<?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-3594676869245826295</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:09:01.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4402212275404425068</id><published>2009-12-31T22:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:45:15.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'10.</title><content type='html'>yesterday's sacrifice to watch evatar with sister, replacing her bf(was stuck in the sea with his ship), obviously paid cos the movie was the bomb. It ended after midnight, so everyone in the theatre started wishing and screaming happy new year. While going back, i got to see all the good caos and the bad ones, like couples fighting, drunk people falling and some drama ones fainting. For once, singapore looked so lively.After that episode, a new celebration began with family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post. Gonna start a new one. Goodbye world, and losers, winners, fighter and suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4402212275404425068?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4402212275404425068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4402212275404425068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4402212275404425068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4402212275404425068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/10.html' title='&apos;10.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-194173737047952850</id><published>2009-12-31T22:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:49:19.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>victory.</title><content type='html'>Sister and i were having movie meraton on wednesday and while in the kitchen getting coke, we saw a big fat cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;Sister ran,threw things, got the broom and squashed. Victory for my sister.&lt;br /&gt;hemani: wow,he was a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: no i was the fighter.&lt;br /&gt;Hemani: for his size, he is a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: no IM the fighter.&lt;br /&gt;Hemani: you're the winner and hes the fighter.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: no im the winner and fighter.&lt;br /&gt;Hemani: no you can only have one tittle.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of argument i want to have this year as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-194173737047952850?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/194173737047952850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=194173737047952850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/194173737047952850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/194173737047952850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/victory.html' title='victory.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1419582800573234033</id><published>2009-12-26T21:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:36:06.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tsunami</title><content type='html'>Every day and night&lt;br /&gt;i crawled into my bed&lt;br /&gt;And felt safe in the dark&lt;br /&gt;With eyes sore and pillow soaked&lt;br /&gt;I sweared and prayed&lt;br /&gt;For you to appear in my dream&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big wave took you&lt;br /&gt;From me&lt;br /&gt;I knew but held on to hope&lt;br /&gt;Until reality came through the phone&lt;br /&gt;All i said was no&lt;br /&gt;And sorrow took over&lt;br /&gt;The big wave, washed away a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a empty space,never filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years has passed and my best friend is gone. She who was perfect in my eyes never to be seen, not even in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1419582800573234033?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1419582800573234033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1419582800573234033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1419582800573234033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1419582800573234033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/tsunami.html' title='tsunami'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6103392332423125646</id><published>2009-12-26T05:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T05:20:20.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years ahead.</title><content type='html'>sister: hey you think i could wear your shoe for the dress?&lt;br /&gt;me: depends, if its the girly kind of dress, no it wont suit.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: yea the dress is girly asshole kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt act nothing like a 24 year old adult and thats why i love her more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6103392332423125646?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6103392332423125646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6103392332423125646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6103392332423125646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6103392332423125646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-years-ahead.html' title='6 years ahead.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8238743248682894307</id><published>2009-12-16T01:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:33:40.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Be Opened in the Event of My Death</title><content type='html'>Clare, i want to tell you, again, i love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that i could ever trust. Tonight i feel that my love for you has more density in this world that i do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8238743248682894307?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8238743248682894307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8238743248682894307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8238743248682894307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8238743248682894307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/letter-to-be-opened-in-event-of-my_6710.html' title='A Letter to Be Opened in the Event of My Death'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5405550430720740658</id><published>2009-12-16T00:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:32:25.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>henry.</title><content type='html'>she'll be okay without me,i think as i watch her,but i know she will not. I watch alba mix the water and wheat together, and i think of Alba at ten,at fifteen,at twenty.it is not nearly enough, yet. I am not done,yet. I want to be here. I want to see them,i want to gather them in my arms,i want to live-&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy's crying,"Alba whispers to Clare.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats because he has to eat my cooking," Clare tells her, and winks at me, and i have to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5405550430720740658?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5405550430720740658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5405550430720740658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5405550430720740658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5405550430720740658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/henry.html' title='henry.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8287726355861911970</id><published>2009-12-16T00:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:56:10.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i want Henry.</title><content type='html'>less scanning today,so im taking my own time,doing everything in slow motion. Im allowed to listen to music, be in my own world, but i like to listen to the drillings, tap running, metal utensills clanging, the dental alien terms and my sister's laughter.with some much time in my hand, i decided to blog. Yea, i said im not gonna blog anymore until the year starts,but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive finished reading time travelers wife and wow, i consider it a very good book. I love the way she stirs my emotion and make me cry. I could almost feel and hear those words. Sad endings somehow affects me more than happy endings. This love story is the best ive read so far.  henry and clare are so real, i wish such true love really exist. I have to watch the movie and cry again. I hate the fact that movies and books are making me cry so easily nowadays. First movie was my sisters keeper and now this book. I hate to watch or read sad romance but deep inside,i know thats my favourite. Ive always loved bloody,suicidal paintings(thats why i love frida khalo) tortured,painful poems and now sad movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of emo shit. I shall go eat happy dougnuts now before my sister graps it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8287726355861911970?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8287726355861911970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8287726355861911970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8287726355861911970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8287726355861911970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-henry_16.html' title='i want Henry.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5361913585403782293</id><published>2009-12-11T06:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T06:16:56.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this shall be my last post for this year. Shall start a new blog next year. good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5361913585403782293?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5361913585403782293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5361913585403782293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5361913585403782293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5361913585403782293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-shall-be-my-last-post-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6101461384177782219</id><published>2009-12-10T07:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:02:21.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stranger(s).</title><content type='html'>sometimes, you can be never be sure of anyone,the ones you thought you knew for days,months or even years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6101461384177782219?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6101461384177782219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6101461384177782219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6101461384177782219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6101461384177782219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/strangers.html' title='stranger(s).'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2072837985562445986</id><published>2009-12-08T10:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:56:37.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>h.a.p.p.y</title><content type='html'>life is shitty and cruel. But im gonna wear whatever gloves i can get my hands on and clean the shit off and flush it down. I'll pick all the letters from the word-cruel,dice it up,grind it into a drink and swallow it down.cause i want to be happy. Im gonna do everything that makes me happy, even if it means just standing outside my house in the midnight,watching the noisy traffic go by or finishing up all the eggs,doing scrambled eggs. Whatever that makes me happy. i love the feeling when i can be happy without doing much.i dont have to drink,dance my ass off,go wild and do whatever it takes to be IN to be happy. I cant dance, i cant sing, im not a cool kid, im not miss drop dead gorgeous and im glad that im can be happy without any of it. The complete me, is a happy me and i dont care what others say, if they hate or get dissapointed, i really dont care. I just want to be happy, and for that, i have to be me,the complete me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2072837985562445986?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2072837985562445986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=2072837985562445986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2072837985562445986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2072837985562445986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy.html' title='h.a.p.p.y'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2813911294537957538</id><published>2009-12-06T04:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T04:37:44.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>survival.</title><content type='html'>one thing is for sure,i need to learn to survive on my own. I need to clear my own mess,wipe off my own shit and never rely on anyone. Cos when reality hits, no one saves you. No one is willing to take the blame for you. You will be blamed,you will be shot, you will be slaughtered. So that shouldnt come new and hit you like a gigantic broken glass and create all the loser pain. your eyes must be a water tight compartment, never let the weakness gush out. no one, no one, will stand up for you. Lip service is one and truth is another.never mix both together. Like me,all losers would agree that surviving is tough. Im yet to get it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2813911294537957538?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2813911294537957538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=2813911294537957538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2813911294537957538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2813911294537957538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/survival.html' title='survival.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-3885091346319263110</id><published>2009-12-02T07:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:18:18.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sinner.</title><content type='html'>now when i look at myself in the mirror, i see an effin snob, cruel, mean, heartbreaker and most importanly a dissapointment. Even, i feel disgusted.im a sin to be around with. Im a pain, a destroyer, basically an  asshole. Get away from me. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-3885091346319263110?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3885091346319263110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=3885091346319263110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3885091346319263110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3885091346319263110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/sinner.html' title='sinner.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8563707088669070504</id><published>2009-12-01T05:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T05:13:44.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blood thirsty.</title><content type='html'>ive not been able to get a diary just yet. So im not leaving this place yet.haha. sunday's outing with farhana and abby was good. The cementry part was new. i couldnt sleep becos of the load of red bull we drank, so thankyou to ______ who went online just to find me a funny joke so that i'll only think of dougnuts and coffee before i fell asleep. