<?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-20651062</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:57:39.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAURA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20651062.post-116503123647215655</id><published>2006-12-01T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:47:16.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Moved.&lt;br /&gt;So Catch Me If You Can. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116503123647215655?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116503123647215655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116503123647215655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116481792165492904</id><published>2006-11-29T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:37:14.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shalom, Fullerton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;No more trying to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;No more Isma, Bobo :( , Wanker :D (yeah!) &amp;&amp;amp; the other managers.&lt;br /&gt;No more tying my hair into a bun. (freakin look like a ballerina)&lt;br /&gt;No more thinking im &lt;strong&gt;malay&lt;/strong&gt; or from &lt;strong&gt;myanmar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No more " sir/ma'am can i get you a drink?"&lt;br /&gt;No more wiping thousands of spoons/forks.&lt;br /&gt;No more stealing the foood.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Lastly, no more fulerton.&lt;br /&gt;whooopiedoooo! &lt;strong&gt;:DDDDDDDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116481792165492904?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116481792165492904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116481792165492904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/shalom-fullerton.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116464627754409689</id><published>2006-11-27T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:53:58.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Lunch With Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;BreakDance Moves&lt;br /&gt;Gym/Slacked&lt;br /&gt;Sharing Ghost Stories&lt;br /&gt;Munch Munch Munch&lt;br /&gt;Teasing Love bird(sss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pro"&lt;/b&gt; Pool Player&lt;br /&gt;Secretly Taking Photos&lt;br /&gt;Lamppost,&lt;i&gt; again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Bus Ride&lt;br /&gt;Broken Chair &amp;&amp;amp; Bruises&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected News&lt;br /&gt;Late Night Video Calls&lt;br /&gt;Movie Marathon(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116464627754409689?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116464627754409689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116464627754409689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/hellogoodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116455929990129042</id><published>2006-11-26T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:59:33.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm your number one fan :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make this short as theres work tmr (at 12),&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; its already half pass 12.sooo yeah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sold tickets for the production, again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ,just like last week, sales weren't that good.&lt;br /&gt;So we had to donate to make it seem nicer. Ha :) Empty sheets arent nice, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Met Godmother and cousin at grandpa's place. Lunch-ed then off to Queensway.&lt;br /&gt;Did some shopping! Yayies.&lt;br /&gt;Just realised, its been sometime since my mother &amp;amp; i did some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummmmy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Night Movie with the Samantha and Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;Casino Royale was super long. Wasn't a bad movie, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmagawd, his eyes were ro die for. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Light blue eyes&lt;/i&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;one word, &lt;strong&gt;hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1187/998/1600/642156/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1187/998/200/454666/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its coming soon. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116455929990129042?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116455929990129042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116455929990129042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-your-number-one-fan-d-ill-make-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116439163773608813</id><published>2006-11-24T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:10:49.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating ice-cream at 2am isn't a good thing,&lt;br /&gt;but who cares? Ha. Its shoikadoooo :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116439163773608813?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116439163773608813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116439163773608813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/eating-ice-cream-at-2am-isnt-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116427976568101108</id><published>2006-11-23T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:15:40.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hi! My name is &lt;u&gt;Eunice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. KILLERRRRR! Omgawd, work was shit.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it like shit. &lt;b&gt;shitshitshit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager didnt let me off early, cause he had t check if there were sufficient staff for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; thebest part was i didnt even have to serve it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i couldnt go home early, plus i had a major headache.ARGH&lt;br /&gt;Had to pretend i had some family function, but i still couldnt be released.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd,it sounds like i was being locked up in some cell. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work didnt finish till like what? 11.30pm.Worked for 14hrs straight.&lt;br /&gt;From tmr onwards, im requesting to end early.No more dinners for me, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town with the babe &amp;amp; her friends.:DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Didnt do much, slacked around.&lt;br /&gt;Made new friends. Followed then to do belly piercing.&lt;br /&gt;oh my, so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Tempted but... no. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm a decent &amp; clean person.&lt;/s&gt; HAHAHA , joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;(edited)&lt;br /&gt;I've got t agree with samantha.&lt;br /&gt;silent treatment is the best solution.&lt;br /&gt;Being involved causes soo much more problems&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hearts being broken &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, it all started when that passerby tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to bring it to the present?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is in the past, leave it.&lt;br /&gt;C'mmon, we are all living our lives differently now&lt;br /&gt;nd some have forgotten about it ( maybe )&lt;br /&gt;well enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passer, you're such a ( fill in the blanks ) argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116427976568101108?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116427976568101108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116427976568101108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-my-name-is-eunice-one-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116412279531831469</id><published>2006-11-21T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:52:30.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Snake Bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese weddings &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; its because of that stupid old women.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.i hate chinese weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;off the meet samantha and matthew for breakfast at Macs &amp;&amp;amp; t pass my copy of the bank slip and Ic. But the shop was closed :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;over to gabrielle's crib t slack . dowload music , talked , irritated gabrielle with my shit &amp; webcam-ed with alex. :DDD haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EA with my &lt;s&gt;dearest&lt;/s&gt; mother and James to wrap christmas presents. Only lasted for an hour, so brought him to parkway to see his trains. Treated him to some ice-cream and a smoothie. &lt;strong&gt;Sucha greedy pig.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was suppose t catch a movie but my mother didnt want to. Rather upset tho, had no one to watch a movie with besides my mother :( Thought of having some mother -daughter get together. Haha :D So home, had my sleep &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp; boy, am i feeling fresher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked to siglap since she wanted to 'exercise'. Came back with macdonal ice cream. tsk, what an exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before i go, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy NC16 Melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please dont fill our tagboards with &lt;s&gt;shitass&lt;/s&gt; comments about &lt;u&gt;our friendship&lt;/u&gt;.Its for us to solve. Your help is much appreciated but i think its time wesolve this ourselves. But if you insist, please leave your name &lt;strong&gt;(your real name)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116412279531831469?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116412279531831469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116412279531831469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/snake-bites-i-hate-chinese-weddings.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116394879710393650</id><published>2006-11-19T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:10:51.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;An answer for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with my family was o k.&lt;br /&gt;mum bought herself a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; boy is it nice. well its super nice lar, plus its 3G.&lt;br /&gt;Video calling here i come :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Haha, bet she isnt going to use it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, she might trade hers with mine. :D i'll be most happy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3G with steph after dinner :) haha, she sucha loser.&lt;br /&gt;showing off her nostrils. Sick child.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; showing her how to tie a bun for work tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Since she is going way earlier then me.&lt;br /&gt;GoodLuck Steph! All the best ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC00007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Rotation%20of%20DSC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/Rotation%20of%20DSC00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all thanks to &lt;u&gt;mr monkman&lt;/u&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;ive got something to do in the wee hrs of the morning for the next&lt;br /&gt;few weeks. Everyday watching Oc, all 4 season! :D&lt;br /&gt;but with my faulty connection&lt;br /&gt;its going to cause alot of probs.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, it will be good while watching. * cross fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116394879710393650?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116394879710393650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116394879710393650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/answer-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116386560486038194</id><published>2006-11-18T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:08:43.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Part-Time Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt; Sweetest Sixteen, Sam!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you loved the present; especially the card, right?&lt;br /&gt;All those lovely pictures &amp; sixteen lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it was the &lt;u&gt;sweetest&lt;/u&gt; sixteen birthday ever. Ha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week ahead is going to be a killer.&lt;br /&gt;working hrs from 12 - night for 3 days. I`m going to diee.mygawdd, just feel like&lt;br /&gt;not going at all &amp;amp;&amp; just staying home. butbutbut, no work = no money :(&lt;br /&gt;besides the pay is pathetic. i demand for a raise! :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Once i get my pay, its goodbye fullerton.&lt;br /&gt;Just another 12 more days. Not only that, i'll be going for a holiday. Atlast, something t look forward.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping &amp; shopping &amp;amp; more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;nd of course spending time with my family  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When are we going bowling ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116386560486038194?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116386560486038194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116386560486038194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-time-lover-happy-belated-sweetest.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116373308051611120</id><published>2006-11-16T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:19:51.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a while you just wish&lt;br /&gt;everything would fall back into place.&lt;br /&gt;like it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never watching anymore scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever (x 1000 ) again.&lt;br /&gt;Waste my money only, half the time i was covering my face&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it wasnt in english. so if i close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;not only cant i see whats going on,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, stewpid matt/steph/vic,&lt;br /&gt;told you to watch another show.&lt;br /&gt;Should have watch Casino Royal or Just friend&lt;br /&gt;or Material Girls or Step up.&lt;br /&gt;But nooo, wanna watch &lt;u&gt;Final Call&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, before the movie even started victoria was screaming away.&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious.But after watching half or part of the movie,&lt;br /&gt;i realised its something like final destination.&lt;br /&gt;So stupid, &lt;strong&gt;final call&lt;/strong&gt;.Copycat, no originality. Loserr!&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way home, steph started scaring me&lt;br /&gt;cause i told her she looked like the 'ghost'.&lt;br /&gt;Was super freaked out &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;matthew didnt do anything -.- tsk, tell sam!&lt;br /&gt;We all know why,&lt;em&gt;right girls&lt;/em&gt;? Haha&lt;br /&gt;thinking of his &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victoria :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forward this or you will be his foreverrr!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116373308051611120?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116373308051611120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116373308051611120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-while-you-just-wish-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116360307950250376</id><published>2006-11-15T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:14:37.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/whisper___whisper____by_essanox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/whisper___whisper____by_essanox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into gabrielle on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; talked for awhile before departing again.&lt;br /&gt;in that short period of time, we talked like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;info/stuff coming out like a bullet.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, typical us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been far too long since we met up &amp;amp; had a nice walk dwn town.&lt;br /&gt;talking about boys, girls, fashion &amp;amp; anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when when when&lt;/em&gt; are we going out, gabrielle?!&lt;br /&gt;you better call me or you watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116360307950250376?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116360307950250376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116360307950250376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/bumped-into-gabrielle-on-way-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116351686818378851</id><published>2006-11-14T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:27:59.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a sexy voice.Ha&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; its becos of my stewpid cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been rather shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Having to work for 12 hrs straight for 2 days :(&lt;br /&gt;but but but! Lady luck with on my side today :) &lt;strong&gt;i'm so happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got t 'run' away from wonka. Hate him like shit,&lt;br /&gt;He held me hand to tightly i could feel my veins popping out. &lt;s&gt;killer&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hes pms-ing. One moment hes gets angry &amp; the next minute he isnt.&lt;br /&gt;Example; during break. He started smiling at us. Sucha weirdo. &lt;em&gt;goshhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go back earlier then the rest. All thanks to Bobo!&lt;br /&gt;I want t be under Bobo forever man. No more wonka pleaseee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Plans for tmr&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arab street with girls&lt;br /&gt;- Collect jeans&lt;br /&gt;- Late Night Movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116351686818378851?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116351686818378851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116351686818378851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-got-sexy-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116318148596132758</id><published>2006-11-10T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:58:06.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Movie Marathon "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0082.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0082.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0055.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0055.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatablast!Everythng turned out &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; great. :D&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was early, like super early cause stephanie chan ended work late.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;$^*(@)(*$&amp;amp;^@# then made me pay for the cab fare.total loserrr.&lt;br /&gt;Could tell Vickaye was scared &amp; shocked yet happy.&lt;br /&gt;She freaked out &amp;amp; ran out of the house when she saw kat. