414673742131?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115988414673742131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115988414673742131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/suicide-bombers.html' title='suicide bombers.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115980044482573100</id><published>2006-10-02T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:25.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opened eyes.</title><content type='html'>i'm beginning to see something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i unknowingly opened my heart. gahh, ok. it's been 2 and a half yrs and he still obviously likes me. i'm juts letting my superficial self get into my head. what if he was better looking, would i have long accepted him. actually i admit, i think so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are times when he's really gay, and tt i detest him for tt. look at me. using the word detest. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's really sweet. and i wish he could look better, but u noe what they say, u can't have all pros and no cons. so my theory is, if he was btter looking, he'd be an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115980044482573100?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115980044482573100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115980044482573100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/opened-eyes.html' title='opened eyes.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115977974988627156</id><published>2006-10-02T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gahhhh. sian.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy cleaning up the mess i made on the floor from all of my brains spilling out from the study overload. it's a month to Olevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i think i've given myself the excuse to do some retail therapy cos it's a few days to my burfday &amp;amp; ocs i'm just stressed. so i got the 2oo6 korean drama soundratck on impluse cos there's 3 songs in there from 'my lovely samsoon'. i was suppose to get BOA's greatest hits cd today but dam talked me out of it&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( maybe i'll go back there to get it anyway.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; i've gone back to the CD shop 2 days in a row to check if evanescence's new CD has come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said ' 2 days time' two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm confused, &amp;amp; it's not cos of e chemical equations.&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/9233870-115977974988627156?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115977974988627156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115977974988627156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/10/gahhhh-sian.html' title='gahhhh. sian.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115943393133106656</id><published>2006-09-28T17:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:23.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overload. help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's been a tough week. there's been something like a reality check overload. like OVER OVER OVER load. ok kel, hang in there. just a month more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/320/bonker12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i searched for the truth in your eyes but all i found instead were lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115943393133106656?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115943393133106656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115943393133106656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/overload-help.html' title='overload. help.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115917242818176076</id><published>2006-09-25T17:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:22.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm doomed.</title><content type='html'>ok, i think it's time to pop by billy bombers &amp; grab a vanilla malt.&lt;br /&gt;i am doomed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOOMED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. oh, i think i see my head being blown off. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAHHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/320/2829563822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;now i really don't have any high hopes of getting good grades for my Olevels. &lt;strong&gt;SIANNN&lt;/strong&gt; lah! kelly say byebye to good grades, just say goodbye. &lt;strong&gt;BYE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY DELETE THAT PART&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i think i'm feeling better now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's amazing how friends can really liften my spirits. &amp; mom gave me loads of biscuits to let me gobble down. well actually, she made me eat a lot cos she was worried that i was turning anoxeric. LOL. what a joke! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calgary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s sucha a great pal. &amp;amp; talking to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thru chua's blog was entertaining. plus, my conver with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shaojun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was pretty enjoyable as well, tho i didn't exactly fill him in abt my bad prelim results. &amp; then there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;whom i'm actually pretty scared of disappointing cos of all the effort he's put into getting me interested in chemistry. &amp;amp; then &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, still as retarded with his out of this world antics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toooodles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115917242818176076?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115917242818176076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115917242818176076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-doomed.html' title='i&apos;m doomed.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115907778728476519</id><published>2006-09-24T15:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:21.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of you.</title><content type='html'>shereen tan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/9/04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frm your cousin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115907778728476519?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115907778728476519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115907778728476519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-memory-of-you.html' title='in memory of you.