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed twilight movie to abby earlier so that she can watch new moon with me. I've never felt the need to fall in love but whnever i read any of the books from the twilight,i wish i'll find that one special person as well. I like edward not robert pattinson. If only all guys could be like him la.rahhh,im asking for too much. Shall go italy one day and check out if vampires really exist.hahah. Bye losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8563707088669070504?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8563707088669070504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8563707088669070504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8563707088669070504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8563707088669070504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/blood-thirsty.html' title='blood thirsty.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6787350410158272679</id><published>2009-11-26T11:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:06:46.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stop.</title><content type='html'>i think i'll stop blogging for awhile.not like it makes any difference right.I'll substitute it with by getting a diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6787350410158272679?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6787350410158272679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6787350410158272679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6787350410158272679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6787350410158272679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop.html' title='stop.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-961894776347718539</id><published>2009-11-25T11:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:59:50.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my take.</title><content type='html'>i just finished watching my sisters keeper again, and again it made me cry. I needed to watch it, cause somehow it shows me what living life really is about. it has further elevated my views about it. Yea, living life is to feel the sense of accomplishment,success, making sure people around you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most core reason would be for you to be happy. selfish or not,that's the brutal fact. we make sure people around us feel happy so that by doing so we feel good about ourselves. Life is so bloody short, and with the 2012 shit(believe it or not),life is shrinking. right now,i feel im doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, im sure ive upset many with the choices ive made all these years and still making. But im not god to be able to please everyone. I feel that as long as im able to make the right choice thats good for me and makes the people around me, at least the people who understand me happy, than its enough to say that im living my life in the right way. I mean come on, if someone doesn't get where you're coming from,doesn't even try, only shows that they don't get you and will never be able to appreciate the decisions you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, sometimes someone can never be too right with the decision he or she makes. and that's when speaking up helps. i think im old enough to take criticism. criticism that is well thought through, taking into account of what you're opinions are and trying to think through the shoes of the person you want to throw the criticism on. in this way, most of the time, these criticism disappears.cause what was laking was a sense of understanding.try, try to understand at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-961894776347718539?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/961894776347718539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=961894776347718539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/961894776347718539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/961894776347718539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/opinion.html' title='my take.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6860639985623439295</id><published>2009-11-23T11:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:45:48.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pack.</title><content type='html'>today was a sister 'bonding' day. While mum is still partying her way at the chalet with her new japanese friends, a celebration after the wedding, my sister and i are making full use of the house. From long walks to get bubble tea and rent movie, to drowning in 'definetely,maybe' to running down the stairs to buy ice cream from the 'ting ting ting' man. Im glad she was working today. I like it when she gets all weird, haha in that way im in the same pace with her.i cant wait for tmr,it'll be a brand new,interesting day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6860639985623439295?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6860639985623439295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6860639985623439295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6860639985623439295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6860639985623439295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/pack.html' title='pack.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8782442678452323582</id><published>2009-11-21T01:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:21:23.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>this week has kept me completely occupied. ive still not be able to catch paranormal,thanks to the Japanese girl. the wedding huha will end by Sunday,thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even you,dont get me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8782442678452323582?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8782442678452323582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8782442678452323582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8782442678452323582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8782442678452323582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-9094329619529360706</id><published>2009-11-13T06:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:58:37.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>contraceptive.</title><content type='html'>ive always thought thats kids are so adorable and their innocence is so charming. but now, i change my perception.my encounter with my three year old niece today changed my mind. spilling bubbletea on the prcoess of struggling to have it all for herself, grabbing sequins from the table and dumping into her mouth secretly, screaming on top of her lungs when she wants something and peeing on the floor on purpose for not being able to get what she wants. if i were to become a mother and have a kid like her, i think i will become famous and be featured in newspapers as the-"mother killed her child in the microwave oven".hahahahah, i will just suck at it get.haha, wonder who will that lucky kid be.omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-9094329619529360706?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9094329619529360706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=9094329619529360706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/9094329619529360706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/9094329619529360706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/contraceptive.html' title='contraceptive.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4655264054273833202</id><published>2009-11-10T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:55:07.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>end.</title><content type='html'>today marks the last day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4655264054273833202?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5864624213271478142</id><published>2009-11-06T20:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:55:24.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the hipo</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICCY AKA NICOLALAH:) &lt;br /&gt;PS: ELEPHANT LOVES HIPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, ive to start on math now. Feel like collapsing and dying.Will start at 12 noon sharp. Ah, math, please love me for once and i swear i'll love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5864624213271478142?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5864624213271478142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5864624213271478142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5864624213271478142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5864624213271478142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/hipo.html' title='the hipo'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5577149143560652669</id><published>2009-11-05T08:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:08:15.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>his baby.</title><content type='html'>funny moment with dad.was walking into the kitchen to get milo and he was sitting on the floor,pounding rice secretly. And when i asked him what he was doing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:i forgot to buy food for my baby la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he calls his bird, a pet i dont even consider as baby-____- but it was kinda touching cos hes so tired after work, yet he loves his "baby" so much.awwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5577149143560652669?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5577149143560652669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5577149143560652669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5577149143560652669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5577149143560652669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/his-baby.html' title='his baby.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2980948415822933222</id><published>2009-11-04T04:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:18:13.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>with the meowmixxer</title><content type='html'>today's banqueting and starbucking with abby was great.we spoke about school to shopping to boys to piercing to even sex. Hahah and our little surprise J bumping into us was a plus point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2980948415822933222?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2980948415822933222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=2980948415822933222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2980948415822933222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2980948415822933222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-meowmixxer.html' title='with the meowmixxer'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5819321185173655925</id><published>2009-11-02T06:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:30:42.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>loser needs luck.</title><content type='html'>i just cant see numbers. After maximum 10 mins, im having a instand, quick and easy, ready made headache -_____- since primary school, i sucked at it and i still do. Why cant math have mercy on me for just this once? Anyone available to teach me for free?hahah,too late to ask ah. Shall go try to steal some luck atleast. flash your luck losers, im coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only a car hits me and i die and the nest day i wake up to know that there wasnt a freak ever known who created math. Math is just a letter of four. Somebody, come and HIT ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5819321185173655925?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5819321185173655925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5819321185173655925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5819321185173655925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5819321185173655925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/loser-needs-luck.html' title='loser needs luck.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4107532132329377224</id><published>2009-10-31T08:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:41:50.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>edit.</title><content type='html'>if i dint have tamil paper on monday, i'd probably get wet in the rain now. Its been pouring the whole day, so tempting. Tmr will officially be the first day of the year that i'll be studying tamil. How exciting -_____-  &lt;br /&gt;Pls wish me luck, especially for my buddy oh pal, math paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4107532132329377224?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4107532132329377224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4107532132329377224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4107532132329377224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4107532132329377224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/edit.html' title='edit.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4664413056312493834</id><published>2009-10-29T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:26:57.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sucker.</title><content type='html'>i guess i suck at everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4664413056312493834?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4664413056312493834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4664413056312493834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4664413056312493834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4664413056312493834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/sucker.html' title='sucker.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2046269761811876210</id><published>2009-10-26T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:57:48.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hell over heaven</title><content type='html'>hfnskdhdduakshdndjksjskahazja, this is how tamil seems to me right now. Everyone around me are diligently doing their given work. They are seem like Gods.hahhaha.i'll be back if im bored again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2046269761811876210?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2046269761811876210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=2046269761811876210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2046269761811876210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2046269761811876210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/hell-over-heaven.html' title='hell over heaven'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-7657940194339128447</id><published>2009-10-25T04:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:01:42.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a thing.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder, to survive in this crap hole, must we dehumanise ad turn into selfish and pretentious morons.just view everyone carefully, and you'll see all freaky robotic like people surrounding you. but im glad im not the only human still alive.whats even more amazing is that their human soul dies so easily and adapts to their mechanic black soul.their movements are very systematic indeed.so systematic, i nearly fell into their professionalism. now, that's something to applaud about.when they've achieved their target, they cling themselves back on you-the period where their face carries too greatest amount of mask.yes, i can support their clinging and have a pretentious face as well.but i want to remain human.so don't try,cause i know exactly who you are, a cunning, selfish, f up thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7657940194339128447?