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even said this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vic;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; why you here? why you never tell me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Someone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cause its a surprise party ?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. my gosh. ( knock her head, dude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her her presents. Vickaye was so scared t open the box that she actually threw the box forward not knowing there was actually a hamster inside. -.- &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; after she knew there was one, she went all high &amp;amp; calling it names. like.. &lt;u&gt;hum hum/ ham ham the 2nd. &lt;/u&gt;Haha :) plus telling us about her other hamster ( ham ham ) her reactions towards everything was hilarious. haha&lt;br /&gt;she continued for aboutanother 45 mins. &lt;em&gt;gosh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk, ate &amp;&amp;amp; laughed the whole afternoon.Truth or Dare was a disaster. We kept skipping turns&amp; not doing the dares properly :C Gave up &amp;amp; decided to watch &lt;b&gt;alot like love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Started raining &amp; vickaye and conrad fell asleep.Haha, soo i spread chocolate over their faces with marshmellows. and they didnt feel a thing. Baa&lt;br /&gt;Vic thought she wasactually drewling :/ it was funnny like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bday girl &amp;amp; bernice left soon after. :(&lt;br /&gt;Had take-away pizza, making us have huge tummies.&lt;br /&gt;i think all of us put on weight after eating so much junk food.&lt;br /&gt;Its back t the gym for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoppy belated Burthday Veekee! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed yourself &amp;amp; love the presents.&lt;br /&gt;( especially the hamster )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;next 17 nov! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116318148596132758?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116318148596132758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116318148596132758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-marathon-whatablasteverythng.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116274191790951328</id><published>2006-11-05T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T08:52:10.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Truth, Dare, Double Dare, Torture or Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_2467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_2467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_2532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_2532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_2503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_2503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_2474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up + Dancing + Truth or Dare + Great Company = &lt;strong&gt;F-a-b-ulous&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never play truth or dare when mark llyod is around.&lt;br /&gt;He will come up with the worst dares ever.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm sure you don't want to know them, &lt;em&gt;right?&lt;/em&gt; :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;blogspot keeps hanging on me, idiot. Argh! Not important now. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nways, sam spiced up the night with his singing talent.&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, it was hilarious. Him trying to hit every single note. haha&lt;br /&gt;at times he could it but other then that nope. Dope (!)&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the video another time.&lt;br /&gt;kinda lazy now. In the turn-off mood already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_2508.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_2508.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_2520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_2539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_2539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_2526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ima happy kid, cause i saw (ahem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but not too happy :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116274191790951328?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116274191790951328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116274191790951328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/truth-dare-double-dare-torture-or-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116252418656089003</id><published>2006-11-02T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:24:24.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wannabe- Spice Girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So tell me what you want, what you really really want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;really really wanna zigazig ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make it last forever friendship never ends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116252418656089003?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116252418656089003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116252418656089003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/wannabe-spice-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116239615240543444</id><published>2006-11-01T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:25:07.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; h&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went as&lt;strong&gt; wonderwoman&lt;/strong&gt; this halloween. Everyone looked either &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scary &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;deadly&lt;/span&gt; but i was the only one looking so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l. whatever man, im &lt;em&gt;unique&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_5718.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_5718.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_5773.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_5773.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall,the party was great!Stephanie chan looked the scariest with her white face &amp; super long hair.&amp;amp; she was like chasing me around the room, trying to pull my leg. i swear i was so frightened.&lt;em&gt;Goosebumps&lt;/em&gt;. Played musical chairs :/ Fun yet childish. Was suppose t play another game but didnt happen. :( Also cos, we had to leave the function room really early.Stuuuup! what a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged outside till 11-ish.Talked, ate chips &amp; took photos. Great combo :DHad a little farewell for &lt;strong&gt;dearest Kat&lt;/strong&gt;. Boy, will i miss her badly. How she would tease me when she sees me. ( only she knows it) Accounts studying in your housewith those flys in your room. Haha &amp;amp; our spice girls fever. :) Took our group shots. Before we left, they gave us cups of goodies. Oh! i felt so kiddy. :) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks geisha &amp;amp; Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;without you girls, i wouldn't have so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116239615240543444?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116239615240543444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116239615240543444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-belated-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116217988128936898</id><published>2006-10-30T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:53:25.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got me ?</title><content type='html'>Hello, do you see me?&lt;br /&gt;ohwait! iforgot. im invisble to you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks!:D&lt;br /&gt;i dont want t fight for it, i see no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say we should talk, but why?&lt;br /&gt;it won't make a difference or go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;we should just leave it as it is eventhough im not very happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;you seem happier this way. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a particular reason, i miss school.&lt;br /&gt;1/2 wants to go back but the other half doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i miss school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) see some friends&lt;br /&gt;2) it occupies 8hrs of the day.&lt;br /&gt;3) get t have honeydew, miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i've been invited to 2 hallooween parties. yay! for me.but ive got no costume. dammit, guess i have search for a stupid outfit.argh, tho im kinda lazy to look for one. you know how hard it is to find one ? super hard. besides i'll be only using it once, so heck. its time to make my own costume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;wonder woman or sailor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116217988128936898?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116217988128936898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116217988128936898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/youve-got-me.html' title='You&apos;ve got me ?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116201087297253785</id><published>2006-10-28T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:48:33.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANT TO GO FOR A HALLOWEEN PARTY !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116201087297253785?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116201087297253785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116201087297253785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to-go-for-halloween-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116187128744767411</id><published>2006-10-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T07:34:01.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0410.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goodbyes dont go well with friends. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate saying goodbyes especially after being together for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt on my 'what-to-do' list. Its sucks larr. :( go &amp; die biatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After going thru so many obstacles together and now its time to say goodbye? oh go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm definately not ready for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just want thing to be like they used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for sure, it will be hard meeting up. Each one having plans of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;plus theres going to be work for me. but im happy its going to be with my girlies. at least i'll still get to see them. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/pie%20family.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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; &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;&lt;em&gt;i miss everything &amp;amp; everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116187128744767411?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116187128744767411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116187128744767411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/goodbyes-dont-go-well-with-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116169475080813466</id><published>2006-10-24T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T05:59:10.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" sam, he is over there! "&lt;br /&gt;" no lar " &amp; knocks my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 5 minutes later )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sam, he is over there!"&lt;br /&gt;" where got?"&lt;br /&gt;" yes, really "&lt;br /&gt;" okok, turn your head &amp; just walk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mygoodness, sam you're funny :) hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116169475080813466?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116169475080813466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116169475080813466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/sam-he-is-over-there-no-lar-knocks-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116169368070132733</id><published>2006-10-24T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T06:51:56.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>G'day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure we could/can get abs after listening to steph babble about her wan wan &amp; korean guy.boy, can she talk fast and make funny comments.the way she talks can make you laugh till the cows come home.HAHAH.&amp;amp;its true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Vivo4..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/Vivo4..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Picture1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/Picture1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Vivo..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Vivo5..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so sam adds on by saying "my love" and spreads her hand out &amp; points in a particular direction :D HAHAH. im sure it was on purpose.well as for vic, she got 2 guys falling on her &amp;amp; smashing her.Bet she was cursing &amp; swearing at 'em and must have been so digusted &amp;amp;smelly. Poor girl :/ You attract all kinds. haha &lt;s&gt;joking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got something you dont have. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116169368070132733?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116169368070132733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116169368070132733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/gday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116162639905986928</id><published>2006-10-23T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:30:24.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/at%20lau"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/at%20lau%27s%20141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/LOL%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/LOL%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC05722.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/DSC05722.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the good o'l times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116162639905986928?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116162639905986928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116162639905986928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-you-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116152936406982703</id><published>2006-10-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T08:02:44.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our useless convo. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph : goodbye&lt;br /&gt;laura : the door is over there&lt;br /&gt;steph : HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;steph : pencil in hand&lt;br /&gt;steph : you're so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;laura : i was about to say that. hahah&lt;br /&gt;steph: oh my goodness&lt;br /&gt;vic : just like me when i was 20years ago&lt;br /&gt;steph: i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;steph: LOL&lt;br /&gt;laura: Hahah&lt;br /&gt;steph: OMG&lt;br /&gt;laura: what?&lt;br /&gt;steph: the hunks are coming&lt;br /&gt;vic : lol&lt;br /&gt;laura: hunks?&lt;br /&gt;vic : owww you indian&lt;br /&gt;laura: who are the hunks?&lt;br /&gt;vic : ngee ann?&lt;br /&gt;laura: hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;steph: i think so&lt;br /&gt;laura: wait!&lt;br /&gt;steph: chio-bu&lt;br /&gt;laura: i dont get what your saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside joke, only tuition girls will understand. lol&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, this shows how blur &amp; stupid i am. gosh&lt;br /&gt;haha&amp;amp; that we miss mrs chia a lot, &lt;em&gt;right?&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116152936406982703?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116152936406982703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116152936406982703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-useless-convo.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116136027284986574</id><published>2006-10-20T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:40:15.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;never am i going on any high elements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweaty palms &amp; an ugly face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hang-man is much more fun then 'ice' climbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much for &lt;strong&gt;ice&lt;/strong&gt; climbling when there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasnt a single piece of ice. 4/2, bluff us that it was cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we had to wear jackets. plus you might get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ice bites . lameshit &amp;amp; but the best part was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all fell for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116136027284986574?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116136027284986574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116136027284986574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/never-am-i-going-on-any-high-elements.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116116211712283187</id><published>2006-10-18T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:45:33.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i remember posting a super awesome post but it some how disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when this happens, oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;why does it have to be this way ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/beauty%20queen%28753%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I hit sentosa with my girls :D Played &amp; sun tanned. Didnt get much tan due to the stupid haze. its getting worst. Let its rain, pleeeease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there were a group of underwear guys playing near us. and hilda was the unlucky one to get hit. Jerks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0533.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0533.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;found a jelly-liked thingi which i thought loooked very much like a bull's eye egg. Haha but I'm sure it wasn't. but it looked like one!&lt;br /&gt;Bath/changed then had our ice creams. &lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then it was off to Vivo city, checked the place out. Had our lunch cum dinner then walked aimlessly arnd. 1 shop made sam&amp; I super happy. :) mygawd, we couldn't stop smiling. well i know i couldn't. hahah :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Samantha kept taking the sunflowers from a particular shop, she even made us walk arnd to find more. thats samantha for you! jajajjajaja. went t thetop &amp;amp; it looked so grey-ish. the cable cars were so blur. Slacked for awhile. Enjoyed the hazy scenery then met the rest for awhile before leaving them again. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;leaving us with the sweetest goodbyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love coming home and seeing my baby brother sleeping on my bed. Adorable thing :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont want repeat, no more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont like changes but im trying. :( Its hard to accept the fact that it wont be the same anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116116211712283187?