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115893263090757207</id><published>2006-09-22T22:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong with my body eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gah, not feeling right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyebags are getting worse tho i've been sleeping unusually more. my body is constantly aching these days. my hair is dropping at an alarming rate(time for a haircut) &amp; i've possibly gone a shade paler/yellowish, so much so that ms wong had to have a talk with me to inquire if anything was up. she was worried that i'd be bulimic. my lips are getting extremely dry bcos of my ulcer at the lip. pimples are forming pretty much everywhere &amp; my period has stopped only after two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard my parents talking about my very abrupt changes in appetite while i was pretending to be asleep(&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;). they can't really put a finger on it &amp;amp; i could tell mom was worried. i don't like people to worry over me cos i simply hate the fuss &amp;amp; i'd rather see them with a smile than a frown. i know i should be grateful for such concern cos we only have one pair of biological parents but with that said ,i feel the greater need to not make them worry. that's the thing, i can't even give them a reasonabe/logical explaination to why i'm this way(trust me, i'm curious about it too.) and so tt's why i'm keeping mum abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;='( i can't do with such shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a lighter note, read abt how my day was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damala-sam-kel.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115893263090757207?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115893263090757207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115893263090757207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-wrong-with-my-body-eh.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with my body eh?'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115874223040805984</id><published>2006-09-20T17:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:20.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things happen for a reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if things happen for a reason, tell me why&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year's coming to a close, with the Olevels basically ending everything off. christie, marcus &amp; i looked back abt the year's happenings. there's a similar reaction amongst us about how we've bonded so fast within less than a year. christie's friendship with me is admittedly the most suprising one outta all the friendships i have with my genesis members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care when u get back to tassie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115874223040805984?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115874223040805984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115874223040805984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-happen-for-reason.html' title='things happen for a reason.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115865627763272064</id><published>2006-09-19T16:38:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:19.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom &amp; dad's korea trip.</title><content type='html'>i won't exactly say they had an awesome trip since the tour agnecy practically cheated everyone(inclusive of my dad's boss) of their money. u see, it was a packaged tour. meaning, all entries &amp; food are alr supposed to be provided for. however, my parents were still made to pay US$32 for their admission to korea's disneyland, everland. the food overthere kinda cost a bomb too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, the hotel rooms were being rented out to other people when they were out on their tour. we figure it's all a scam cos before the tour group even left for korea, the tour guide alr mentioned that the hotel would be having a fire drill exercise for 2days. so everyone was made to put their bags outside their room, being assured that the luggages will be put somewhere 'safe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one fine day, everyone came back to find their luggage in e corridor,unattended. that day, my dad's boss couldn't enter his room bcos there were other people in there. most of the stuff in everyone's fridges got stolen.my parents just got some korean fruits stolen while others had their beer say byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at e end of the day, my parents got '' cheated '' of US$200. so i suspect my dad's boss is doing the necessary actions to get the tour agency to ''compensate'' them of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, they came back with really cool pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think these pictures are so sweeet. awwws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually, i can't say much cos i have no idea where the places are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bridal carriage from the olden days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at some temple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just wanted this picture up cos my dad looked so cartoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fingersized doll models to replicate some courtroom situation, I THINK!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, these are life sized ones. gosh, freaking scary. reminds me of the korean horror flick ' the dollmaster' where the dolls go on a killing spree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;filming site of winter sonata. =) nice huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they took this pic cos they knew i'd like it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;roads there.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1397.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; so my parents went to the zoo. my parents got to see in this. (close-up shows the car all caged up for duh, protection purposes.) my parents said that the driver would throw meat on the windscreen so that the lions would be on the car itself &amp;amp; so tourists would have the lion smack in their faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1424.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so pretty! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1420.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;foxes. animals around the world all sama sama lah. so i'm not gonna put anymore up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN1342.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the castle in the background on the hill is made up of cardboard! freaking realistic lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;more up soon about their trip to 'disneyland'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115865627763272064?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115865627763272064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115865627763272064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/mom-dads-korea-trip.html' title='mom &amp; dad&apos;s korea trip.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115842621395676671</id><published>2006-09-17T00:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:15.