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7657940194339128447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=7657940194339128447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7657940194339128447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7657940194339128447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/thing.html' title='a thing.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1122548318834489124</id><published>2009-10-24T01:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:13:27.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/hemani_bucket/?action=view&amp;current=P10800931.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/hemani_bucket/P10800931.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABIGAIL ARLEN JOSEH AND TARA N.S NETTO ARE COMING BACK TODAYYY.YAY-NESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1122548318834489124?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1122548318834489124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1122548318834489124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1122548318834489124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1122548318834489124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/loves.html' title='the loves.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8693261943465801613</id><published>2009-10-22T06:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:11:42.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing called free lunch?</title><content type='html'>yesterday, the last thing in my mind before closing my eyes to sleep- atleast sleep is something that i dont have to pay for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8693261943465801613?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8693261943465801613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8693261943465801613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8693261943465801613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8693261943465801613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-called-free-lunch.html' title='nothing called free lunch?'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-7129987264361322763</id><published>2009-10-19T04:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:56:48.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>x'mas nose.</title><content type='html'>this f flu doesnt seem to let me go. My nose is sore, i feel like sawing it off. Dreading to go to school tmr.jambo is climbing on my head once again. I know superheros are dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7129987264361322763?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7129987264361322763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=7129987264361322763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7129987264361322763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7129987264361322763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/xmas-nose.html' title='x&apos;mas nose.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6399666183136400523</id><published>2009-10-12T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:23:50.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mercy shit.</title><content type='html'>somebody please save me from this hell now. im dying in this three period of tamil.im dyinggggggg. Superman, batman, wonderwoman,spiderman can go and die.the demon with moustache and (beer) belly is coming to me. Im dyinggggggggggggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6399666183136400523?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6399666183136400523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6399666183136400523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6399666183136400523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6399666183136400523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/mercy-shit.html' title='mercy shit.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1532799024560829155</id><published>2009-10-11T06:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:45:41.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>call 911.</title><content type='html'>toilet, tissue paper and water are my best friends currently. Bloody cought, sore throat and flu should go and dieeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1532799024560829155?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1532799024560829155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1532799024560829155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1532799024560829155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1532799024560829155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/call-911.html' title='call 911.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-3108761848510114187</id><published>2009-10-08T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:27:44.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rocker rock.</title><content type='html'>abby's exam has ended! Yessa, im so happy. Im happier now compared to the happiness i felt when my exam ended. abby you rock laaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-3108761848510114187?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3108761848510114187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=3108761848510114187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3108761848510114187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3108761848510114187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/rocker-rock.html' title='rocker rock.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5433286213171840394</id><published>2009-10-06T08:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:29:33.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty is just a word.</title><content type='html'>my mum was just talking about a lady she saw and she said: she was so pretty BUT skinny. Then i said: whats the but for? She thought i was becoming defensive, since im obviously skinny. but i really wonder why it cant be 'shes pretty and skinny'(jai might not agree to this.haha) or 'pretty and fat'. is the BUT really necessary?i really think we define beauty  in our own sick critical way.  when  runway season pops up, skinny shit becomes the IN thing but when gugugaga singers burn the stage, voluptuous becomes IN. i sometimes brag to my sister about how lucky she should be when she complains about being fat. And once, she told me this-" its sometimes sad if you look perfect cos you wouldnt know if he loves you or the flesh that will rot away one day". i will always keep that in mind. Theres no reason to envy anyone for their almost perfect looks,cos  that might in turn be their curst as well. Everything in life is beautiful, we just need to learn to see them that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5433286213171840394?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5433286213171840394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5433286213171840394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5433286213171840394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5433286213171840394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-is-just-word.html' title='beauty is just a word.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-7960134448956194259</id><published>2009-10-04T05:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:35:08.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>men=ass.</title><content type='html'>a survey states that 90 percent of  women who get married, either by arranged marriage or loved marriage do no live a life that they want.only 10 percent are happily married. freakkkkyyyyy or what. go to hell with male dominance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7960134448956194259?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7960134448956194259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=7960134448956194259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7960134448956194259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7960134448956194259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/menass.html' title='men=ass.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6932305030462293515</id><published>2009-10-03T05:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:21:00.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny woman.</title><content type='html'>i hate to walk around little india but today my mum reduced the hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sneezed with my hands covering my mouth*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: hemani, close your mouth.people are eating *quite loudly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy sitting beside me gave a short glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: maaaa, i closed my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sisters lol-ing, making the other guys smirk. They love it when im in this kind of situation.i looked at my mum and coughed at her face. Sisters laugh again. My mum was embaressed, so she tried to hit back on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: dont be like that ammuuu(something like baby)&lt;br /&gt; she knows i hate it when she calls me that, ESP in public!sisters were really entertained and lol-ing.before we left the place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: maa, hows your baby ah!*tapping her bloated tummy* she was embaressed and just giggled.&lt;br /&gt; And yes, i won:) hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6932305030462293515?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6932305030462293515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6932305030462293515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6932305030462293515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6932305030462293515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-woman.html' title='funny woman.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6987029978559956937</id><published>2009-10-02T09:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:49:02.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eat money, drink coins</title><content type='html'>was walking around esplnade with jaspreet, talking about kids to school to people with pretentious faces who freak me. Hahah. I was so tempted to kidnap a small boy.he was so cute laaaa. My heart was burning when everywhere i turned, someone had to show off their DSLR. I WANT WANT AND WANT A DSLRRRRRRR. I dont care. Tmr when i wake up, it better see it right in front of my bed. Hahah, okay dream on la loser.yea, thats me.boooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6987029978559956937?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6987029978559956937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6987029978559956937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6987029978559956937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6987029978559956937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/eat-money-drink-coins.html' title='eat money, drink coins'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6190189244716671297</id><published>2009-10-01T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:02:25.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>burn, school.</title><content type='html'>tamil cannot get worst than this. The worsheet filled with a chunk of curly wurly words is staring at me. Im losing the staring competition as my eyes barely have the energy to lift itself up. All of sudden, its feels like my eyelashes have grown three times thicker, convincing myself that thats the cause for my current heavy eyes. I know, if i try closing my eyes now, i'll need can opened to open stubborn eyes. If the school burns now, my eyelash will burn as well, making my eyes feel lighter. Wow,hemani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6190189244716671297?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6190189244716671297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6190189244716671297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6190189244716671297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6190189244716671297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/burn-school.html' title='burn, school.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4789748050921584928</id><published>2009-10-01T05:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:37:17.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kiwi's</title><content type='html'>hahaha hello KIWI. Im dedicating this post to you. I know its really random. But you calling me bitch today inspired me to type this down.hahah okay thats bullshit but whatever. the italy trip that 'forced' us to stay together was really an enforcement that i appreciate and treasure. Without that, i'll probably fail to see the nasty, chicky, totally wierd, clumpsy and humerous( more of lame) personality of yours thats hidden behind that innocent face. I was really touched by your birthday card especially though i knew it was to compansiate the tons of milo that you're suppose to buy me. Hahah. But really, thank you for baring with me for that 10 days and the usual bumping during school and the eye rolls. Haha. I still rmb, you told  me abt the burning ques of yours and i said wheres the fire. Hahahah. Whatever it is, you rock la kiwi. Yea, just want you to know that. Okay, enough of sweet talk. Shall continue with my eye rolls tmr. Hahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4789748050921584928?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4789748050921584928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4789748050921584928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4789748050921584928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4789748050921584928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiwis.html' title='kiwi&apos;s'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-9047814782385947402</id><published>2009-09-26T07:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:58:12.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>numb hearts all good.</title><content type='html'>ive ripped off all  the mask that you were wearing. It was so professional, it felt so effortless and little did you know about your mask missing. Maybe, you've been wearing the mask for too long, that it became part of you huh.so proffesional. After all the ripping, my hands, especially my finger tips ache.in fact, the ache is spreading all over my body, except my heart. Cos knowing now that you actually have so much hatred for me and that all my reasoning was gone to waste have made my heart so numb, try to stap me, and i'll thank you for that. Cos until know, i cant hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-9047814782385947402?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9047814782385947402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=9047814782385947402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/9047814782385947402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/9047814782385947402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/numb-hearts-all-good.html' title='numb hearts all good.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-306307374496131088</id><published>2009-09-23T20:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:29:25.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my other half.