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116116211712283187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116116211712283187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-remember-posting-super-awesome-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116092618890251244</id><published>2006-10-15T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T08:42:13.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you die in the game-you die for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so theres school tmr, oh boy. 2 weeks &amp;amp; im out. I see no reason why we need when Ns are over seriously.but lucky, there holidays inbetween. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with my girls + matthew.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, gab takes me for granted. she's such a big bully.&lt;br /&gt;" laura, buy for me "&lt;br /&gt;" laura, get me more chilli sause"&lt;br /&gt;" laura, one oreocheese cake"&lt;br /&gt;feel like strangling that girl,urgh. stupppid b*&lt;br /&gt;trained t town since my whole family was there shopping. :/&lt;br /&gt;they should leave the housekeys at home instead of making me travel to town just bcos no ones home. how annoying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116092618890251244?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116092618890251244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116092618890251244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-die-in-game-you-die-for-real-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116064078801375784</id><published>2006-10-12T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:09:10.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No words can describe how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over the moon. the chalet was the best, better then the rest! AHAHA It was so complete. All 11 of us having the time of our lives.Playing mahjong in the wee hours of the morning, dancing only when the lights go off,bullying rhoda while playing monkey,playing the number game, Melody &amp; hilda singing, trying to stay up to play mahjong but failed to, getting chased by brooms, taking useless videos, screaming at the slighest things and treating me like i was their personal maid. - hints. &lt;strong&gt;Victoria lim&lt;/strong&gt;! o k I seriously had the best time &amp;amp; im sure i'll never forget this. Never ever ever everrrrr.if only it would last forever :D Now that its over, i miss it like fish.oh it was the &lt;em&gt;sex.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/My%20clique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/My%20clique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Click here for more laughs&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=e-dFJmA9Y8Q"&gt;Heart attack. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMifXnrM15w"&gt;Boom chicka-boom. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=on9uMhEYMYU"&gt;Cheeese.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its a little bit laggy, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116064078801375784?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116064078801375784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116064078801375784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-words-can-describe-how-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-116021432732426737</id><published>2006-10-07T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:54:37.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;new found&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/adam%20brody1_thumb.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/adam%20brody1_thumb.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot&lt;/em&gt;ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more to go. Boy, am I happy :)&lt;br /&gt;Monday is my last paper and its gonna be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;You people would be expecting loud screams at around 11.&lt;br /&gt;Dont say I didnt warn you people.&lt;br /&gt;I swear im gonna go high on nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my week all planned out.&lt;br /&gt;Since, theres no school for me.YAYAYAYYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Shopping for chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : Chalet&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Chalet&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:Chalet&lt;br /&gt;Friday: ( not so sure yet )&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:Shoppping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, the books are calling me.&lt;br /&gt;Shalom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-116021432732426737?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116021432732426737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/116021432732426737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-found-love-hotness.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115996987972197015</id><published>2006-10-04T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:13:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days down, 3 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LETS COUNT DOWN.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Thursday : Literature&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Mathematics Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Accounts Paper 1 &amp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooka-yy, I'm over the moon. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt; oh i cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you, &lt;em&gt;tuesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Amanda%20Tabitha%20Laura%20Hairunnisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/Amanda%20Tabitha%20Laura%20Hairunnisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Amanda%20Tabitha%20Laura%20Hairunnisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/Amanda%20Tabitha%20Laura%20Hairunnisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Well lookie here, a sec 1 photo of us. -laughs&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, I'm not here to poke fun at amanda eventhough she looks &lt;u&gt;soooooo adorable&lt;/u&gt; with long hair &amp;amp; her 'good' fashion sense. :) Look how &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; we looked. Innocent beings. ( yeah, whatever man )&lt;br /&gt;Just saying that, tabitha is coming back for the holidays during Decemeber. Boo ya! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115996987972197015?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115996987972197015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115996987972197015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-days-down-3-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115963562943817086</id><published>2006-10-01T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:11:38.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/galissa%20zakirah%20me.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/galissa%20zakirah%20me.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Super Sweet Sixteen &lt;u&gt;Galissa Seth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your 16, you better start acting like one and stop being immatured.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, anws look at you now. From an ugly duckling to ,err... , a 'beautiful' girl. what a change. but actually you dont look different at all.&lt;br /&gt;You look like the girl i used to know in primary 5 with curly hair that used to run around the garden in school with your hands in the air and screaming. haha! So cute, &lt;s&gt;not.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what wesley said&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The irony of Jinrami! The mixture of Jin and Ram gives u eeee! says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a big child cos her bday is on children's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the birthday girl &amp; gab.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is what galissa said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Galissa feels 28 years old, instead of feeling 16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What the fk is wrong with you? Dont grow up too fast, step by step .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stooop nut. Hokay, I'll see you later at the top of that building, you know that one. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i hope you have the best day of your life. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then rock on! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/headbang.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/headbang.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115963562943817086?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115963562943817086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115963562943817086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-super-sweet-sixteen-galissa-seth.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115953941089543848</id><published>2006-09-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T07:30:53.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so predictable</title><content type='html'>You always seem to be there&lt;br /&gt;when im at the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; make me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i didnt realise that i left my wallet&lt;br /&gt;in the school library, what a stoop nut.( slaps head )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met steph at bedok inter then off to airport to study.surprisingly, i managed to close up my gaps for maths &amp;amp; a bit of biology.I feel &lt;em&gt;smart&lt;/em&gt; . ( insert nerd face ) HAHA left when the rest went for lunch cum dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Studied till evening then off to popular to get my long awaited photo album. Like finally, after ages, i have it. Gotta start but afterthe exams. ohoho, im getting all jumpy now. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,i started talking to my mother about stuff. Felt so clean after that.&amp;amp; she said stuff which i totaly agree! I cant believe she said those thing?yay,Love you mum. I know you dont read my blog, i think.but yeah you know.cheeese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115953941089543848?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115953941089543848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115953941089543848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-predictable.html' title='so predictable'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115952547090782909</id><published>2006-09-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T07:28:40.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the going gets though</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's one thing i want to say, so i'll be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were what i wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i gave what i gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not sorry i met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not sorry it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not sorry there's nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115952547090782909?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115952547090782909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115952547090782909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-going-gets-though.html' title='when the going gets though'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115924155090461663</id><published>2006-09-26T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T07:29:21.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to remember &amp; cherish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0066sdasdjklasjdkljasldkjaskdjaksjdlkajsldkjaslkdjaskljdlkhasdy%2089wus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0066sdasdjklasjdkljasldkjaskdjaksjdlkajsldkjaslkdjaskljdlkhasdy%2089wus.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;Samantha Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;Gabrielle Mae Regan .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the heart to heart talks we had .&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when we go mad.&lt;br /&gt;I miss taking retarded video of one another.&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing wierd stuff .&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with you .&lt;br /&gt;I miss singing the spice girls' songs loudly .&lt;br /&gt;I miss our ice cream trips .&lt;br /&gt;I miss primary school. ( so out of point ,hahah )&lt;br /&gt;I miss our late night chats .&lt;br /&gt;I miss annoying you .&lt;br /&gt;I miss taking funny photos .&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good old times.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115924155090461663?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115924155090461663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115924155090461663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-to-remember-cherish.html' title='A time to remember &amp; cherish'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115917784013282755</id><published>2006-09-25T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T03:52:52.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;mondays!&lt;br /&gt;Playing ' monkey' during Pe was non-stop laughter. &lt;s&gt;We&lt;/s&gt; Hilda is such a horrid person, hitting the ball right on rhoda's forehead &amp;the best part was, rhoda still didnt get the ball. shes soooo funny. left arnd 1240 for orals at KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mt Orals = screwed up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i kept saying "errrr" &amp;amp; "hmmm". But the questions were quite okayyy. Had another long walk from KC to home. another one of those time when i need to be alone. hahah/ but im not a sadist or a loner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, currently, my left ear is giving me &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt; shit-ass problems. First i had an infection on both sides and now my third ear hole is &lt;strong&gt;bloated&lt;/strong&gt;, yes B-L-O-A-T-E-D. its the ugliest thing ive ever seen &amp;amp; felt. well, ive gotten both my ears bloated before but this is even worst. :( i just feel like cutting it off and throwing it away. arghhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea how to get rid of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115917784013282755?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115917784013282755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115917784013282755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-mondays-playing-monkey-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115903433620062977</id><published>2006-09-23T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:00:41.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;tuition from 930-11am.&lt;br /&gt;bummed around.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 1.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 330.&lt;br /&gt;studied till 5.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 5till 730pm.&lt;br /&gt;out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;oh i &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a saturday eh? anws, 'N's are in a weeks time. i must, i must, i &lt;strong&gt;must study.&lt;/strong&gt; my prelims werent that good, all thanks to last minute studying. hokays, I'm looking forward to the 9th of Oct. I'll be free as a bird. HAHA. I already have a list of what im going to do and get. &lt;strong&gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, I cannot wait! But as for now, i've got to focus on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;no more watching television&lt;br /&gt;no more coming online.&lt;br /&gt;no more online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;no more sleeping/naps.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;more studying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for me to bury myself with biology notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115903433620062977?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115903433620062977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115903433620062977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/woke-up-at-9am.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115884394492037842</id><published>2006-09-21T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T06:19:52.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilda Rhoda &amp; Eslynn killing us with their high pitched screams.&lt;br /&gt;they would scream their sentence out instead of talking normally like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;And Hilda chasing Sherie , Vic &amp;amp; Daphne with a broom around the corridor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, i tellyou. Couldnt stop laughing :) HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;my hand were so weak that i was unable to contiue writing my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have the &lt;s&gt;weirdest&lt;/s&gt; coolest friends ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, met Sam for dinner &amp;amp; to study at Macs, again. Managed to complete one paper but there is still moreee. Ive been getting tons of papers especially literature. Im so lazy to do them.Hate it hate it hate it.&lt;br /&gt;OMGGAWD,&lt;em&gt; 10 more days till N levels. &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115884394492037842?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115884394492037842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115884394492037842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/highlight-of-day-hilda-rhoda-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115849998959426777</id><published>2006-09-17T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T06:43:32.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp; we lived happily ever after. the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, enjoyed my weekend :) out with sam! hooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met David &amp;amp; Matthew for a game of pool. Surprisingly, i won sam. Haha, but it was all luck. Dont worry sam, your day will come when you beat us all. :_ Kfc again and they seriously have the weirdest people there. This chubby girl with round glasses couldnt stop looking at us and knowing me, i couldnt stop laughing. walked arnd for badges, but could not find. town has the best! the guys left then we left too. Was soo tired that i slept super early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mass with sam then headed to parkway for lunch. Cabbed dwn cos it was HOT &amp; the bus took damn long. Didnt do much tho, fruits &amp;amp; Macs for lunch. Then matthew met for a while then walked to the bus stop. saw this cyber-cafe so we decided to use it. HAHA! we were bored , okay. ( dont laugh )Oh yeah, there was this school girl having her own picnic in macs. She had a bottle of F&amp;N with a bag full of junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the pics :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0340.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0340.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; America's next top model. baaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0358.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0358.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0337.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picnic girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115849998959426777?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115849998959426777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115849998959426777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/macs-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115833210412917225</id><published>2006-09-15T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:06:44.