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho, the shining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all work &amp; no play makes johnny a dull boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was in the scene when nicholson's wife gets the fright of her life as she flips thru her husband's( he's a struggling writer) work &amp; finds out that that line has been repeatedly typed over &amp;amp; over again for his new book. yes, a clear sign she's married a psychopath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's a line from the thriller '&lt;strong&gt; THE SHINING'&lt;/strong&gt;. yes, i watched it &amp; well, i think merely Jack Nicholson's facial expression sent shivers down my spine. but luckily, we watched it as a foursome. Timmy, Chua &amp;amp; I all headed to Christie's place to chiong. &amp; one can of pringles really wasn't enough. I was the oddball, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the only non-tennis fanatic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was pretty durn good. I think it's like The Exorcist, one of those kinda shows you have to watch in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images from the show are &lt;em&gt;prettyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/em&gt; unforgetable, waves of blood etc. tho i was covering my eyes &amp; just reading the subtitles most of the time( for admitting to that, i'm oready brave HOR?) , the cinematography was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as a side tidbit. nicholson plays a psychopath right? timmy told us that he took 6 mths to get out of his role. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loong day tmr. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115842621395676671?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115842621395676671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115842621395676671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hoho-shining.html' title='hoho, the shining'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115822166079414681</id><published>2006-09-14T16:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:15.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parents gg on holiday soooon. korea. =(</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing this with an aching pinkie on both hands. i just made sushi. it started out pretty well until i got really tired &amp; everything started spilling out. mom saved the day despite having her hands full with other errands in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother, is extremely gan chiong &amp;amp; that is where i probably get the genes from.(dad's too carefree to a fault) you see, in exactly 4&amp; a half hrs, mom &amp;amp; dad would be heading to e airport &amp; making their way to korea. my mom, is dead gan chiong. super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's doing the laundry,drying the dishes &amp;amp; putting(typically) post-its ALL OVER THE HOUSE as lil reminders. -_-'' you know like, ''switch off the stove after use'' &amp; "remb to lock the gate".. .. happens EVERYTIME they go for a holiday. gahhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, my walk towards the bus-stop today was somewhat bizzare/&lt;em&gt;freakinnnng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a pretty bad nightmare at like 4am today(yes, again.) so when i woke up, i was already pretty freaked. ok, so i make my usual route to the bus-stop. down the lift, past the park with the trees along the highway &amp;amp; under a few blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i oways allow my mind to play tricks on me &amp; since i already have that hyperactive imagination, double trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;freak-out #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the park lights are not switched on like usual. so i had to depend on the dim void deck lighting to guide me &amp;amp; so the walk felt longer than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;freak-out #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come across an overturned prayer bin with ashes spilling out. &amp; there was a breeze so everything was flying all over the place. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;freak-out #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two black cats run past me as i get nearer to the bus-stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no, i didn't get paranoid about the whole black-cat-crossing-your-path-so-you'll-have-bad-luck. please lah, fur coat colour only lah hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of this super long entry, time for geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;a href="http://damala-sam-kel.blogspot.com"&gt;sam blogged about our encounter with a snowman.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115822166079414681?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115822166079414681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115822166079414681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/parents-gg-on-holiday-soooon-korea.html' title='parents gg on holiday soooon. korea. =('/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115806147660374033</id><published>2006-09-12T19:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:14.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzzzzie. knn.</title><content type='html'>orite, i'll do this since i'm on a break now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT GONNA DO ALL 100. I'LL JUST RANDOMLY PICK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real Name -kelly&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname - kel, chimp, twirp, brat, monkey.&lt;br /&gt;003. Single or taken - single.&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or Female - female&lt;br /&gt;007. Ipod - my ipod mini died &amp; i was never happier.&lt;br /&gt;008. How many buddies on your list - 224.&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you health freak -to a certain extent. but it's just cos i'm not satisfied with my weight.&lt;br /&gt;016. Height - 1.60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone -&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT VS GUY. HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself - pretty much contented with how i've turned out&lt;br /&gt;020. Think you're awesome? - *raises fist* YES.&lt;br /&gt;021. Piercings - 2, &amp;amp; counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 'Firsts'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. First best friend - hasyimah tan.&lt;br /&gt;029. First pet - GOLDFISH! waste time.&lt;br /&gt;031. First Concert - singapore idol finale. i took part in the rest(of my school productions)&lt;br /&gt;032. First Crush - this guy called dennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. Color - BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;039. Drink - (under the influence of dam &amp; sam) only pokka's green tea.&lt;br /&gt;040. Body part not on the face - fingers. nice &amp;amp; skinny enough.&lt;br /&gt;041. Cartoon - &lt;strong&gt;CARDCAPTOR SAKURA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;042. Favorite piece of clothing - i lurve my jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Want Kids - *nods head*&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to Get Married - only if i find the one.&lt;br /&gt;060. Career/s in Mind - comic artist,do some event management. maybe be involved in theatre production again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which is better with the Opposite Gender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes - eyes.&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or Kisses - hugs.