</title><content type='html'>Her birth wasnt a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;She was invented with a special fragrance&lt;br /&gt;Just like a sandalwood doll&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly crafted and all&lt;br /&gt;Moulded, polished and modified&lt;br /&gt;She became alive and so dignified&lt;br /&gt;To become my cry inhaler&lt;br /&gt;To become my laughter exhaler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary person like me&lt;br /&gt;Being blessed with someone so fine&lt;br /&gt;Is happy from my skin to my spine&lt;br /&gt;Like the story of honey and bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday abigail arlen joseph.  &lt;br /&gt;I need you, like how a singer needs his voice.&lt;br /&gt; I love you:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-306307374496131088?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/306307374496131088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=306307374496131088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/306307374496131088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/306307374496131088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-other-half.html' title='my other half.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2504724408688075398</id><published>2009-09-22T23:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:02:06.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blehhhhhhhh.</title><content type='html'>ive decided not to blog much anymore. Hahah not becos of the reason i told abby yesterday.i dont see the need to type out how exactly im feeling if people read and actually dont give a shit. The people who really care about how im doing would obviously know whats happening cos theres something called the handphone  -___- haha. So why bother updating about it again by blogging right. Hahah so yea. I will blog la. Not as often anymore. Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2504724408688075398?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2504724408688075398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=2504724408688075398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2504724408688075398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2504724408688075398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/blehhhhhhhh.html' title='blehhhhhhhh.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-9106012873586138816</id><published>2009-09-22T05:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:59:02.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>money tree.</title><content type='html'>someobody reading this, pleaseeeee get me a job, specifically the mascot job. Its easy money, so yea. I need money money money. How i wish i could plant a money tree and pluck the leaves(cash) every single time i need it. Hahah. Two more papers to go. Tmr is econs case study, the one i suck at the most and im here, drowning in the sofa thinking about money. money, is the thing that makes me wish that im grown up and able to work. all the rich flyers reading this, you wouldnt get this. you're too rich to experience this. Hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-9106012873586138816?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9106012873586138816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=9106012873586138816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/9106012873586138816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/9106012873586138816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/money-tree.html' title='money tree.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5444513890713760092</id><published>2009-09-21T05:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:36:55.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed.</title><content type='html'>I know thats something wrong. It doesnt feel the same. But it sucks when i dont know where i went wrong. Just tell me. Im old enough to be able to take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5444513890713760092?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5444513890713760092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5444513890713760092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5444513890713760092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5444513890713760092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/depressed.html' title='depressed.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2939043074050416535</id><published>2009-09-20T08:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:13:25.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>couch potato.</title><content type='html'>omg, this is my fifth post for today. it should be obvious by the number of post that obviously i failed in my attempt to study. I tries but i just couldnt. nothing is getting registered in my mind cos its already too crammed with other thoughts. and im having a wierd feeling lately, the ticklish feeling in my tummy. pregnant?haha cannot be. im very grumpy now, cos ive been craving for cheesecake and im not getting it! The world should set on fire right now! Boooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2939043074050416535?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2939043074050416535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=2939043074050416535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2939043074050416535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2939043074050416535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/couch-potato.html' title='couch potato.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6944311449196281255</id><published>2009-09-20T07:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:01:34.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moments.</title><content type='html'>abby, i was in my own bubble awhile ago, and i remembered the time when we were both in the same group in the secondary 2, jalan batra camp.how both of us helped each other to wash the dishes, you dumping your sun tan lotion all over me, me asking you to hurry to reah our spots on time, and the best part sleeping together, sharing ghost stories:) i miss those times alot alot. Will you marry me? HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Ps: say yes pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6944311449196281255?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6944311449196281255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6944311449196281255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6944311449196281255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6944311449196281255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/moments.html' title='moments.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-3543258392786640558</id><published>2009-09-20T07:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:04:27.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kiwi's.</title><content type='html'>haha kiwi, i know you'll probably be reading this. So here it goes. i was looking at all those italy pictures we took together, especially those we took in the room. then i rmbed how we wake up everyday, i being the one who usaully woke up before you and had to knock the bathroom door to make sure than you wont take too long.hahahah. The trip was the one that got me to know you. If not i would have been fooled by your innocent look. To kiwi, the person who is so lame and funny effortlessly and very insightful(though she doesnt look anything like that) hahha thankyou laaa KIWI:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-3543258392786640558?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3543258392786640558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=3543258392786640558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3543258392786640558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3543258392786640558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiwis.html' title='kiwi&apos;s.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2833960469127537197</id><published>2009-09-19T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:07:06.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ily.</title><content type='html'>okay, this is random, but yea i thought i should take this time to thank those who mean the world to me:) but im running out of time with my attempt to study. So this entry is specially dedicated to abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, haha this is the how many-th time im thanking you for everything. But again, thank you for being always there to listen to my laughter, whinning and cries. You understand me so well and our thoughts can be so alike, sometimes its so freaky..hahah ily la abby whooby whopper:)oh and do tell alex that becos he is your brother, he rocks too. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2833960469127537197?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2833960469127537197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=2833960469127537197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2833960469127537197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2833960469127537197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/ily.html' title='ily.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1744073010837261069</id><published>2009-09-19T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:58:05.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dont give up now.</title><content type='html'>ive been refusing to study, despite the fact that ive three more papers, all my h2s. the notes are all still scattered on my table, but my current mindset and two monkey sisters who can keep me entertained is more than enough to keep me off this study hook. But all the studying is gonna come to an end soon, why give up now? So yea, im gonna try to start on my geog today. Atleast alittle is better than nothing. Im awaiting all the outings with loved ones soon. Abby, our cheesecake and shopping spree is calling us. Mila, must follow me for some arty fart trips soon okay. Tara, our date is nearing. Weeee, cant wait. And i wanna work, as a  blood donar mascot. Damn cool la, can earn 100 bucks in two hours.powerpacks:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1744073010837261069?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1744073010837261069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1744073010837261069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1744073010837261069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1744073010837261069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-give-up-now.html' title='dont give up now.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-9201111497563340528</id><published>2009-09-19T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:49:24.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hate you.</title><content type='html'>For the past whole year,&lt;br /&gt;You were actually a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a pretentious mask,&lt;br /&gt;But knowing the complete me,&lt;br /&gt;You've given up,&lt;br /&gt;Thrown the mask away,&lt;br /&gt;Right on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Now,im the new you,&lt;br /&gt;The new pretentious you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-9201111497563340528?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9201111497563340528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=9201111497563340528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/9201111497563340528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/9201111497563340528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/hate-you.html' title='hate you.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8147820266004236571</id><published>2009-09-18T05:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:14:29.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>double love.</title><content type='html'>my sisters are really capable of ruining my studying plans and thats exactly what happened today.Haha. I had my five thick globalisation notes which i know nothing about, layered on my table. But coincidently, my elder sister absent herself from work. And so, with my other sister, we went loitering around and rented a movie to watch. Oh well, ive had to make so many sacrifices for studies, and just because of today my exams are gonna be screwed, then so be it. Whats the use of missing out in everything just for the sake of being someone in the future. Theres always snickers bar if there isnt ferrero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8147820266004236571?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8147820266004236571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8147820266004236571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8147820266004236571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8147820266004236571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/double-love.html' title='double love.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-3643434291294590081</id><published>2009-09-17T06:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:41:35.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>raining shit.</title><content type='html'>shit piled with dog's pee piled with toilet bacteria piled with soggy debris invested by mosquitos and im standing right on it, like an micro chipped particle, surrounded by nothing but shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up lit paper really badly. My single paper sheets was the only one in between all the tied up ones.wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting to stuff subway sandwich into my mouth.atleast thats a good excuse for me to not be able to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-3643434291294590081?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3643434291294590081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=3643434291294590081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3643434291294590081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3643434291294590081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/raining-shit.html' title='raining shit.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1346885587674271901</id><published>2009-09-16T03:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:39:57.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ill omen.</title><content type='html'>i just spilled milo on my orientation tshirt and it has never been stained before. Oh no, hope this isnt a ill omen that ruins my literature paper tmr.HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: i cant wait to spend time with abby after my paper tmr:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1346885587674271901?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1346885587674271901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1346885587674271901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1346885587674271901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1346885587674271901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-omen.html' title='ill omen.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6751183652371015173</id><published>2009-09-15T02:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:41:52.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweaty palms.</title><content type='html'>today i loved econs. Haha cos having only 4 hours of revision for econs and being a super last minute one, i dint really struggle when doing the paper.Tmr, is physical geog again and the last minute revision is gonna start in 30 minutes time. Hope it works out again. Im not gonna be complacent though, cos i cant bullshit in phy geog. Damn it -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: abby, i hope i dont think of anything other than geog tmr. Haahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6751183652371015173?