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/asdkasjldkjaskdjaskldjlkas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/asdkasjldkjaskdjaskldjlkas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish you would say this and really mean it,&lt;br /&gt;but after what i saw today&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll take it back and reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel invisble, you looked right through you.&lt;br /&gt;you pretend that theres nothing going on but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reality check&lt;/strong&gt; there is. if you really dont want our/my friendship&lt;br /&gt;just tell us straight to our face since your tired or what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;and i really thought you treasured us. bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;you only know how to talk the talk but not walk the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel i dont make a difference,&lt;br /&gt;im just another face in the group.&lt;br /&gt;even people are talking about it&lt;br /&gt;and telling me they never suspected this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i knew it would, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously think that if you really dont want,&lt;br /&gt;you can just stop and end this whole problem.&lt;br /&gt;no one is stopping you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115833210412917225?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115833210412917225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115833210412917225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/ill-be-there-for-you-these-five-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115824746112540732</id><published>2006-09-14T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:11:15.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if only.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fake a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115824746112540732?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115824746112540732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115824746112540732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115813526600142826</id><published>2006-09-13T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:29:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/feelings_by_SwallowYourPride.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/feelings_by_SwallowYourPride.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided t walk home from school eventho it was freakin' hot and that had two blisters on my foot &amp; ______. stopped by to get my lunch then&lt;br /&gt;took the longest route home and it only took me 45 mins haha. It was nice walking back, should do it often. save my bus money. hahah. didnt know i stayed that near. oh wells, ive work to do so, im off to study and finish my work.goodbye mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hellloooooo! what were you thinking?&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/20651062-115813526600142826?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115813526600142826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115813526600142826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/decided-t-walk-home-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115805529911409677</id><published>2006-09-12T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T03:15:06.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/Picture12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mooodyy &lt;s&gt;not angry&lt;/s&gt; the whole day. :/ Getting back our papers made it worst. so dissapointed with maths ,especially. i could have done way better , )!&amp;$*%)#*^@  Went straight home for tuition to find out that he cant make it at all. :S Now theres nothing to do but watch tv and stone but i could study since Ns are like coming. but im too tired, need some motivation.helpppp me! hokay, bought junk food to entertain myself, accomponied with a movie.Lately, I've been drowning myself with junk.I've got to get my body in shape before its too late, so anyone up for jogging tonight? ring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ns are like 3 weeks away and im not even panicking. gawd. i need a wake up call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115805529911409677?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115805529911409677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115805529911409677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-mooodyy-not-angry-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115798011376334651</id><published>2006-09-11T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T06:14:59.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid Msn. i've been trying to sign in since 6, they are mean i tell you &amp;bcos of that ive got nothing to do but blog and edit photos. bo-rrriinnng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tampines with victoria &amp;amp; sam. it was suppose to be our ice cream date but it turned out to be long johns silver. haha. Sam got me My Little Pony! ima &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy goober&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt; so now ive got 2. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;looove yew&lt;/span&gt; sammie wammie. HAHA. walked arnd, sam &amp; i went mad over the badges. we practically ransacked the whole tray &amp;amp; only got 9.planning to get moreee tho. badge freaks. more window shopping then it was time to go home. bought bubble tea cos ive not had it since sec 1 and i had a major frozen brain after. concludes why i havent been buying it. hahah. so now im munching on my milk chocolate buttons, my sister bought for me yesterday. awww man, she does care about me. whats life without chocolate?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay,i'll give you a re-cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaslyns party it was. Everything was soo fab and complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having great company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking 10 shots on timer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dancing in the dark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; freezing when there was light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drinking vodka with green tea ( i know, weird match)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to watching the powerpuff girls &amp;amp; mickey mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;it was one of the best sweet sixteen parties ever! I'm looking forward to more. :))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115798011376334651?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115798011376334651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115798011376334651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupid-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115771467840756514</id><published>2006-09-08T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T07:54:25.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/lauras%20madness.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/lauras%20madness.png" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun running around my garden and getting soaked in the rain but it was only for awhile before my mother shouted at me.grrrrrr! you, you spoiler. spent my day having tuition with an empty stomach. bus-ed dwn to siglap alone to have a nice zinger meal, it was nice having quality time alone away from everything. its been such a loong loong loonng time. ima loonerrr. hokay david, i'll call you next time when im having a Kfc meal. ok-ayy? :) ZINNNGERRRR. well once again, im planning to stay up all night doing nothing but munch on teddy biscuits and watching television. its time to de-stress myself from all these &lt;s&gt;shitass &lt;/s&gt;things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello teddy biscuit, your lovely. :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think ive been having mood swings these past few days. i think &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; is coming. anws i should be happy that i've got friends &amp;i think i shouldn't take them for granted eventhough deep under i feel @%$*(@#&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;$#&amp;*@;^#*(&amp;amp;. hahah yeah! &lt;strong&gt;you the bomb.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;vic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;vic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;vic&lt;/span&gt; incast -_-/ :) baaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115771467840756514?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115771467840756514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115771467840756514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-had-fun-running-around-my-garden-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115769221341003783</id><published>2006-09-08T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T05:06:45.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stayed up all night, couldnt sleep at all. munched on teddy biscuit and ice cream all night while watching &lt;strong&gt;now &amp; then&lt;/strong&gt;. i envy that show alot, if you actually know me inside out. got only 2 hrs of sleep before my mother came and woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;only struck me after an event. jealous&amp;amp; im guilty. sat down and thought things thru &amp; noticed some trends. &lt;strong&gt;history is repeating itself,&lt;/strong&gt; and i thought we were matured young people knowing whats right and wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;: ( is there something wrong with me? is it a race thing? or is it that im not fun to hang out with, im not saying i am but is there something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know im acting childish but if you dont know me well enough. friends are very important to me. yupp :/ so 2 down and im guessing im next. &lt;strong&gt;Fck Life&lt;/strong&gt;.i'm glad i've got other friends to cheer me up, i hope. :) &amp;amp; im actually tearing typing this shit out. &lt;em&gt;cry me a river &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan seems to know everything. they seem to know how im actually feeling now. So cool, it explain why ima simple plan fan. &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/20651062-115769221341003783?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115769221341003783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115769221341003783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/stayed-up-all-night-couldnt-sleep-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115764602097505571</id><published>2006-09-08T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T05:08:09.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;theres always cliques in cliques &amp; people you're closer to.&lt;br /&gt;but to me i find that theres no one i can really relate to.&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i know there are but it doesnt feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;it only last for a second &amp;amp; poof its gone.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like left out in a way, or how i would say &lt;strong&gt;Outcast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im not blamming you, i think. Its ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115764602097505571?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115764602097505571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115764602097505571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-always-cliques-in-cliques-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115763647067882350</id><published>2006-09-07T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:45:54.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC05722.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/DSC05722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0134.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria &amp; I seem to have something going on. HAHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7september= b-orrrinnng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;stuff i did today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;television&lt;br /&gt;computer&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, i'm talking to my girls &amp;amp; one of them is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk &amp; talking shiit. plus she has an exam tmr. take care lars.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry couldn't go out, you see its my fathers birthdayyy./ yupppers&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i ate most of chocolate my mum baked topped with colourful sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel all the pimples preparing to pop out of my face. arghhh but its the bomb lar. Anws, the holidays are ending &amp;amp; ive still yet to finish my homework. Kill Me! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long lived the king&lt;br /&gt;okay, that was so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115763647067882350?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115763647067882350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115763647067882350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/victoria-ive-still-yet-to-finish-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115755959492980134</id><published>2006-09-06T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:45:07.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>greetings 16! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC05670%20for%20hilda%20leeeeeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/DSC05670%20for%20hilda%20leeeeeeeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Swensense it was.It felt so complete.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Daphy said that place reminded me of my birthday&lt;br /&gt;Hah.We even took a group picture at the same place. Hoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;I pity daphy for that awful memory. Salt in her water. X)&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, fries &amp;choc chip summit was superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping &amp;amp; ear piercings.Ohohohoh,I was this close to getting my top ear pierced.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH! that day will eventually come, it better. Had to rush home b'cos of my mother. -_- she got pretty upset of me going out so much. &lt;i&gt;Mothers mothers mothers.&lt;/i&gt; sighhh. Didnt catch "Little Man" so brought my brother to play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;I swear girls are better at soccer then boys. Janice &amp;amp; I scored 3 goals. HOOO! i feel proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happpy 16th Birthday, Hilly. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115755959492980134?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115755959492980134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115755959492980134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/greetings-16-swensense-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115747465500865620</id><published>2006-09-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T05:26:58.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its such a beautiful night so lets all jump around in our birthday suits &amp; scream at the top of our lungs to wake up the neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;yay! :) why? Cause ill never have to touch another social studies book again! &lt;strong&gt;I QUIT SOCIAL STUDIES.&lt;/strong&gt; wahaha, it feels soo good to say that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy its finally over, no more late night studying for the meanwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;this week is fully packed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : tuition &amp;amp; something (secret)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : Movie Date with Gab/Joys/Gal&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Dad's Birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Dinner at Aunts&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my birthday was today. :D Hahah, rather random, or not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed coss ive got alot of holiday homework. Teachers can sometimes be so unreasonable. 5 essays?! Horrible creatures that should be kept in a jar and thrown into sea.&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, i better start and stop grumbling about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0031.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0031.0.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Happy Sixteenth, Ms Hilda Lee Xin Jie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115747465500865620?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115747465500865620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115747465500865620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-such-beautiful-night-so-lets-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115700763293731695</id><published>2006-08-31T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:06:02.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Picture2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/Picture2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Super&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; Sixteeen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enjoy your day &amp; ill see you in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NC16 movies are your friends now : )&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/20651062-115700763293731695?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115700763293731695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115700763293731695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-happy-happy-super-sweet-sixteeen.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115695539787686012</id><published>2006-08-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:32:46.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;being caught in the rain this evening was the best thing ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying not to fall down and embarrase myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to just standing still to let the rain fall down my cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohohoh, &amp; the best part was it was raining so heavily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only i wasnt alone, then we could run &amp;amp;play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our time away in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAAAA, freakin' funnn. i want singapore to rain more more &amp;amp; many more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i can play all day in the rain and hopefully dont get sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f.y.i.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle's Birthday is tmr.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, dont forget to wishher horrr. Hahah : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115695539787686012?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115695539787686012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115695539787686012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/being-caught-in-rain-this-evening-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115685285765083088</id><published>2006-08-29T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T05:12:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive seriously got nothing to blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is such wasted entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, im done &amp; i feel like having a bar of chocolate now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was thinking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;CRUNCH &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CRUNCH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CRUCNH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crunch = Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chocolate = Happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy = Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i guess , i'm off to the shop to make myself happpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its a happy day for me&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/20651062-115685285765083088?