&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller - taller! please.&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous - spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms - arms.&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud - sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran Away From Home - nope. i'm oready sucha guai kia.&lt;br /&gt;083. Got an X-ray - yar, in aussie.&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken Someone's Heart - yes.&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned Someone Down - yes.&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried When Someone Died - yes.&lt;br /&gt;088. Cried at school - yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You Believe In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. God - yes.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles - yes. once upon a time, i created them.&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight - nope. how superficial&lt;br /&gt;094. Magic - christie's bro pro sia.&lt;br /&gt;099. Angels - yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Is there someone you want to be with right now? actually, no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115806147660374033?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115806147660374033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115806147660374033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/quizzzzzie-knn.html' title='quizzzzzie. knn.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115788799309684984</id><published>2006-09-10T20:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:14.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm trying to create a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you know, i don't even believe that's a good thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my future is so near. &amp;amp; i'm freakiiiing scared.&lt;br /&gt;please someone say you feel the same way. i want it to have a good ending to it all bcos i just don't want to let my family down &amp; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like stitch, that lil blue alien-thingy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/400/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or on this deserted island wating to be rescued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/untitled2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, you should get the picture by now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115788799309684984?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115788799309684984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115788799309684984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-trying-to-create-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115782429318805354</id><published>2006-09-10T02:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:14.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we have to remember.</title><content type='html'>we have to &lt;strong&gt;remember &lt;/strong&gt;that things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;we have to &lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt; that we should never give up on ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;we have to &lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt; to stay strong if not for our loved ones, then for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;we have to&lt;strong&gt; remember&lt;/strong&gt; the gratitude others have shown us.&lt;br /&gt;we have to &lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt; to forgive others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have to remember you &amp;amp; what you left me with. it seems like you've taught me more when you went away than when you were alive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115782429318805354?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115782429318805354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115782429318805354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-have-to-remember.html' title='we have to remember.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115780033414756432</id><published>2006-09-09T19:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:13.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring saturday night.</title><content type='html'>okay, so far pretty much &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE'S &lt;/strong&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad,mom &amp; aunt have gone to parkway to dine &amp;amp; considering how often i go there for my meals, i rejected the offer. heng, bran &amp; co have gone to town to have a lil bit of night life. i rejected their offer cos.. .. I bought &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my lovely samsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; vcd today with suyin &amp;amp; was too engaged on it to bother about pretty much anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christie&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;welcome back honey!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;strong&gt;SOMEHOW&lt;/strong&gt; go out later too, leaving me at home alone again to do math &amp; not get hoooked on the com. for not allowing myself to have a night out, i should do something productive like intensive studying or something. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are going to korea soon&amp;amp; my aunt is cfm gg on hols during that period as well. maybe it's just a test of my discipline, you know? to not sneak out of the house &amp; hang out. i must admit, it is &lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/strong&gt; tempting&lt;em&gt;.(unless my vcds can keep me fm stepping out of the door) &lt;/em&gt;but actions do have consequences. we'll just see how i do in the disciplinary department soon enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom &amp;amp; i had a real serious conversation about my trip to the US next yr. i told her how much i wanted to have a go in travelling alone &amp; maybe, just maybe, i have convinced her. &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ALLOW ME. &lt;/strong&gt;you know,she even forbids me to go on mission trips &amp;amp; to be involved in any relief distaster missions. it's these lil things about being overprotective that my mom has serious issues with. not going for at least 1 mission trip in a lifetime ,would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; here's one more thing that i'd like to add:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, a friend caught a glimpse of my comics, snickered &amp;amp; told me they were " &lt;strong&gt;childish!&lt;/strong&gt; " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt; boy, i'm gonna have the last laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/200/DSCN0902.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                  -miss that smartass.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115780033414756432?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115780033414756432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115780033414756432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/boring-saturday-night.html' title='boring saturday night.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115773750403895120</id><published>2006-09-09T02:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:13.