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6751183652371015173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6751183652371015173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6751183652371015173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6751183652371015173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweaty-palms.html' title='sweaty palms.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4678306202690149489</id><published>2009-09-13T07:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:55:17.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>go les.</title><content type='html'>can somebody call me and say you love me and you're a virgin and hang up? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh sorry, the fact that the number of virging guys is shrienking and almost dissapearing is so scary.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: abby, you know what that means:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4678306202690149489?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4678306202690149489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4678306202690149489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4678306202690149489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4678306202690149489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-les.html' title='go les.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-7870804390743266837</id><published>2009-09-12T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:28:18.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fright.</title><content type='html'>exams starts tmr. How exciting -__________-&lt;br /&gt;Mon: tamil&lt;br /&gt;Tues: econs&lt;br /&gt;Wed: geog&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: math/lit&lt;br /&gt;tues: lit&lt;br /&gt;Wed: econs&lt;br /&gt;Friday: geog/abby's birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for exams to end,really. Abby, im awaiting our cheesecake date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7870804390743266837?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7870804390743266837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=7870804390743266837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7870804390743266837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7870804390743266837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/fright.html' title='fright.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4263977602790235344</id><published>2009-09-12T07:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:10:14.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blasttt.</title><content type='html'>abby's chalet wass the bomb. The company was great and i have to really appreciate all the insects around there. For all those hours spent outside in the open, playing all those lame games, long chats, i only got one insect bite:) watching orphanage at 6 plus in the morning was good, esp when sleepiness was knocking me off, tara frequently tapped me to see the scary moments-in her words. But end up everyone slept and i was the only one awake -____- while eating morning breakfast thogu, i was slowly sliding off the seat. Food makes me sleepy la. Hahaha but i managed and knocked off when i reached home. Even that, only after drinking bubbletea that my sister bought.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy that i got to see more of ____ yesterday.now i know the reason for the meany shelter that _____ carries everywhere and im gonna appreciate the remarks from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara n.s netto rocks la.she stayed over for my sake and even missed her lesson.being a selfish ass i know,but i miss her too much.we shall have our date when exams are over(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing su all around hougang(actually only near my house) was fun.and yessa, she aggrees that hougang bubble tea beats bukit batok's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mila,you scared me when you said you might not be able to come.but yay, im so happy you came.and cheyyy someone sang and i heard it.you rock la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farah, with her cool shit leggings polluted the whole place with craziness as always. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim, you looked so girl yest la.ahahah and its a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes someone who bottles up her emotions for everyone else's sake and im glad it came all out yesterday.she deserved the blast yesterday.she even deserves more than that. she has been my superhero for the past 6 years and will grow to be an old soggy superhero as we grow old together.my superhero, my other half,my reflection,my laughter creator ,my tear absorber, my everything, i love you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, the other day i dreamt of green monster with botak head.hahah so funny.okay random, i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4263977602790235344?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4263977602790235344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4263977602790235344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4263977602790235344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4263977602790235344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/blasttt.html' title='blasttt.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1450710514684873983</id><published>2009-09-09T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:43:19.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>panick heat.</title><content type='html'>mon- dint study.&lt;br /&gt;Tues-memo hydro.&lt;br /&gt;Wed-memo hydro.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-out with mum.&lt;br /&gt;Friday- abby's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Sat-abby's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Sun- rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;Mon- EXAMS STARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now im feeling the heat. ive only been concentrating on hydro which is only a small part of my physical geog paper. Hope i can pull it through. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1450710514684873983?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1450710514684873983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1450710514684873983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1450710514684873983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1450710514684873983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/panick-heat.html' title='panick heat.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2079312094035992640</id><published>2009-09-09T05:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:05:41.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the new cheerleader.</title><content type='html'>im a walking destruction. So dehumanise me, and save the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2079312094035992640?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2079312094035992640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=2079312094035992640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2079312094035992640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2079312094035992640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-cheerleader.html' title='the new cheerleader.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-7118879839003151926</id><published>2009-09-06T03:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T04:25:19.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up.</title><content type='html'>Life itslef has ups and downs, twist and turns. then why make it even more complicated and create a pathetic fallacy that life sucks when on actual fact you make it suck. Wear the super sonic x- rayed spectacles that was hidden under your pillow all this while. And look at youself. Maybe now, the flaws in you that was never visible to your naked eyes can be flashinf through the  yellow and green spots like a fungicied bacteria through the lenses. Observe those colours, realise who you really are and work on it. Life can be walked on so easily after this super sonic eye check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7118879839003151926?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7118879839003151926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=7118879839003151926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7118879839003151926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7118879839003151926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-we-to-always-refresh-our-mind.html' title='wake up.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1098953080244379160</id><published>2009-09-05T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:06:43.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chalk.</title><content type='html'>todays amazing race with the japanese was not really fun as we had to rush from here and there and there were points when they were really hungry but dint get a break to eat.It was too fast for them to catch up with their super sonic high heels.haha.communication was really difficult,but they were nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September holidays are here and im gonna mug from mon to thurs, so that i can keep myself completly free on friday and sat for abby:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor sister is having some virus attck and so our usual gang up to bully our parents dint happen today. Omg, carving for chocolate really badly. Must go loook for my dad now.heeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1098953080244379160?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1098953080244379160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1098953080244379160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1098953080244379160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1098953080244379160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-amazing-race-with-japanese-was.html' title='chalk.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1276037476507327495</id><published>2009-09-04T05:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:11:47.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good marrys bad.</title><content type='html'>sun kisses the skin.&lt;br /&gt;Rain washes the joy away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures triggers the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Presents reveals the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories reserves the love.&lt;br /&gt;Strangers foresee the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything is foreshadowed. Nothing can be assumed to be certain. So dont complain, dont be dissapointed or brag like a loser chicken. Just hold a sword and look right through the many mirrors. Life isnt that hard to handle afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1276037476507327495?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1276037476507327495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1276037476507327495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1276037476507327495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1276037476507327495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-marrys-bad.html' title='good marrys bad.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-7968213377943661217</id><published>2009-08-31T06:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:15:15.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>houseflies mating.</title><content type='html'>okay the title,is a inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow this is the only friday that wasnt that blue, thanks to no school tmr. im so thankful for that cause my sore throat, cough and flu has worsened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mila, i hope you like the not-really surprise outing we had.thats the best abby and i could think of for the time being.actually its a long story,but never mind that.BUT, you gotta have a date with both of us,cos we feel you deserved more.i recalled the surprise plan you and abby did for my birthday, wow that was too much effort done compared to this.you could go:yea bitch,yea!(hahah after breaking fast ofcause).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's,subway being a disappointment for only having chiili sauce and ketchup, hopping away to pastamania and MacDonald studying with kim, rachel and abby was as always awesome.i only wish i stayed nearer so that i can stay longer with you guys(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays teachers day was alright but wow mila, good job with the whole thing you duck. you looked like ugly betty(the pretty version) with the walkie talkie.only thing missing was the braces.you could have just asked for mine.but then again, somebody got perfect teeth what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im begging my sisters to bring me out soon.i miss having a whole day of sisters time and getting everything for free.both my sisters have more similarities and liking compared to me.typical rhetorical question asked: are you really our sister? answer: -___- i really dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sneezed and touched the keyboard again without washing my hand.hahah who cares if my sister falls sick.haha. she'll be happy to miss work anyway.wow, but i really like the ticklish sensation when sneezing.its my favourite falling sick syndrome.my sister is reminding me to take my cough medicine,not because she's concerned but because she hopes my coughing wouldn't spoil her sleep -____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7968213377943661217?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7968213377943661217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=7968213377943661217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7968213377943661217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7968213377943661217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/houseflies-mating.html' title='houseflies mating.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-3624339514687639263</id><published>2009-08-25T10:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:37:11.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>loser alarm.</title><content type='html'>just finished scolding my dad for not waking me up in the morning despite knowing its beyond my normal walking up time. He thought it was one of those days when ive late school -___- so yes, i only reached school at 8.20 but i wasnt booked down for detention. Thanks to some jam in the central area. Hopefully, i dont oversleep again tmr. Good night monday muskiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-3624339514687639263?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3624339514687639263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=3624339514687639263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3624339514687639263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3624339514687639263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/loser-alarm.html' title='loser alarm.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6766422006611978638</id><published>2009-08-23T04:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:59:55.