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115685285765083088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115685285765083088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-seriously-got-nothing-to-blogthis.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115651666439571444</id><published>2006-08-25T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:37:44.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gab! I cant wait for tomorrow to come. HAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet my life that you cant wait toooooo. OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some awesomeshiiiit man. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115651666439571444?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115651666439571444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115651666439571444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/gab-i-cant-wait-for-tomorrow-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115643783757854911</id><published>2006-08-24T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:43:57.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My favourite way of going sleep/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle up under your blanket,&lt;br /&gt;while eating fruit loops according to the colours.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;drinking from the yellow-ish wine bottle&lt;br /&gt;and of course playing songs from the 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; before you know it,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes will get to close&lt;br /&gt;and im off to lalalala land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now its time. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115643783757854911?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115643783757854911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115643783757854911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-favourite-way-of-going-sleep-cuddle.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115643297801122034</id><published>2006-08-24T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:22:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dance To The Beat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;1. what do you do when you're mad? I'll scream and destroy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. what's the worst thing you've done when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;3. ever made anyone cry when you were mad? I hope not. yikes :/&lt;br /&gt;4. ever physically hurt someone when you were mad ? Nope/&lt;br /&gt;5. do you curse when you're mad? yess, like duh who doesnt?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crying Section*&lt;br /&gt;1. last time you cried your heart out ?Sometime back.&lt;br /&gt;2. ever cried yourself to sleep? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;3. ever cried on your friend's shoulder? Yupps :D&lt;br /&gt;4. do you cry when you get an injury? crocodiles tears. Haha&lt;br /&gt;5. do certain songs make you cry? Yessss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pain Section*.&lt;br /&gt;1. what's the worst thing you've done to somebodyelse? Errr, dont really rmb these kinda things. Heh&lt;br /&gt;2. how depressed can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Section*&lt;br /&gt;1. how much do u smile?Most of the time. :DDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;2. what can make you happy? Haha, Make a wild guess.&lt;br /&gt;3. do you wish you were happier? Yeah, sometime. Currently, nope.&lt;br /&gt;4. what about being with your friends, does thatmake u happy? SUPER, make my heart skip a beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Love Section*.&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever loved someone somuch, that you'd die for them? Nope, never will.&lt;br /&gt;2. did you ever love a person, and tell him/her thatyou love him/her? yes, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;3. have you loved someone so much, itmade you cry? hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;4. has anyone besides your friends and family eversaid 'i love you' to you? Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hate Section*&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever hated any one that broke yourheart? Dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;2. do you hate Bush? what? so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Self-Esteem Section*&lt;br /&gt;1. is your self-esteem extremely low?Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;2. do you believe in yourself?Not really.&lt;br /&gt;3. what do you say when people say they thinkyou are good looking/pretty? oh thanks, you look good too!  :)&lt;br /&gt;4. are you one of those idiots that think they are ugly, dumb, and fat? Yeah, someone. why am i one?!&lt;br /&gt;5. ever wanted to kill yourself cuz youthought you weren't good enough? haha, yea a few time actually.&lt;br /&gt;6. are you happy with who you are? so so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115643297801122034?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115643297801122034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115643297801122034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/dance-to-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115625920304399369</id><published>2006-08-22T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:06:43.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SLEEPY AND IM GOING OFF TO BED,&lt;br /&gt;so i guess everything is in point form? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;schoool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;failed my social studies prelim, total bummer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jogged for 2 hrs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slacked at gabrielles house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played with fire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched ' Life as you know it'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope tomorrow will be a better day for all of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115625920304399369?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115625920304399369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115625920304399369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sleepy-and-im-going-off-to-bed-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115617456359071516</id><published>2006-08-21T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:19:11.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omgggg. I say its a happy day today, i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;School was awesomeshit! Didnt really do much tho'&lt;br /&gt;Aces Practice which kinda suck, i prefer last year. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;cos i was in it. -laughs&lt;br /&gt;Got back our Bio Mcq/ did myself proud. (pats head ,back and butt.&lt;br /&gt;a great improvement.) :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohoh! had 1 hr free period of Mt so headed dwn to the library with&lt;br /&gt;the tamil girls&amp; O level chinese girls.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think veronice tay is mad.&lt;br /&gt;She started singing all sorts of songs from Star are Blind to High School Musical &amp;amp; her hand movements are hilarious. Ahahahha :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, anyway im super happy i asked dad to fix the computer.&lt;br /&gt;cos like finally, ive got my internet excess in my own room&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my computer is working.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia! :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogspot, is acting weird no me. everything is in bloody chinese&amp;amp; the best part is&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know the language. someone help me, pleaseee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115617456359071516?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115617456359071516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115617456359071516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/omgggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115607565934413848</id><published>2006-08-20T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:21:01.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you shake it ,&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen an ass like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shake funny!&lt;br /&gt;that you make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAH :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you people cos you make me a happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115607565934413848?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115607565934413848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115607565934413848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/way-you-shake-it-i-cant-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115596069810529902</id><published>2006-08-18T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T04:34:31.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lunch was complete &amp; i &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;loved&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it very very muchh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last Day of Prelims, yayayies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Complete Set - vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Met Deb&amp;amp; Sherie late, &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daphne's secret love for a guy on the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sherie hots for ang-moh guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tara &amp; her Family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;New York New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Photos&amp;amp; Videos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laughing at ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Free Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Toilet Trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Window Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Candy Empire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4 Million Smile? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Amanda &amp; her wallpaper girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plaits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Low-cut tops&amp;amp; Men. tssk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;photos+good company = heavensent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I enjoyed my day, how about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115596069810529902?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115596069810529902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115596069810529902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/lunch-was-complete-men.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115573710507256514</id><published>2006-08-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T07:14:47.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/32890491835456l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/32890491835456l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that my eyes are freaking SMALLL! Omg, I thought my eyes were bigger and more visible. HAHA. or maybe i have big beautiful eyes but i just squint them when taking photos. Ohohoh, someone tell me tell me :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town with my dearest at 11am. yes, 11am. cos our paper finished at 930 + the dumb bus took freakin' long. grrrr. okay, anws shes a lucky piece of shit. She didnt go to school lar/ So not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Walked from Heeren to Wisma to Far east. almost died after reaching far east so bought our favv. drink, MANGO smoothie! yummmmms. Bought hair stuff &amp; new pair f jeans. yayayayyay, but i can only collect it on sat.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = SHOPPPPPING!&lt;br /&gt;so cant wait. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBBYEBYEBYBYEBYEBYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115573710507256514?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115573710507256514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115573710507256514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-noticed-that-my-eyes-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115514320004814737</id><published>2006-08-09T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:00:56.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can see, its 1249 and im not in bed. Ive got tuition later at 930. How the hell am i suppose to wake up. dammmiittt. well listening to music like Backstreet Boys&amp; Westlife doesnt seem to help me sleep&amp;amp; at the moment, no one is talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;superb great. Bored &amp; Lonely. Someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like blogspot is my only companion right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let you knw a little more about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Take note, okay.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things i &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cam-whoring ( who doesnt? )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having late night chats till 7am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating ice-cream on rainy days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing in the rain &amp;amp; getting all wet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking long rides on the bus with gab&amp; gal :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing aloud. &lt;em&gt;an empty street ,an empty heart, a whole inside my heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collecting sticky tape with characters on 'em&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going mad&amp;amp; doing silly things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing infront of the mirror. Haha, dont laugh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drawing on my body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;so you think im wierd? think twice, you might be worst. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115514320004814737?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115514320004814737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115514320004814737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-you-can-see-its-1249-and-im-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115504731148630397</id><published>2006-08-08T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:28:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My ex&lt;/strong&gt; - Ah, lets not go there. Hees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I should&lt;/strong&gt; - continue taking pictures and stop chatting online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; - my familiee&amp;fwrenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont understand&lt;/strong&gt; - why sky is blue, why ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lose&lt;/strong&gt; - my cool very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People say&lt;/strong&gt; -  i have a big nose! Rahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere, someone -&lt;/strong&gt; is thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I will always love you&lt;/strong&gt;" - a wise man onced said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever&lt;/strong&gt; - 21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never want&lt;/strong&gt; - to lose whatever i have, except my fats. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I wake up in the morning&lt;/strong&gt; - i check my phone for messages/missed calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My past was&lt;/strong&gt; - just now, wanna know about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed when&lt;/strong&gt; - people constantly do things i hate. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parties are for&lt;/strong&gt; - cool people like ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dog is&lt;/strong&gt; - never moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cat is&lt;/strong&gt; - in the vet, waiting for me to get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kisses are best when&lt;/strong&gt; - its sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tommorow is&lt;/strong&gt; - National day = Holiday. yayies :))) celebrate good times c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really want&lt;/strong&gt; - something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115504731148630397?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115504731148630397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115504731148630397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-ex-ah-lets-not-go-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115503145023209176</id><published>2006-08-08T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T03:12:51.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Picture1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sports day was fabb, but i prefer the previous years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as there were track event. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Participated in Human wheel which was rather dumb &amp; Gladiatress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Gladiatress is fun, with a capital F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretended Feebie was someone else. ( guess who, guess who!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RAHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but sadly, didnt win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparently i touch it&amp;amp; yupp, got disqualified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrrr. but i had funnn! :)))))) more more more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, didnt get any medals this year but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our class came in 2nd for SAC cup. Yayies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got our very own Ronaldo,Cassandra Ding. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shes our very own star player, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she can really kick the ball okay. Damn Aggresive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yar.. Magdelena made history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since &lt;s&gt;god knows when&lt;/s&gt; they have been coming in last but not this year. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( I think it was us, as i was from magdelena, that made it suck ) Hahah. Like riggght?! whateverr.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully, next year it will be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115503145023209176?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115503145023209176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115503145023209176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/sports-day-was-fabb-but-i-prefer.