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as the prelims draw nearer.</title><content type='html'>psst, i'll fill you in on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i've been looking back at my prev post bcos of HYUN BIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, okay. i was s'pose to get the VCD 2day but marine parade's popular didn't have it so i guess i'll have to head to TM tmr. i'm sooo outdated but wakakakakaka, pardon me. i'm still new to all these new korean drama serials. =D ohh i can't wait for e k drama marathon at dam's place after the Os. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;defintely something to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a super fast blogskin change( somehow i seem to be improving in speed when it comes to this.) &amp; i'm pretty ok with it now. the prev one's been there for months. &lt;em&gt;ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thks to bran for being mindful &amp;amp; donating me his chemistry pocket study guide. hopefully it'll save me,somehow. &amp; i've also decided not to go to school on monday. &lt;em&gt;waste time.&lt;/em&gt; neither am i going to take the chinese o level prelims(DUH!) &amp;amp; art prelim exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! i had this dream that i was buying a chinese composition book during chinese lesson! i remb gg ' LAO SHI! I DUN NEED TO BUY THIS ANYMORE LAH!' she gives&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; sweet smile &amp; says ' aiyah, (in chinese) it's ok, u can always do it again!' &amp;amp; with that, i fling the book on the floor &amp; walk out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hitting the sack now. take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115773750403895120?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115773750403895120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115773750403895120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-prelims-draw-nearer_09.html' title='as the prelims draw nearer.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115762143756880672</id><published>2006-09-07T18:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYUN BIN.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/400/720868191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;heh, if you see this picture popping up on msn, it's just me signing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/1600/2562215222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/320/2562215222.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwws, he's sooooo cute. &amp; he's korean. &amp;amp; i see him &lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/strong&gt;! on the telly that is. OK lah, his body not very good but &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE'S PERFECT HORRRRR! =D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/664/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*daydreams* i just love guys with dimples. =D even some of my friends' &lt;strong&gt;MOTHERS &lt;/strong&gt;are oogling at him. hehehehehehe. unfortunately, i have failed to get my own mother to go crazy over him with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my lovely samsoon, every weekday on channel U 1opm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enter my room then &amp; you hear me sigh daydreamingly everytime he appears on the telly. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love always,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115762143756880672?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115762143756880672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115762143756880672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hyun-bin.html' title='HYUN BIN.!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115754219043148555</id><published>2006-09-06T20:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:11.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>for details on my very interesting day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on * the 3 of us webbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's where you'll get to know a very amusing teacher of mine. okay," amusing" is not an appropriate word. i think "idiotic" sounds more suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115754219043148555?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115754219043148555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115754219043148555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_06.html' title='*'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115750507388925084</id><published>2006-09-06T10:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:11.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**</title><content type='html'>pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying i'm the one who needs it the most, but i sure know i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115750507388925084?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115750507388925084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115750507388925084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='**'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115730052252959000</id><published>2006-09-04T01:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:10.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chechachong.__</title><content type='html'>ohoh. i'm sucha a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;freakkkkkking&lt;/em&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i still hate chemistry. prelims are in a week baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, *DRUM ROLLS*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; O LEVELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, then mommy &amp; daddy are gg to korea in 2 wks time. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT'S WHEN THE FRIDGE WILL BE LOADED WITH &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN BEAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SOUP, SUSHI &amp;amp; PANCAKES&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; okay lah, combo wierd. &lt;em&gt;but u first day noe me meh?&lt;/em&gt; *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only girls are allowed to bunk over. so if any of u GUYs (literally) wanna bunk over, better buy a wig and two coconuts to get past my beloved sister. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm high at 12.10am ( must be bcos of &lt;strong&gt;SOMEBODY &lt;/strong&gt;=D )even tho i'm waking up really early tmr to.. study at MARINE PARADE LIB. it's me &amp; dammy struggling with chemistry &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( if u're gd at chem &amp;amp; u wanna brag abt it on my tagboard, &lt;em&gt;don't dishearten me.&lt;/em&gt; ) anyone wanna tackle it with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115730052252959000?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115730052252959000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115730052252959000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/chechachong.html' title='chechachong.__'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115713470865138986</id><published>2006-09-02T03:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:09.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my gut feeling tells me.. ..