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>screw sad movies.</title><content type='html'>i was laughing my ass off when i watched the ugly truth.its was really hilarious yet insightful.so i thought why not another movie to spend the sunday with. So i decided to watch my sister's keeper. And wow, i just ended watching it and because of that my pillow is wet, my eyes ache and im feeling emo now. i have watched many sad movies but ive always been able to control my tears. But for this movie, i was practically sobbing my way through and had to use the pillow to stuff my mouth so as to prevent from crying outloud. but it was a really  good movie. I love abigail breslin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6766422006611978638?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6766422006611978638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6766422006611978638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6766422006611978638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6766422006611978638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/screw-sad-movies.html' title='screw sad movies.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-3887968738354595215</id><published>2009-08-22T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:33:12.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picturesque</title><content type='html'>Sometimes God breaks our spirit to save our soul.Sometimes He breaks our heart to make us whole.Sometimes he send us pain so we can be stronger.Sometimes he sends us failure so we can be humble.Sometimes he sends us illness so we can exercise in faith, and sometimes he takes everything away from us so that he can give us the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been deliberating for the past hour or so as to whether I wanted to update.There’s things I want to put off doing(such as the pile of economics homework) so this is a decent detour.My internet life is inversely proportional to my real life. Hence, as BRILLIANT as I can be, I have decided to write here. I wouldn't really call it  an invasion of personal space, I would rather call it showing affection to beloved Hems.(:  As much as we all know she likes Milo, just like some of us love caffeinated drinks, i still think she's secretly infatuated with Ovaltine. I also think that she's one of the most beautiful person my eyes have ever set eyes upon on. [ inside and out, in someway or another.] This year is a very good year for fans who love certain genres of music. There were releases by The Decemberist,Green Day,Thursday and Franz Ferdinand .Vagrant Records gave a release date for Thrice’s new album (: and there’s Cobra Starship’s third coming out soon as well !  Guess I better go now. Have a wonderful weekend ahead. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: this post is delayed to the fact that the blogger server is having some problems that wont allow me to upload pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love ♥ from a self proclaimed fan of this site, Nicole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-3887968738354595215?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3887968738354595215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=3887968738354595215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3887968738354595215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3887968738354595215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/picturesque.html' title='picturesque'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4739229813554966811</id><published>2009-08-21T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:33:06.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rust.</title><content type='html'>No more talking,&lt;br /&gt;No more acknowledging,&lt;br /&gt;No more anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it continues to be hanging on a wire rot.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt have to be all this bad actually. But i feel like ive tried, again and again, but ,maybe i should just take the hint and stop whinning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4739229813554966811?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4739229813554966811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4739229813554966811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4739229813554966811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4739229813554966811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/rust.html' title='rust.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8163884778021252246</id><published>2009-08-20T10:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:58:30.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poor girl.</title><content type='html'>todays pe sucked. Not becos of who we were playing with, but becos of who we got as our teacher. We were playing volleyball with the gym ball, and all was going fine. But one of my team members wasnt able to hit the ball well enough to go over the net. It happened a few times and hence gaining points for the other team.all of us were cool with it, but that teacher was playing for my team and got so angry with the girl that she aked her to switch positions with me.at that point i hated her.i fell so bad for the girl. I bet she felt useless. Isnt it basic knowledge that not everyone are good at the same thing.i hope it doesnt occur again, since pe is the only lesson that is purely about having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8163884778021252246?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8163884778021252246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8163884778021252246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8163884778021252246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8163884778021252246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-sucks.html' title='poor girl.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1226655603544274495</id><published>2009-08-19T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:50:25.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big man.</title><content type='html'>my dad and i are watching the documentry programe right now, and awhile ago i was online-ing using my handphone like im doing right now -___- so he started turning his head from the tv every 5 seconds to look at me. Since i was able to sense it, i looked up at the tv and looked at some fish swimming and said woaaaa. he responed immediately and exitely, yea interesting ah! Haha i guess he was pleased to realise that he wasnt sitting with a rotting soul after all. I shall night study tmr as well. Okay, off to continue to accompany my dad. Goodnight wednesday whoopers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1226655603544274495?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1226655603544274495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1226655603544274495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1226655603544274495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1226655603544274495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dad-and-i-are-watching-documentry.html' title='big man.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-352575907888175563</id><published>2009-08-17T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:05:10.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>farah dina's.</title><content type='html'>tmr is the crazy, whacky, hilarious, the girl who spells love with f birthday:) Im sure i'll not be using the net tmr after night study and all, so heres a entry for you FD:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We may be completely different, interms of our behaviour, thoughts and actions. But you make a big fat difference to the group and sb family.i miss tieing bun for you, i miss hearing my name screamed out loud by you.You are great in every way possible, so yes, im very lucky to have you.though i always give the sulky face, thank you for knowing that it doesnt always mean what it looks like:) ily FD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-352575907888175563?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/352575907888175563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=352575907888175563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/352575907888175563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/352575907888175563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/farah-dinas.html' title='farah dina&apos;s.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4221180328007683845</id><published>2009-08-17T04:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T05:00:26.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>absent.</title><content type='html'>"its human to be angry.but its more human to forgive"-thats the only quote i remember said by a character in not-sure-which-show among all the many others that i watched today,while being absent from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got a text from my friend about the econs homework -__- and im yet to start studying for my thurs econs test.i managed to escape from the mock test today though.ahhhh go and jump down la hemani. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4221180328007683845?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4221180328007683845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4221180328007683845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4221180328007683845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4221180328007683845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/absent.html' title='absent.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2195962749768590267</id><published>2009-08-16T08:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:49:49.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another stranger.</title><content type='html'>what do you do when a 54 year old man you've known for 18 years have changed all of a sudden into someone you never knew before? Im really wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2195962749768590267?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2195962749768590267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=2195962749768590267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2195962749768590267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/2195962749768590267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-stranger.html' title='another stranger.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6346520783038986953</id><published>2009-08-15T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T06:57:27.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>go w/o saying.</title><content type='html'>maybe somethings are better left unsaid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6346520783038986953?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6346520783038986953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6346520783038986953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6346520783038986953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6346520783038986953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-wo-saying.html' title='go w/o saying.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-7073864064603701949</id><published>2009-08-14T08:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:05:26.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shrek's brother-coach.</title><content type='html'>coach is so funny.he showed me a supposedly good looking dude's picture since hes in a hunt to find me a dude.abby and i saw it and said "NOOOO,not good looking la".hahaa.today, after training the was talking about his girlfriend and shes cancerian.so we were trying to compare if her traits are alike to mine.he said shes hot tempted.and i went:okay no im not"and farah said: "did she just say that?"abby agreed. hahah am i hot tempered? okay maybe i am. im more of the sort that vents it all in a paper or blog,read it to myself and get over it. it works for me i guess. but sometimes im not angry.i just have a frowny face.so yea, please bear with my face.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking back home alone almost every day after school(due to night study) is scary.hahah.with the high mentally disabled people rate near my area and a murder that happened right under my block years back that left a blood stain on the life button,it makes it scarier.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai asked if i would like to join him and the others to club tmr.but i said abbys not legal yet.READ MY LOVE FOR YOU ABBY.hahahha.and he was like-"its okay,she could wait outside".hahha jai is th same old.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so close to detention.i overslept and woke up only 10mins before my normal time of leaving the house.so 5mins for shower,1 min(or shorter) to run into the room to change,1 min to change into uniform,2 mins or so to wear my shoes and 1 min to tie my hair.and i rushed off. surprisingly, i was just in time for my normal bus.but i dint have the time to get myself a milo.so that was my whinning topic of the morning.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum is showing face to me now,since im absorbing myself into a lifeless,heartless,robotic equipment-the computer. hahaha lame.so yes, i shall go to one of my source of joy-mum.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.BYE FRIDAY FUSSY-IANS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7073864064603701949?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7073864064603701949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=7073864064603701949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7073864064603701949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7073864064603701949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/shreks-brother-coach.html' title='shrek&apos;s brother-coach.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5289366803028592885</id><published>2009-08-13T10:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:34:52.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>face day.</title><content type='html'>today,my face was having its own sweet day,forgetting that im the master.during geography lesson, while trying to think about the question asked by the teacher/ not having any eye contact with her so as to prevent from answering, she all of sudden went "hemani!you're so cute, like some 5yr old kid thinking of the answer!" the class enjoyed the remark.when i asked permission to go to the washroom, she was like with a super bright smile "sure. want me to accompany you?" i just said " er no thanks." Haha so wierd. I wonder what my face was showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i reached econs class, my teacher said "woa hemani! I should take a picture of you now!" i was so angry with my rebelious face. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,its 11 plus and im feeling sleepy. But maybe when criminal minds is over.heeh.so offf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5289366803028592885?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5289366803028592885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5289366803028592885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5289366803028592885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5289366803028592885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/face-day.html' title='face day.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8901036746297141432</id><published>2009-08-11T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:49:41.