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115485487807278102</id><published>2006-08-06T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:58:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s91vCxmF_2M" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;i likeeee this video/song. :)&lt;br /&gt;I rmb how i use to run to my living room after school , switch on the tv and play it. hees :D i would repeat the song over and over till god knows when &amp; i would dance to it and maybe sing along too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C'mon tell me how adorable i was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" He's soooooo sweeeeeeeeeet! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115485487807278102?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115485487807278102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115485487807278102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115479328088007077</id><published>2006-08-05T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:01:57.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/m3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/m3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Copy%20(1)%20of%20IMG_0243.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/Copy%20%281%29%20of%20IMG_0243.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is especially for my dearest &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gabbeh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you so much. It feels like i haven't seen you for eons&amp; thats bad.&lt;br /&gt;Bcos its like a 15 mins walk from my house. BAAA.Its sad how we go to different schools now&amp;amp; have diff plans everyday. but (yeah, a good but ) i shall make it the effort to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my hot and sexaye &lt;s&gt;mama&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;once a week. okay, dude? Hahahah :) nways,it was supper nice hearing her &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh-so-sexaye&lt;/span&gt; voice that day. It made my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; skip a beat. HAH (righht-o) :D We've got to meet soon , if you notice, i havent got a recent picture of you. hahah Soo.... since this tuesday we all finish early, we have to hang out and go crazy like we usually do. the 3 peanuts : gabrielle galissa &amp;amp; of course me ( like duh.) heess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dont forget to bring your handy dandy camera and my letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;peace out sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet your smiling away and thinking what a wonderful friend i am&lt;br /&gt;to post about you, righhhtt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115479328088007077?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115479328088007077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115479328088007077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-post-is-especially-for-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115478821124785138</id><published>2006-08-05T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:17:16.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbyesweetheartitstimetogo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Band concert was alriight. :) it was really pack at first then slowly faded.&lt;br /&gt;It got boring after sometime&amp; we got bored too. So......we took a walk and treated ourselves to some delicious ice-cream. Hahahah well, it was the only thing that could make us happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;nways, after every band performed we headed dwn to parkway. Mariko&amp;amp; Sam joined us halfway. It was nice having more company. then we suspected some people were stalking us plus they were calling our name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;super scary that we started walking faster &amp;amp; faster.&lt;br /&gt;dinner at Burger King was filling. I've gotten addicted to that place. BAAAA_ Walked arnd parkway , mariko bought stuff then headead home. oh wells, thats all ive got to say.&lt;br /&gt;so long till next time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115478821124785138?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115478821124785138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115478821124785138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbyesweetheartitstimetogo.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115419518990027237</id><published>2006-07-29T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:16:06.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i wonder what people think&lt;br /&gt;&amp; what goes on in their mind.&lt;br /&gt;B'cos it could be total opposite of what the other is thinking. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;youth mass is getting from bad to worst. the crowd is fading &amp;amp; it getting boring each month. -_- but i still go for it. HAHA dont ask why tho'. :) Personal thing? yeahhhh.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; SAM SAW HER LONG LOST FRIEND, JOSEPH. It made her smile from ear to ear. :))))))&lt;/span&gt; getting all excited &amp; cheerful. (I'm just kidding, babe)&lt;br /&gt;Left for Janice's birthday partty! Usual stuff, they drank &amp;amp;got high. Its fun seeing people go high. HAHA! wesley barely drank and he started singing church songs. BAAAA_ super hilarious. On the other hand, Tash was gone. she could not even stand properly. Haiy, this is why it isnt good for youngsters . -laughs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Theres always alcohol at janice's parties 'n' some day, i shall drink my very first alcohol drink. hahahahha. ( keep on dreaming )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115419518990027237?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115419518990027237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115419518990027237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-wonder-what-people-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115415612768371461</id><published>2006-07-28T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:55:27.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How do you hold someone you've not met?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no freaking idea how much im love looking forward to the weekends ! Theres always something exciting happenin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our movie date last night with the three &lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;s ( daphne, debrah &amp; der ). It was fantastic !&lt;br /&gt;Great company/Popcorn/Movie/Camera/Laughter/Starbucks/&lt;br /&gt;what else could i ask for? Its alwys fun when their around but ( yeh, a but. ) sadly not the whole clique could make it. :/&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great that no words could describe it. I just want to watch it again and maybe get the dvd when its out ! i soo have to get it :D any takers?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was with thier girlfriends or boyfriends,except us. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;there was this couple beside be doing 'stuff' . Oh, im just disgusted by 'em . grrr. c'mon get a room, pleasse. Deb left for church soon after, then we headed dwn to starbucks. Ooooo its become an addiction for 'em, not for me. :)) took photos&amp;amp; goof-ed arnd then i left for the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner then sent my father off to Germany. Hes super lucky, always going overseas but for work. I wanna be just like him. :D travel overseas but not for work. My first stop will be LA for thier DisneyLand. :))))))) Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115415612768371461?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115415612768371461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115415612768371461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-do-you-hold-someone-youve-not-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115400918842351047</id><published>2006-07-27T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T07:08:58.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I wonder if i talk my sleep?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to blog about everything, so ill put it all in point form. yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got hit 3 times by Hilda Lee. ( &amp; it still hurts :/ )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;accounts mock exam, which didnt seeem like an exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;goofed arnd with debs daphne &amp;amp; amanda. sang oldies , talk about certain teachers and about days in secondary school. freaking funnny -laughs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dined at the prata shop, the prata sucks totallly. Firstly, it tastes yucky &amp; who puts onions in cheeese prata &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%^*%"&gt;!@#$%^*%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a special gift from my dearest debbs. thanks love! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bus-ed home with daphne &amp;amp; ran home quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched singapore idol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; now im here doing this and talking to my girls about tmrs movie date. yayies! :D i just hope my mother allows, as ive got to see my dad off &amp;amp; celebrate my little brothers 6th birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;byees, lovelovelovelovelove! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115400918842351047?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115400918842351047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115400918842351047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wonder-if-i-talk-my-sleep-im-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115382602405727170</id><published>2006-07-25T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T04:22:50.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are in 9 days. Im soo stressed out.My weekends are filled with stuff. one tuition after another.Kill Me ( bt somehow its helping )school hasnt been any better. Theres so many things to catch up with.I really regretted not studying hard in sec 3. Haha.&lt;s&gt;All of us &lt;/s&gt; I thought it was the Honeymoon period. But it isnt.-_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wells, ive got to pay the price &amp; on top of that, im sick.Runny nose, sore eyes, a migrane and a stomach ache. how nice (?!)  I just hope to give school a miss tmr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws,lunched opposite with sam&amp; gal. Did my hw at the coffee shop. Haha i knw, wth!  talked &amp; took photos. ( whats new ) then she met her friend. Arnd 445, rushed home for tuition at 5. took a cab back for tuition. Was just in time, didnt even have time to change.I bet he was suffering from the bad smell. Rarr . But he was kind enough t end it like 1hr earlier bcos i was dozing away. hahah :))) Omg,i think i should get him something nice. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. enough talk, im gonna sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYYYYYYESSS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115382602405727170?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115382602405727170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115382602405727170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/prelims-are-in-9-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115374493165192092</id><published>2006-07-24T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T07:02:14.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/Gab%20Gal%20Lau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/400/Gab%20Gal%20Lau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the 2peanuts:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my  2 primary school buddies, which i grew up with. Hah&lt;br /&gt;eventho' we became closer only in secondary. My sleepover bitach, My church buddies, My cam-whore partners, My outing buddies&amp; of course MY BESTBUDDEH. Hah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i didnt forget the clique.( Pie Family ) like duh, how could i.I practically see them almost everyday. Indeed they have always made my day extra retarded/funny.By doing silly things. Like, singing songs to doing retarded things. :)Oh know what? You're like the air i breathe &amp;amp; the honey dew i eat everyday. Hah without them, i wouldnt be able to survive. (: soo yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I;ve such great friends,seriously. (:Hah! They are always there for you&amp; never fails to brighten up my daywith their retarded ways.&lt;br /&gt;Buying chocolates to make my day, Lending a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear &amp;amp; many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all are LOVED, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you more then my fruit loops, better be honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is getting soo emotional. I thnk im going to cry. hees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115374493165192092?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115374493165192092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115374493165192092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/2peanuts-my-2-primary-school-buddies.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115364172512175016</id><published>2006-07-23T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T08:07:05.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boring Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Didnt do much today. I'm too lazy to elaborate, so yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Church : saw 845 am guy, Haha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Tea at Swiss Bakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Grandparents hse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;what a boring sunday, this is our daily routine on sunday. nothing else happens besides this. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum presented me with an ariel towel. Lately, she has been getting shit from us, bet she like understress. ( I know she wont see this but )Im sorry mum, i love you larhz &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since dinner on friday was fab!i shall post some pictures from dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Had maths mock exam, it was pretty tough.didnt attempt the last 2 question. Witnessed a cat fight outside class straight after. I've got nothing to say, justhope they resolve the prob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anws, waited for galissa then went home. Got ready for tuitionbut i was still late. -laughs Oh-wells, tuition was fun. Laughed&amp; joked arnd.I somewhat agree with mrs chia that im dyslexic (sp?).I always put an extra '0'or short by 1 '0' in my accs. &lt;s&gt;fck shit.&lt;/s&gt;  I need to see a doctor. Help!?! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dined at bedok market with Vic, Mia&amp; Stephanie. Dinner was great, was full after.Vic totally embarrassed herself, she thought this guy was working there. so she waved to him, trying to get his attention. He just gave her a funny look. hahahs  -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i seriously have no comments. Haha, it was hilarious. we couldnt stop turning around and laughing at vic.HAHA! when they left, saw sam with her friends opposite. chatted for a while then dad came. Overall, my day was effing fantastic. ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;I really need a day out with my two 'G' Babes. Miss gab, havent seen her since confirmation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I cant believe Gayle is out, Jay should be kicked out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115364172512175016?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115364172512175016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115364172512175016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring-sunday-didnt-do-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115323360274066347</id><published>2006-07-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T07:40:02.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a tuesday night &amp; there isnt any nice shows to catch besides OC.&lt;br /&gt;So i thought of doing a quiz since im done with my studying and homework. :D got this quiz off Kaylenes blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the phone brand?&lt;br /&gt;Samsung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What are the last 3 digits of your mobile number?&lt;br /&gt;792&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Call me now, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Who's the first person who comes up under theletter M?&lt;br /&gt;Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who's the last person you rang?&lt;br /&gt;Galissa Seth, that Hot Babe. Laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;Anton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under D?&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your orals. You can do it. Just be weird :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Who comes up under J?&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn, Jananie, Janice , Jan  , Jayne, Jerica ,Jillian, John, Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Go to your Sent Items - what does the 5th message say?&lt;br /&gt;''Im downstairs, where are you? ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Who's the 4th person who comes up under S?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Desouza, mycousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who's your network provider?&lt;br /&gt;M1 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) How many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;22 msges, i loves msg. send me one Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you have as your background?&lt;br /&gt;Ariel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under R?&lt;br /&gt;Rhoda Tye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If you're on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?&lt;br /&gt;huh?! ive havent got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who's the first person who comes up under C?&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Ding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) How many bars of signal,do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;2&amp; its decreasing. nooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What do you have as your main ringtone?:&lt;br /&gt;Ring, ring. all the rest suck. seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115323360274066347?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115323360274066347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115323360274066347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-tuesday-night-there-isnt-any-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115313856981214623</id><published>2006-07-17T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T05:53:45.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;today was fabulous! Pe was great and so were the rest of the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Malay is getting nicer and nicer. Cikgu gave us super nap, 20 mins. marvelous! love her lars. Cme &amp; Pc was dumb, did nothing but stone. Mondays seem to be the best day out of the week besides the weekends. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the only highlight of the day was when,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sherie shouted "BOOOM!" and debrah &amp;amp; I started singing " Home On The Range" with dumb actions and all of these things happened infront of Mr Chan. super embarrasing and hilarious. Hahaha. a moment i wont forget! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115313856981214623?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115313856981214623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115313856981214623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-fabulous-pe-was-great-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115306151053870347</id><published>2006-07-16T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T08:05:05.