</title><content type='html'>that my sis just protected me from someone that might have been able to hurt me. it was that look in her eye &amp; that mutter of someone's name under her breath that gave her away. i don't know most of it but i know, whatever it is, maybe it was all for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt has gone on an unexpected trip to K.L so i still don't know if she'll be around when mom &amp;amp; dad go to korea in 2 wks' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone has been ringing off the hook! i've been pretty irritated so by 10pm,i switched off my phone &amp; will not switch it on until.. .. .. i dunno, MONDAY? this friend asked me out &amp;amp; when i declined cos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOODY HELL EVEN HE &amp; EVERYONE KNOWS I'VE BEEN STUDYING &amp;amp; HAVEN'T MADE ANY EXCEPTIONS FOR ANYONE&lt;/span&gt;, gosh! he wasn't even understanding, said '' &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FINE LAH, I DUN CARE ABT U ALR!&lt;/span&gt; "&amp; slammed down the fone. &amp;amp; i even had the decency to be polite even tho my fav telly programme was already running. like hello! you jolly well know i'm studying cos my prelims are in a wk. &amp; even ur gf is studying her butt off lah! just writing down the situation makes me roll my eyes even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i made brownies today with mother dearest. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;booyah, success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =D dam &amp;amp; sam, i &lt;strong&gt;MIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; only be give it to you guys.&lt;strong&gt; MIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; cause my sister is gorging herself silly. while stock lasts, esp. since i only need one person to finish it all up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115713470865138986?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115713470865138986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115713470865138986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-gut-feeling-tells-me.html' title='my gut feeling tells me.. ..'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115701659095010061</id><published>2006-08-31T18:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:08.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>my com has gone on 'stand-by emergency' mode again. aiyah, i'm not even gonna bother going into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's teachers' day &amp; i didn't get anyone a single freaking present. ='( i couldn't even burn ms low her cd lah! oh gosh, i should have done it earlier when i had the chance! yes kelly, live ur life in regret again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have pictures. but i'll put it up, &lt;strong&gt;ONE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115701659095010061?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115701659095010061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115701659095010061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-again.html' title='yes, AGAIN!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115676810111775544</id><published>2006-08-28T21:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:08.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurricane katrina.</title><content type='html'>i'm looking back on previous articles written on Hurricane Katrina and damn, i remember how i felt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know, i have 2 families of relatives over in the U.S. kyle &amp; cam, aaron &amp;amp; cheryl. both of which are in houston &amp; L.A respectively. at that time, aaron &amp;amp; cher were still happily living in sg &amp; i was having my N level prelims. Hurricane Katrina didn't affect me that much cos well, i didn't hear &lt;strong&gt;ANYONE&lt;/strong&gt; panicking on how kyle &amp; cam were, so i just went abt studying lah. i assumed everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little did i know, that cam &amp; my aunt were right in the path of the hurricane &amp; that &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE &lt;/strong&gt;had been glued to CNA for the longest time to hear about updates &amp;amp; praying. it was only after the hurricane changed its course that they decided to tell me. i later learnt that my aunt &amp; cam were in their basement( they decided to stay put), kyle was away in college &amp;amp; couldn't get anywhere near the hse cos of the closure of roads &amp; their dad was away in another state. my sis showed me hurricane katrina's course &amp; where they were at and they were THIS close. crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to my aunt a week after everything settled down &amp; she said that kyle called her fm his college screaming "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOM WAD THE HECK ARE U STILL DOING THERE?! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; obviously my aunt didn't budge eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;do you see what i mean abt wanting everyone in sg?! &amp; i was blooooooody ignorant &amp;amp; unobservant lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115676810111775544?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115676810111775544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115676810111775544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hurricane-katrina.html' title='hurricane katrina.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233870.post-115676503237219582</id><published>2006-08-28T19:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead beat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't fall away, and leave me to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't fall away and leave love bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;in my hands, in my hands again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm dead tired. studying today at the library felt like the day would never end. i hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;something went in, cos i feel a blonde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dumb!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;dam &amp;amp; i ended up studying for 3 freaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hrs before gg for lunch at KFC. so after eating i suggested that since we did 3 hrs of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;studying, we should do 2 hrs of shopping! but noooo, she said "oei, we have to study lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sian, what a spoiler. so as u can imagine, i dragged my lifeless body back to the lib. u'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;never see me reacting this way when if it was geog. blahhh. oh gosh, pls lemme get thru this yr, alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233870-115676503237219582?l=-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115676503237219582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233870/posts/default/115676503237219582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-blackbutterflies-.blogspot.com/2006/08/dead-beat.html' title='dead beat.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375854947159090064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