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not my usual tuesday.</title><content type='html'>my heart nearly stopped.i was all messy, walking and with my bag slinged to one side.was dread tired after the night 'study'.saw my sister and mum eagerly at the corridor and thought it was for my arrival.but i was wrong. it is already 10 plus and my dad hasnt reached home.the worst part was not answering any of the zillion calls that my mum gave.it freaked me out. My heart started beating too fast, i didnt have the energy to console my mum who was in tears. The minute i took of my shoes, i heard my sister pick up the phoe and say PA.i was so relieved.very relieved.but im very angry now.for getting us so worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i cried in school today,during night study.all my friends had to see my red nose..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8901036746297141432?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8901036746297141432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8901036746297141432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8901036746297141432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8901036746297141432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-my-usual-tuesday.html' title='not my usual tuesday.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5811726525821899962</id><published>2009-08-09T05:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:35:04.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eye candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/hemani_bucket/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3165293258_1360642a52_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/hemani_bucket/3165293258_1360642a52_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow,i fell in love with this picture.though its kinda freaky,its so literal and i think its good(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5811726525821899962?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5811726525821899962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5811726525821899962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5811726525821899962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5811726525821899962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/literal.html' title='eye candy.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8741715898867815285</id><published>2009-08-09T04:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:34:51.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Clothes&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on a clean shirt&lt;br /&gt;before you die, some Russian said.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing with drool, please, &lt;br /&gt;no egg spots, no blood, &lt;br /&gt;no sweat, no sperm.&lt;br /&gt;You want me clean, God, &lt;br /&gt;so I'll try to comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hat I was married in, &lt;br /&gt;will it do? &lt;br /&gt;White, broad, fake flowers in a tiny array.&lt;br /&gt;It's old-fashioned, as stylish as a bedbug, &lt;br /&gt;but is suits to die in something nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take&lt;br /&gt;my painting shirt&lt;br /&gt;washed over and over of course&lt;br /&gt;spotted with every yellow kitchen I've painted.&lt;br /&gt;God, you don't mind if I bring all my kitchens? &lt;br /&gt;They hold the family laughter and the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a bra&lt;br /&gt;(need we mention it?) , &lt;br /&gt;the padded black one that my lover demeaned&lt;br /&gt;when I took it off.&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'Where'd it all go? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take&lt;br /&gt;the maternity skirt of my ninth month, &lt;br /&gt;a window for the love-belly&lt;br /&gt;that let each baby pop out like and apple, &lt;br /&gt;the water breaking in the restaurant, &lt;br /&gt;making a noisy house I'd like to die in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For underpants I'll pick white cotton, &lt;br /&gt;the briefs of my childhood, &lt;br /&gt;for it was my mother's dictum&lt;br /&gt;that nice girls wore only white cotton.&lt;br /&gt;If my mother had lived to see it&lt;br /&gt;she would have put a WANTED sign up in the post office&lt;br /&gt;for the black, the red, the blue I've worn.&lt;br /&gt;Still, it would be perfectly fine with me&lt;br /&gt;to die like a nice girl&lt;br /&gt;smelling of Clorox and Duz.&lt;br /&gt;Being sixteen-in-the-pants&lt;br /&gt;I would die full of questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Sexton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8741715898867815285?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8741715898867815285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8741715898867815285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8741715898867815285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8741715898867815285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/read.html' title='read.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8060277810766038921</id><published>2009-08-08T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:06:13.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>yes okay.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to make it easier for you.&lt;br /&gt;i will hide my presence as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8060277810766038921?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8060277810766038921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5088453155361495954</id><published>2009-08-08T05:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:47:35.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cancerian partner.</title><content type='html'>random conversation.&lt;br /&gt;me:maaaa, buy durian later la?&lt;br /&gt;sister:EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;me:maaaa, buy durian later ah&lt;br /&gt;sister:EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;me:idiot-__-&lt;br /&gt;yea, my sister hates durian.but i dont.hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5088453155361495954?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4954855900354391600</id><published>2009-08-07T21:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:12:22.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep's torture.</title><content type='html'>slept at 12 yesterday and woke up at 1.30 after a terrible night mare. i couldnt sleep for quite awhile after that. Even now, i can remember the dream crystal clear.i wish it was the blury kind but too bad. Was so disgusting, im glad it was just a dream.it had to be a night mare that i had to experience.damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4954855900354391600?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4954855900354391600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4954855900354391600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4954855900354391600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4954855900354391600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleeps-torture.html' title='sleep&apos;s torture.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-3848817673332911068</id><published>2009-08-07T05:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:12:03.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>efroooooooo.</title><content type='html'>today was 'be yourself day' and the suggested theme was retro.though i prefer vintage,i decided to go with the theme and racked out a blouse from my sisters wardrobe.my friends were all dressed up too and whoo mila was like a mj fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;powerpack la milaaaa(: abby as always,thee cute cuddly cat.farah, tara and hazel were all beady and pretty.su, wearing her mum's pregnant dress, looking angelic.kim, wearing a skirt,so girl for once.its a compliment kim(:nicole with her polka dots dress and jaspreet with her vintage long skirt made my day.hopefully next years theme will be disco.i wanna see people wearing big disk like earrings.hahah.lunch with the monkeys were great as always.and yay,theres no school tmr.but ive to get ready for scolding for not submitting my geog tutorial today.when i get stuck at geog now,i tend to be stuck forever since jai and abby are not there to help me.&lt;br /&gt;and yes tara, we shall go out soon.i wanna hear you talk all day.haha(:bun twin,i wanted to take picture with you today!but you went MIA.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only people saw others and mistakes in this view,the world will be a better place:&lt;br /&gt;i myself am made entirely of flaws, &lt;br /&gt;stiched together with good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;-nic's blog.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont hate you.&lt;br /&gt;im happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;theres no need for excuses.&lt;br /&gt;theres no need for hints.&lt;br /&gt;i get it,i get you.&lt;br /&gt;atleast i think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, robert pattinson has been voted the hottest man in the world this year.he sure is hot.hahahah.vampire love and werewolf love(cos jacob black is hot as well).heeeh(: and i think bella's drug addict/ amy whinehouse sister/rugged/messy jet black hair/drunk appearance she is trying to pull off is a total turn off.hahah.okay offf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-3848817673332911068?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3848817673332911068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=3848817673332911068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3848817673332911068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/3848817673332911068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/retro.html' title='efroooooooo.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-1002762299114377594</id><published>2009-08-03T23:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:00:56.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tamil=omg</title><content type='html'>sitting in tamil class pathetically having a pile of worksheet on my left hand side and pencil case in front me with my handphone in the middle.haha.my strategy to prevent teachers from outside and my teacher from catching me. while im typing this out now, he is talking to me and im just staring blankly. okay, i shall do some doodling now.offfff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anybody gives a shit about me saying all this right. Than why bother reading. Go away. Booooo. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-1002762299114377594?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1002762299114377594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=1002762299114377594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1002762299114377594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/1002762299114377594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/tamilomg.html' title='tamil=omg'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-977151740976796870</id><published>2009-08-02T03:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:00:03.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sucidal, not.</title><content type='html'>hahaha.okay, was reading my recent posts, and realised that its all so emo. Thanks to J flooding me with all his emo songs and the thought of having econs mock test tmr and the crave for poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling hot once again. I better flush my throat with lots of water before i fall sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-977151740976796870?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/977151740976796870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=977151740976796870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/977151740976796870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/977151740976796870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/sucidal-not.html' title='sucidal, not.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8103366429409528090</id><published>2009-08-02T03:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:52:13.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>butter.</title><content type='html'>And i thought you knew well.&lt;br /&gt;And your giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, after many months of wait,&lt;br /&gt;and giving up at last.&lt;br /&gt;If i could i would stop.&lt;br /&gt;But im not gonna be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Having a nature as mine.&lt;br /&gt;I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Cos i cant say yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;So Go, go away fast.&lt;br /&gt;That, i dont have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8103366429409528090?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8103366429409528090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8103366429409528090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8103366429409528090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8103366429409528090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/butter.html' title='butter.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4250979554863044011</id><published>2009-07-31T08:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:06:57.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smoky.</title><content type='html'>confused, &lt;br /&gt;unsure,&lt;br /&gt;paraniod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really unsure of whats going on. I want to know, i feel that ive tried, but nothing came out of it.books were supposed to company me today, but i chose the tv and computer.im feeling more and more restless.yea, superheros dont exist hemani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4250979554863044011?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4250979554863044011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4250979554863044011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4250979554863044011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4250979554863044011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/07/smoky.html' title='smoky.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8863757466141371102</id><published>2009-07-30T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:58:28.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>math, go away.</title><content type='html'>due to parents meeting, theres no school tmr.theres math extra lesson tmr, but im not going for it. Not that im lazy, but im in no mood or have the energy to do the homework.no homework=no use going to the lesson.so yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i  could wrap myself tightly, curl up into a ball, squeeze as much as possible and vanish in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8863757466141371102?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8863757466141371102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8863757466141371102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8863757466141371102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8863757466141371102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/07/math-go-away.html' title='math, go away.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8047021388007705688</id><published>2009-07-30T08:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:51:40.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>falling down.