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at last the day has come, everyone was dressed in their white outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; they all look sexy&amp;amp; hot! Hahah :) was in church at 2 with my dad ,since hes anton's godfather. waited for gabbie then we had to stand till 3. I got so restless.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt stop moving, i looked like i needed to go to the ladies. -_- started entertaning gab by singing her butter song. pure madness.&lt;br /&gt;we had to parade down to our seat, oh it was funny. couldnt stop laughing to myself, gosh :/&lt;br /&gt;Mass was longer then usual. almost 2 hrs? dont really know.&lt;br /&gt;But after mass was havoc, the church was fully pack. couldnt find any of my friends. i could only see debs ( you should know why ) Ans, took picture &amp; more. Received flowers &amp;amp; presents :D Was soo happy when i saw my friends. My heart skipped a beat, okay! Hahah&lt;br /&gt;Now, im free from cathecism and to do whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne's confirmation was yesterday&amp; she looked freakin' hot. winks*&lt;br /&gt;now, its all over&amp;amp; done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, tmrs there school and i dont feel like going but its only till 12 cos of 'O' level listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my girls for making an effort to come down&lt;br /&gt;&amp; see me in my &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt; white dress. haha&lt;br /&gt;oh, i so love you all lars.&lt;br /&gt;you biatches made my day (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the presents &amp;amp; wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pictures will be up soon,i promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115306151053870347?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115306151053870347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115306151053870347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-last-day-has-come-everyone-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115292519756028591</id><published>2006-07-15T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:06:08.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The weekends are here! yayies :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past week in school have been exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From talking to jaclyn about girl stuff, not paying attention during physics lesson, having coco crunch &amp; button biscuits for recess, taking many many photos &amp;amp; having long bus rides down to parkway with galissa. :) oh the fun i had. heees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;moremore&lt;strong&gt;moree&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night, ton &amp; i had some cousin bonding since my plans were cancel/spoilt. took a long bus ride to marina square. went shopping, ,thank god, most shops was on sale &amp;i had the discount card. ( thanks jaclyn! &lt;3&gt;  anton bought many badges and plans to put it all on his bag, pure madness. hahahahahahahahhahax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ans, had dinner then decided to meet gabrille since she was at Baybeats. Then off to the Mrt station where gabrille went mad, she started buttering us. shes one mad women, its true gab ! :D hahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but your still my friend, dont worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well, im off for maths tuition in a while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then in the evening gonna see my darling daphne &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in her pretty white outfit. Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Congrats on getting confirmed, babe! :) See you later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115292519756028591?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115292519756028591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115292519756028591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekends-are-here-yayies-past-week-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115286116549838168</id><published>2006-07-14T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:47:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC07714.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/DSC07714.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC07655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/DSC07655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A new group is formed! The Toilet Kakis :) Hahah&lt;br /&gt;Feat; Daphne Nicole Victoria &amp;amp; Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School = Moody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is going for the Dance performance tonight, except me.&lt;br /&gt;haha ( i think, trying to get tickets)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, im so not myself today someone make my day, please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May tomorrow, will be a better day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115286116549838168?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115286116549838168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115286116549838168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-group-is-formed-toilet-kakis-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115262319412648657</id><published>2006-07-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T07:34:55.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a dream last night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; I saw my grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg, it was scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its still scarying me. Ahhhhh! :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was nice seeing her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; we received our class commitee badges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yayies :D Im the sports vice-captain.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.its gold &amp;amp; looks like a hair-pin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is sooo coool, i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115262319412648657?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115262319412648657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115262319412648657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-dream-last-night-looks-like-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115242740998341974</id><published>2006-07-08T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:21:54.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;late nights at the park with my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot gossips &amp; going high on air&lt;br /&gt;laughing at people doing silly things &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking at people go &lt;u&gt;ga-ga&lt;/u&gt; over the opposite sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just super fun when they are around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they bring me such happiness. AHAH!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should go shopping one day with my nerdy friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think its the cooolest thing ever! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115242740998341974?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115242740998341974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115242740998341974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/late-nights-at-park-with-my-friendshot.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115227609496621718</id><published>2006-07-07T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:32:32.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh school was like fantastic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aahah, playing games like 'Who want to be a millionaire' &amp; ' Snakes&amp;amp;ladders' during malay lesson. oh so fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; i added a little bit of spice into galissa blog. Oh, she sooo gonna kill me when she finds out.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, thats what friends are for. too irritate them till then want to &lt;strong&gt;kill &lt;/strong&gt;you. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh i love you galissa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&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;i noticed ive been using 'oh' like 5 time. wth is wrong with me!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhoos, while everyone was making their way home arnd 12, we had to stay back for literature untill 12 which was a &lt;u&gt;killer!&lt;/u&gt; but we made it fun, vic &amp;amp; i singing were old songs from westlife to backstreet boys. Ahahah! :))) and i think we got daphne a lil bit irritated, sorry hunneh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just to add, Mr Chan was sweet enough to give us some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;biscuits to eat and which made me go high( dont ask why, ive been going high since forever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahah, okay not funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tmrs my sisssys bday. Hah&amp;amp; i have not gotten her present.&lt;br /&gt;any ideas?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115227609496621718?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115227609496621718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115227609496621718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-school-was-like-fantastic-aahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115219744150547214</id><published>2006-07-06T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:57:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAC had to be smart and have school tomorrow while other schools either have half day or better no school &amp; on top of that, all those under Mr Chan for literature has to stay back for literature class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how lucky can we get. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anws, stayed back with daphne debs &amp;amp; manda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; we surely did entertain ourselves. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking videos of us dancing to the beat of BUTTONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and other old school songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left for dinner to the prata shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked abt out primary school days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and our used-to-be best friends in primary sch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are our close friends now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cutte! :D Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only thing i rmb abt -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 .Debrah:&lt;/strong&gt; she and siew cheng being &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; good at zero-point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Amanda: &lt;/strong&gt;errr her &lt;s&gt;long long&lt;/s&gt; long hair?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Daphne: &lt;/strong&gt;no memories. sorry dear :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Hilda:&lt;/strong&gt; the girl who had her bus card in her hand at &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Samantha: &lt;/strong&gt;Haha, my pri 5&amp;amp; 6 best friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; your oh-so beautiful short hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Eslynn: &lt;/strong&gt;just like daphne, i didnt really know you till sec 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Rhoda:&lt;/strong&gt; same as eslynn and daphne. but i rmb you were in my class in pri 4. ( you were in P4 carnation, were you? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Sherie:&lt;/strong&gt; the girl sitting in front of class during maths with a fishy keychain on her bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Melody:&lt;/strong&gt; Only saw you once in the school. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Victoria :&lt;/strong&gt; as for you, i didnt even knew you existed.Hah im just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Votefor&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&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/20651062-115219744150547214?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115219744150547214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115219744150547214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/sac-had-to-be-smart-and-have-school_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115202232877974847</id><published>2006-07-04T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T04:16:42.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My oh-so-lovely conversation with my dearest Hilda Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she cracks me up the most. Hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivegot such straight teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thanks dude !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thnk i photoshop skills for your perfect str8 teeth are like FAB you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NO NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dot fight with me you A$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scared lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;later i shove something up your ass !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;please dont blame me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can post this conversation on your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there a post is done !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do that ocasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much relieved after the paper is over ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Negative Effect says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG AT MY BLOG !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, im soo scared. gonna pee in my panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, sexy lady says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115202232877974847?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115202232877974847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115202232877974847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-oh-so-lovely-conversation-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115192092145756045</id><published>2006-07-03T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T05:05:32.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happpy &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;Day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115192092145756045?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115192092145756045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115192092145756045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/happpy-youthday-everybody-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115183296801999169</id><published>2006-07-02T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T02:41:42.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never knew you would do such a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could you? Talking bad stuff behind my back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; twisting all those things i said and did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope your happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115183296801999169?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115183296801999169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115183296801999169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-never-knew-you-would-do-such-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115177745582257053</id><published>2006-07-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T02:34:09.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hilda insisted that i publish a photo of her, &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; since im super nice i shall post a video of her dancing! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;you can thank me later &lt;s&gt;Hilda Mary Lee&lt;/s&gt;. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: at one point, youve got to tilt your head to the left. Happy Watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ekzuf8tQTCw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115177745582257053?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115177745582257053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115177745582257053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/hilda-insisted-that-i-publish-photo-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115166546161273372</id><published>2006-06-30T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:28:07.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first week of school has been fun yet busy, ending school at 4 every single day except tuesday. getting piles of homework to do which i so hate it and we've got our mock and oral exams coming. So stressful! ( pulls hair out )&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, ive got 4 of the same recesses with my 4.2 babes! yayies :D &lt;em&gt;screeaams!&lt;/em&gt; Im soo &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; :D Telling each other extremely lame jokes. &amp; the stupid answers we came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Our jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilda :&lt;/strong&gt; C yoke is /are white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda:&lt;/strong&gt; Bagus! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilda:&lt;/strong&gt; No! Its Black, cos C is for century egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda is damn funny, the reason why she said &lt;em&gt;bagus&lt;/em&gt; cos it sounds like shoik. Hahah! lameshit. try saying it s-l-o-w-l-y. Hope you can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious :) ohh, i just simply adore them to bits ,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eventhough someone is like racist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Haha Im just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hilda has gotten me addicted to the songs from High School Musical. Singing it all the time, and the best part is we only know one verse of it. Hahah :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our school was celebrating Feast Day so ya, we had mass followed by investiture. Vic got invested again! :) :) :) cheered&amp; all for her. like of course. she kept laughing&amp;amp; swaying while saying the pledge, Hah! plus she didnt notice she was doing it. :/ then at the end some teacher said we sounded like hooligans shouting peoples name out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like wtf!? &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;*() as soo darn pissed. Anyhow call us that. hmpph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stayed back after sch with debs&amp;amp; sherie then with galissa. Waited till she finished tutorials then headed dwn to her house again. played at the playground&amp; injured my leg after jumping on the stupid jumping thingi -_- i dont like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.Y.I&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gab got her braces off. shes braces freeee! hah :D now your one of us, its gonna be galissa turn soon. eheheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chhhheeeeeeesssee&amp;amp; show your teeeth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Hah, dont ask what we were actually doing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/untitled1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115166546161273372?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115166546161273372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115166546161273372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-week-of-school-has-been-fun-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115142157074415026</id><published>2006-06-27T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:25:09.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The start of a new semester, oh how exciting, NOT! ):&lt;br /&gt;I so didn't wanna wake up early for school &amp; hit the books once again. I'm still in the holiday mood. :/&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school was pretty alright, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Everythings new -new timetable, new vice-principle, new teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, im so happy there isnt anymore tennis for me untill nxt yr. yayies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, samantha joined us for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice talking&amp; seeing her. talked abt school &amp;amp; life. Both of them ganged up and laughed at all the things i did in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was funny tho! Hahah :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed dwn to galissa hse, went to the playground&amp; started talking about girl stuff. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;it was fun untill some kid came and disturbed us. %$^*@(&amp;amp;!^&lt;br /&gt;so we walked back to her place. oh, i found our old primary school year book.Oh-My-Goodness.everyone looked soo different. hahahs&lt;br /&gt;We went mad laughing at someone. we couldnt stop laughing at her. Ahahah its horrible, i tell you horrile :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115142157074415026?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115142157074415026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115142157074415026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/start-of-new-semester-oh-how-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115117637195131670</id><published>2006-06-24T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T19:55:57.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confirmation party was loved :D Dancing to the beat of Dance Dance in my chair Hahah. Everybody was stiff, the bands would play &amp; everyone would just sit there and watch. it was dead,there wasnt anything to do besides eating.On a lighter note, the crowd was pathetic.Itwas like less then 50 people?!&lt;br /&gt;Ans, had fun with my girls, laughing at stuff&amp;amp; doing silly stuff. The bands were great too. (: It was only fun arnd 9-ish, dont ask why.&amp; galissa is a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;kid (HAHA) she has found another. But gal claims she only finds him cute.whatever, babe. :D &amp;amp; gab.you were like our own personal photographer, awesome shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the night was filled with lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;especially for anton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0184.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0184.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;anton &amp; his partners (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i pity conrad&amp;amp;nat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115117637195131670?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115117637195131670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115117637195131670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/confirmation-party-was-loved-d-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115100478147876095</id><published>2006-06-23T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:22:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 4am&amp; everyones either watching soccer or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks being online when no one is talking to you.&lt;em&gt; pffft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone talk to me, its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate having nothing to do in the early hour of the day. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate having nothing to do in the early hour of the day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate having nothing to do in the early hour of the day. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate having nothing to do in the early hour of the day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, school is re-opening in like 2 days time. how time passes by so quickly, a month filled with good/bad memories. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anws,once school starts its down to &lt;s&gt;dirty&lt;/s&gt; buisness. gotta study hard for 'N' levels which means no computer, no going out &amp;amp; having lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye blogspot, you suck. cheeeese. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115100478147876095?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115100478147876095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115100478147876095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-4am-having-lots-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115103635523764331</id><published>2006-06-22T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:36:34.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, I am like bored to death. &amp; I wanna go out so badly, but no, I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So let's do a quiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Err.. rightos. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Write down 20 names that pop into your mind.&lt;br /&gt;1. Gabrielle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. Anton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. Galissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;5. Jaclyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;6. Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;7. Samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;8. Christopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;9. Renee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;10. Daphne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;11. Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;12. Wesley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. Ahem* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;14. Tasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;15. Hilda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;16. Amanda Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;17. Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;18. Nur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;19. William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;20. Debrah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;who is #8 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Christopher- not very sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #9 a boy or a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Renee- duh, a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would #11 and #2 will make a cute couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Victoria&amp;amp;James- Haha. maybe, if my brother was way older&amp; that will make her mysister inlaw. *winks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #18 and #4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nur&amp;amp;Galissa- Nope, Galissa has someone on her mind alrdy. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is #7's grade?&lt;br /&gt;Samuel- Yr 1 in Poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to #12?&lt;br /&gt;Wesley- wednesday, 21June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is #6's favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua- havent got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle- 6 or 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date #3?&lt;br /&gt;Anton- No, Hes my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date #17?&lt;br /&gt;Laura- Haha. How can i date myself.hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #16 single?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Lim- Nope, attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's #15's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Hilda- &lt;s&gt;Mary&lt;/s&gt; Lee. Haha. ( kill me not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's #5's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn- Zara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's #10's fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Daphne- web designer? (think so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would #14 and #19 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Tasia&amp;William- HAHAH! that would be a funny couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does #20 go to?&lt;br /&gt;Debrah- Saint Anthonys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a random fact about #11?&lt;br /&gt;Victoria- has many girlfriends. so unfaithful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #1&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle- fav line : " funny like tree "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #3-&lt;br /&gt;Anton- &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; the best techno dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #13-&lt;br /&gt;Wesley- ultimate cam-whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on #16?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Lim- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does #9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Renee- siglap area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's #4's favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Galissa- Purple&amp;amp;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no.#5 and #6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn&amp;Joshua- Yupp, you can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #8 like #19?&lt;br /&gt;Christopher&amp;amp; William- Dont think they know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #10 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Daphne- heard shes getting a dog which looks like a mop. hehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #12 older than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ahem*- Same age. (:(:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give #13 a hug?&lt;br /&gt;wesley- okay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #17 the sexiest person alive?&lt;br /&gt;Laura- Hahah. shall not judge myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #14 weird?&lt;br /&gt;Tasia- errr.. dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's #3's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Anton- Oh, anything edible is his fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would #9 kiss #17?&lt;br /&gt;Renee&amp;amp;Laura- Omg, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you wanna kill #7?&lt;br /&gt;Samuel- not at the moment. Heheh (just kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115103635523764331?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115103635523764331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115103635523764331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-i-am-like-bored-to-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115089889957645833</id><published>2006-06-21T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:56:57.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0336.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0257.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0257.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0227.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/200/IMG_0227.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tired i am, soccer in the morning with wesley tasia gabrielle james &amp; i under the burning hot sun.gosh! got tired after running up&amp;amp; down for 5 mins. waited for the rest to come before heading back to the court. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At first we watched " The Banger Sister " but after some scene we changed it. The rest watched telly while gab iggy &amp; i did our own stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;decided to cook lunch cos we didnt want to make macs rich. Hahs. most had noodles while i had bread &amp;amp; jam. yumm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went back soon after but there were people playing so in the end, played captains ball. yay! :DD Arnd 3-ish, decided to go into the jacuzzi since it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;. ooooh, it was nicee! haha. enjoyed myself :)) splashing water at the boys. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so random but right now, I feel like going on the family ride at wild wild wet. Its been eons since i went down that silde. anyone up for swimming before school re-opens? xP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115089889957645833?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115089889957645833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115089889957645833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/tired-i-am-soccer-in-morning-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115056321156184049</id><published>2006-06-17T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T03:10:14.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent the night with my ladies.:D &lt;br /&gt;Met Sam&amp;Daphne in church first. We were suppose to attend mass but half way, we turned and walked towards the door. It was safe escape without anyone seeing us. Haha. Took a bus down to tamp. On the way, we saw Darrel's (Daphnes Bf) twin, well thats what sam said. He didnt even look like him though. Oh we saw this couple swinging from side to side. it was hilarious, maybe they thought they were on some roller coaster ride. :S Had dinner at BK, conrad joined us then vic came later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go to the arcade. Ohh its FUN! Played Lost world, Daytona &amp; Ice Hokey? All of us were just screaming, especially victoria lim when we were playing Lost World. Gosh! Everyone was looking at us. we became famous for a min. Her scream was preety loud and shocking. She screamed whenever a dinosour appeared. HAHA. &amp; we ran out screaming too. we were practically screaming at everything. sheesh. Walked a lil more, went to mango saw this white dress. Daphne&amp; I thought of splitting the price &amp; sharing it since hers is before mine. Might be thinking of buying it. :/ but its kinda ex, so yeah. thinking hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t the toy section at Isetan. Goofed arnd, took pics. Saw myfavourite toy, ariel stuff toy. It look fcking adorable. Vic was falling inlove with every toy she saw. I guess, there is still a kid in every person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC06655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/DSC06655.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC06657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/DSC06657.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC06666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/DSC06666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/DSC06678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/DSC06678.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115056321156184049?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115056321156184049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115056321156184049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/spent-night-with-my-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115051674828104395</id><published>2006-06-16T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:21:25.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hilda &amp; I are &lt;b&gt;fated&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;Both of us woke up&amp; fell asleep at the exact same time. And went for tuition at the same time&amp; finish at the same time. How freaky can that be :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slumber was awesome! went for a movie with hilda then headed down to eastpoint to meet sherie.&lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; hilda&amp;I walked all the way from eastpoint to sheries place while sherie cycled.it was a pretty long walk, but good exercise. i think i lost some weight. HAH! Lameshit. Ans, ordered pizza &amp; watched 8th &amp; ocean. Ohhh, did i tell you teddy is Hot. :D! we were going extremely high when they showed his face.&lt;br /&gt;typical kind girls. Decided to watch Just My Luck. Sherie&amp; Debrah were so into the movie while hilda&amp; i were busy taking photos. Both of us just went high, dont ask how. started jumping around on&amp; taking weird pictures and videos. After the movie ended. watched a few shows on youtube. I can tell you youtbue has everything one it. &amp; i cant believe they even post it. gosh! whats wrong with these people?! Was up till 3am then we decided to sleep.I had the weirdest dream ever that i started crying. HAHA everyone woke up at like arnd 11?! ordered macs for lunch then hilda left. So we decided to watch Harry Potter since Odd Girl Out wasnt working. Well over all the slumber was sweet! Next time, it will be all eleven of us. Just wait&amp; see. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/1600/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1187/998/320/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115051674828104395?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115051674828104395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115051674828104395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hilda-i-are-fated.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20651062.post-115030308807202532</id><published>2006-06-14T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:52:55.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its strange, but the only reason why i have a blog is &lt;br /&gt;1) Because there are such nice templates which kills&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;br /&gt;2) Because everyone has 1 &amp; ive just got to have one. &lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, call me wierd. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells the holidays are passing by real fast. 2 wks have gone &amp; ive not started on my hw. how great is that?! Its like all left at my table, calling me. hehes xP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been sleeping late the past few days, up till like 4am. Doing nothing but msning&amp; watching shows on youtube&amp;movies. Oh, thanks to leanne ive become addicted to summerland. Its a fcking nice show. Oh&amp; the guy is flippin HOT. HAH :DD Awww.&lt;br /&gt;But no one can beat __________ :) &lt;i&gt; the unbeatable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans, tomorrow is our long awaited slumber pary with debs hil erie.Yays! but its like 4 out of 11 of us are going. how wonderful :S Simply cant wait for toms. Late night gossip/Movie marathon/Cam-whoring/Having pizza. Ooooh,it just spells out fun! Its love.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to NICOLE SHANN&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sweet Sixteen, Babe.&lt;br /&gt;Now your as &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt; as me. Haha :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20651062-115030308807202532?l=butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115030308807202532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20651062/posts/default/115030308807202532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflykissesandsuicidenotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-strange-but-only-reason-why-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08712978855522511930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