</title><content type='html'>my mind and body tells me that im gonna fall sick soon.its actually my mind that feels as though it has been slapped, pierced, broken and now smashed. Its numbing my brain and now, emo feeling is flooding throughout me. If i could, i will built dams and chanels to prevent the flooding. But it feels uncontrolable, and obviously, im too weak to control it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8047021388007705688?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8047021388007705688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8047021388007705688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8047021388007705688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8047021388007705688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/07/falling-down.html' title='falling down.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-4325487176013626987</id><published>2009-07-29T07:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:31:52.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sulky face helps.</title><content type='html'>my frowny face have been working all day.having the fringe clipped up gave revealed the shape pf my eyebrows and and everyones typical question- " hemani are you okay?" i have a sulky face people.i super glued my frowny eye brows when i was 5 years old.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to the point.well, afew minutes ago, i took the perfume to puff it for fun.since i dint bother to switch on the light, i couldn't see the direction of the hole, and i pressed and the liquid landed on my right side of my cheek and right under my eye.hahahah.thanks to my already small eyes, and as the frowning face made it even more smaller,my eyes escaped from the liquid.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay random.but i really need some laughter now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-4325487176013626987?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4325487176013626987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=4325487176013626987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4325487176013626987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/4325487176013626987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/07/sulky-face-helps.html' title='sulky face helps.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6434898146349722931</id><published>2009-07-25T06:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:47:35.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror.</title><content type='html'>was listening to &lt;em&gt;jenny&lt;/em&gt; and realised that her actions resembled me.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;now everything seems clearer.&lt;br /&gt;im figuring out the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6434898146349722931?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6434898146349722931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=6434898146349722931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6434898146349722931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/6434898146349722931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/07/mirror.html' title='mirror.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-5725963751736966550</id><published>2009-07-22T07:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:20:53.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>emo shit.</title><content type='html'>yesterday, after reading &lt;em&gt;new moon&lt;/em&gt; a little,after the part where &lt;em&gt;Edward&lt;/em&gt; would say " you're not good for me,Bella."and all the rest of the emo part, i actually got stuck to the emo mode and it could not wear off.i frowned at everything,even 'just for laugh' show. i realised that whatever ive been feeling for all this weeks that were hidden by the school load and pretentious smiles,were beginning to slowly show through me. the feeling of being emo was already sucky to bear, but not knowing the exact reason that caused it made it all worst.i was sure that it couldn't be just the book.i went to bed, thought about &lt;em&gt;Edward&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Bella&lt;/em&gt;'s reactions(so alike to what i would probably do if i was in her shoes), certain issues and before i knew it, i was wetting my pillow. thank god no one caught me weeping cause i dint have an answer for them.i dint even have an answer for myself. my eyes were very painful in the morning.im glad that my bangs are covering my always, almost permanent frowning eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,after a long hopeless research/talking to mila time in the library, the air corn gave me a stinging headache.but i still decided to listed to music throughout the journey home though i clearly knew that it was gonna worsen the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres only six more weeks to promo 2, but im still continuing to read the twilight sagas. i know that i have to start now like all my other classmates, but i just cant. fear hits me everyday when i struggle at a question like a headless chicken.but the fears dissolves the minute i step into my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-5725963751736966550?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5725963751736966550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=5725963751736966550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5725963751736966550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/5725963751736966550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/2009/07/emo-shit.html' title='emo shit.'/><author><name>blehhh-ness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154882408584517010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-766518294252715039</id><published>2009-07-18T01:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:14:08.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wasp.</title><content type='html'>harry potter movie was good.some of those who watched said its kinda disappointing.but you cant expect the ending to be always the same way right.i got to laugh alot and they were many sweet,adorable scenes.so yea,i will say it was good.the outing with the A1s were good.subway and doing the joker scene with mila and abby was great.went to yishun to watch the movie and i have to say,the seats we got were good,to the fact that it was only the second day of the release of the movie.all of them are the same old irritating funny people.though some of them have school,there wasnt any difference.awww i love them.oh yea,i will be wearing my new shoes from monday onwards.i still love the everlast one but i don't want to completely tear it apart.will be using it off and on.goodbye everlast,hello kappa.hhaha lame.okay hungry monster is calling me,so offff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-766518294252715039?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-8893828313566240442</id><published>2009-07-16T06:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:46:34.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big crab.</title><content type='html'>yesterday was my big sisters birthday.its like ive not gotten over my birthday mood, but her birthday had to dump itself three day after my birthday -___- i was constantly telling her that her birthday makes the significance of my birthday to be washed of like whoosh.boooo.she has turned 24(so OLD).ignoring the reality,at least to make her feel young,i got her cup cakes from tampiness.she was so over joyed by it, that all she said was "omg so nice" like ten times.and my other sister and i were munching on pizza and said,okay keep quiet and just eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been super slack for me but i like it. next week cca starts,and im not very excited over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one student is down with h1n1 case in school.the fact that i know her makes it even more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry.im super hungry.omg my stomach is doing the fuzzy dance.so,offfff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-8893828313566240442?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8893828313566240442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=8893828313566240442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/8893828313566240442'/><link rel='self' 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pulled it off so well that i really thought we were rushing off to vivo.but little did i know -___-  the taxi moment was hilarious.i was continuously talking to abby and questioning her.she was saying shut up zillions of times.mila was talking to me and i was asking her to shut up.hahah.and omg,i love the taxi driver.i was already blindfolded,so the taxi uncle knew what was happening and he was actually playing along by whispering to mila about the directions.hes so sweet la.thank you guys for everything.i mean all i can say is thank you,cos im really speechless by the efforts yall have put in.i love the bangle,the purse,the album(ily abby!),the earrings and mila's arty fary piece.reached home 15 mins before midnight and my sisters were really envous that ive such wonderful friends(this is where all of you say awwww)hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was quietly sitting on the sofa looking at the clock like a lost mouse.i saw him and he knew i was observing him.it striked 12 and since my second sister was the nearest to me she was about to wish me and my dad started running to me trying to be the first one -___-.but obviously he lost and he gave me a hug/strangle gesture.he was trying to kill me.hahaha.my sisters went MIA for awhile and suddenly came back with a present.it was a handphone.i guess they knew my dying phone needed a change.hahah.so yea,in around 4 more hours my birthday is gonna be over.but all the wonderful memories will still remain.thank you guys,including those who wished me through texts or fb.i cant believe theres school tmr.such a spoiler laaaa.haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7365946312085136277?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7365946312085136277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-7976578863604551526</id><published>2009-07-10T06:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:46:09.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>run away.</title><content type='html'>okay leanne marshall  won project run way.she wasnt my favourite but i guess she did good. i found out about the results mysel f-__- haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7976578863604551526?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7976578863604551526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-2099055221405920320</id><published>2009-07-10T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:21:53.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catdog day.</title><content type='html'>its raining like woof woof and meow meow(: obviously the woof wins -__- hey why haven't anyone let me know who was the winner for project run way!boooo.fighting spiders is over,prison break soon and red threat.omg all the good shows are ending.at least theres still desperate housewife,CSI and criminal minds.but i want private practice and greys anatomy to start soon.yea,i guess i am a TV addict. my heads hurting real bad now.its as though a baby elephant is playing swing in my head.ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay,im meeting the loves tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been wanting to do some arty fartys,so offf Friday Farters. you know,ive always wondered and ive told abby about it,how would it be if every time someone farts, green gas comes out.so next time,when someone farts in the train,we will be able to give the "i know what you just did" face.so everyone will fear farting in public places.i think it will be awesome if people run out of the train when they know they're about to let the green gas out.by doing that,we'll be able to enjoy clean air and a slightly pleasant trip in enclosed places.hahaha ok lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-2099055221405920320?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2099055221405920320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-7798633460258876088</id><published>2009-07-09T05:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:07:22.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLEHHH.</title><content type='html'>i just realised that its been very long since i said blehhh.thats becos ive only said it most to one person.nevermind.anyway, after yesterday's super sad mj show,since i dint study,i had to wake up earlier to at least read through a little.SO, i sacrificed watching project runway finals. if any of you guys watched it.whos the winner ah?hahah.i know im damn pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and GM,have a good trip in Vietnam.you deserve it for your great potential.so, all the best and have fun(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbhcJvlD39s/SQRUafqBFPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7wRfOWr7uj8/S220/banglelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594676869245826295.post-6591591745097020500</id><published>2009-07-09T01:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:56:53.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>volcano.</title><content type='html'>today was my last paper and worst paper -__- haha thats because i was watching mj show yesterday,so i only studied urbanisation but globalisation consist half of the total marks as well which i dint study.so since it was human geog,i tried to bullshit my way through.but i dont think hong will pass me though.but im just happy that exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY, i just read your blog and omg you made me cry.i feel so girl now.haha.but yea thank you and i will take that has my present.your super sweet like cotton candy dipped with chocolate and errr everything sweet?yea doesnt sound tempting anymore.but its okay mila is a pig and shes sure to eat you up.and yes abby, we shall go shopping soon.but i will have to rob a bank first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to meet the sotongballs tmr or saturday.yes mila yes, dont frown.i will let you know the date by evening!bum -__- oh, and i wanna play with farah's bangs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat is sort of hurting and my body feels like theres an active volcano ready to erupt soon. i dont wanna get sick now.oh no abby has spread to me from seng kang to hougang.im craving for honey milk tea now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-6591591745097020500?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6591591745097020500/comments/default' 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im gonna eat rice for lunch at last.hope at least this helps to ease my mood swing.haha okay bullshit again.offfff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594676869245826295-7215221873759389780?l=butterflyswirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyswirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7215221873759389780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594676869245826295&amp;postID=7215221873759389780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7215221873759389780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594676869245826295/posts/default/7215221873759389780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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